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The Kingswood Effect
Chapter 3
Monday 30 August 2021
Mark sat looking round the Dining Hall in absolute astonishment, a strip of bacon hanging off his fork as he got too lost on thought to get it all the way to his mouth. Two hundred students, all sat around eating breakfast, talking, laughing, joking... having fun! It was so far removed from what mealtimes at his old school had been like that it seemed almost impossible to believe what he was seeing. Talking was all but forbidden, they just filed in, got their food, ate silently and left.
Shaking himself from the unpleasant reminiscing of King Edwards, he put the fork to his mouth but found the bacon was gone. He glanced down to see if he had dropped it, then looked to the side and saw Chris grinning at him, waving the bacon before popping it into his mouth. "Ya snooze, ya lose!" Chris said as he chomped on the stolen food.
The rest of the dorm laughed, having all learned the same lesson at various mealtimes. Mark joined in with the giggles but reached out and stabbed a sausage on Chris' plate as revenge.
"Woah, a whole sausage for one bit of bacon? SO not cool!" Chris scowled, shaking his head disapprovingly.
The others watched in nervous anticipating, waiting to see how the new boy would react to what they knew was only fake annoyance. They burst into more raucous laughter as Mark either realised Chris was joking too, or simply didn't care as he shoved the whole sausage into his mouth in one go and attempted to say, "Ya snooze, ya lose!" before nearly choking on it.
By the time Mark had finished chewing and swallowing the sausage, he had already fought off advances from Chris' fork three times, their cutlery duelling playfully. Sniggering at Chris' playful antics, he looked across the table and asked, "So do you guys always eat together?"
Rob and Danny looked at each other and shrugged a little. "I guess we used to," Rob said with a nod. "But we kinda... got out of the habit last year while Danny was away!"
"Oh, right!" Mark nodded, knowing there was more to the comment but not wanting to probe.
"We should do it again," Danny said, giving Rob a thoughtful nod. "I mean... after all that other shit, I reckon it'd do us good, don't you?"
"Totally," Rob agreed. "But maybe just breakfast and dinner. Leave lunch free for... seeing other people," he said, looking down the table to give Jazz a huge grin as he sat surrounded by his new roommates.
"You mean for flirting!" Danny joked, but added quickly, "Works for me! "Guys?" he asked, looking round at the rest of their dormmates.
While there was still undeniable tension in the group, there did at least seem to be a collective desire to tackle it and return to the way things had been before. He got nods and murmurs of agreement.
"Great idea, mate," Chris said, giving Mark a gentle nudge with his elbow.
Danny stared at him, mouth slightly agape for a moment before he muttered to Rob, "That was totally my idea!"
Rob just shook his head and shrugged as he gave a sympathetic smile.
Several minutes later, stomachs full and table cleared, the boys headed out to return to their dorm until the morning's activities began. Classes were not due to start until the following day, so they had one more day of free time and pre-planned activities. As they neared the bottom of the stairs, Chris tapped David on the shoulder and asked quietly, "You got a minute?"
David looked back at him a little awkwardly and nodded before following Chris, who headed for the main doors.
"Oh, are you... okay going out?" Chris asked, gesturing outside.
David should have found the question annoying. He had developed agoraphobia back in his first year at the school and while it was now only really an issue in completely new situations, it was something he suspected he may never be fully rid of. Even knowing he could comfortably roam the school grounds now, some of his friends still checked on him now and then, a permanent side effect of him being the `little brother' in a dorm full of over-protective boys. He just smiled and nodded as he followed Chris out.
After reaching the bottom of the main steps, both boys in unintentional unison declared, "I'm sorry!" followed a moment later by, "You go!"
As they both chuckled from both amusement and relief, Chris raised his hand and said, "Okay, me first. I'm sorry!" As David cocked his head curiously, he went on, "I never should have told you James was leaving the dorm the way I did. It was... really out of line and I'm sorry I hurt you!"
David smiled and nodded. "Thanks, I appreciate that and... yeah, dick move... but I'm sorry for ignoring you all this time. How you did it was wrong, but... really, you shouldn't have been in that position anyway. James should have told me himself. You weren't being a bad friend to me, you were being a good friend to him and I can't hold that against you!"
"Thanks," Chris said happily as they continued strolling mindlessly.
"Also, you'd just broken up. I've never had a relationship, but I can imagine it hurts when it ends," David said sympathetically.
Chris sighed and nodded, putting an arm around the shorter boy. "It fucking sucks. Don't date. Ever!" he said, pouting a little. "But thank you... for... ya know, even thinking about that!"
David slipped his arm around Chris' waist and leaned against him a little as they walked. "So we're okay?" he asked hopefully.
"Better than okay, we're great," Chris said happily. "So what's your plans for today? Joining in all the scheduled stuff?" he asked, referring to the pre-arranged activities that had been arranged to give the boys something to do.
"As much as I can," David nodded, "But I need to take some time to plan my clubs and stuff. With the new schedule, I think I can fit even more in!"
Chris chuckled and shook his head. "I thought the changes were to give us more down time, not to let you just fit more shit in! Just how much are we talking, exactly?"
"Well there's twelve on the list at the moment, but I don't think I can do quite that many. Might have to settle for ten!" David shrugged.
"So you're just... giving up sleep or something then?" Chris joked.
"More like just... filling the time I woulda spent with..." David started, then paused, not wanting to say his best friend's name. He scowled a little and said, "You-know-who!"
Chris nodded his understanding, giving the younger boy a gentle squeeze.
"Oh yeah, and I got my appointment with Dr Arkwright later too!" David said, smiling again.
Chris' eyes widened as he stared at the shorter boy excitedly. "Are you thinking... could today be the day?" he asked with an eager nod.
David bit his lip to stop himself smiling too broadly but nodded back eagerly. He was the only remaining member of the dorm, and one of only four of the Year 9 boys, who was still in chastity, having not yet developed enough to earn freedom. "But let's not jinx it," he said cautiously, worried he might have to face even longer without access to his dick. He got a nod of understanding from Chris, then asked, "What you up to today?"
"Most of the scheduled stuff," Chris confirmed. "I wanna make sure Mark's okay, so I wanna keep him busy. But I've got a... thing with Mr Beecham later too," he said, holding back a smirk.
"A thing?" David asked curiously.
Chris just shrugged. "Nothing important, just a project I'm doing with him," he said, bending the truth a little. Looking round for anything to change the subject, he realised their wandering had taken them over towards the construction site for the Visitors Centre. "Ooh, look... man-candy!" he giggled as he looked at the workers getting set up for the day.
Nicky stood by the door of the dorm wearing just a towel, inhaling and exhaling slowly, keeping the panic under control... barely. As he felt the hand touch his bare back, he jumped and yelped out in surprise.
Danny smirked. "I'd ask how you're doing, but I don't think I need to!" he said with a sympathetic nod. "You sure you want to do this?"
Nicky shook his head, then said softly, "But I have to. Mr Trent's been great, but... he's cutting me off!"
Nicky had always struggled with the idea of showering around other boys, ever since coming to the school. He had managed when there were separate shower cubicles, but when they were removed, leaving large open, communal showers in their place, he had resorted to sneaking into Mr Trent's apartment to use his shower... until he got caught! Thankfully, rather than punishing him, the considerate teacher had worked with Nicky to start addressing some of his many problems, while allowing him to use a private shower, though the caveat had bene that it was not a permanent arrangement.
"Well... come on then," Danny said, opening the door. "Longer you leave it, the harder it'll get!" He quickly looked back at the other boy and added, "Yes, I know how that sounded. Let it go!"
Nicky smiled at the unspoken joke and followed Danny out. Thankfully the corridor was deserted, though that was intentional. They had chosen a time when most, if not all, of the other students were occupied, just to make things a little easier.
"See, this is fine," Danny said supportively as they walked to the corner of the hallway.
"Yeah, but that's not!" Nicky said, pointing ahead.
The large atrium came into view, staircases on either side, one leading up to the second floor, the other down to the ground floor, a long, wide walkway running between them. The walkway was sided by a waist-high stone balustrade, but beyond that was open space, meaning the walkway was in full view from the main entrance below.
"I swear, whoever designed this place is a total fucking perv!" Nicky grumbled as he followed Danny, keeping the other boy between himself and the entrance for fear of being seen.
"I know," Danny grinned, "I fucking love it!" he admitted shamelessly. "Come on," he said as they reached the door to the shower room.
As soon as Danny opened it, Nicky froze as he heard the sound of running showers and talking.
"You've got this," Danny said softly, stroking Nicky's arm.
Nicky shuddered but nodded. In they went. It was a simple room, basically a large rectangular space with ten shower heads along the wall with the door and another ten along the opposite wall. A hook, small shelf and shower gel/shampoo dispenser was attached alongside each shower, while a drain sat beneath. The only other thing in the room was the one remaining shower cubicle left from the old days, still marked, as it had been since before Danny and Nicky joined the school, as `out of order'.
In the far-left corner, two Year 8 boys were showering under adjacent shower heads, chatting quietly, not even looking round at the new arrivals.
Danny let out a happy moan. He loved the shower room. Walking into it was always such a delight. The other boys would either be facing him, giving him a perfect view of their wet, soapy chests, stomachs, and dicks, or facing away from him, putting their cute little butts on show. Things were slightly different now though. While the two previous years he had enjoyed the sight of older students showering, he was now part of the oldest Year group on the first floor, meaning only boys of his own age and younger would be in there.
Nicky let out a distinctly less happy moan at the sight of the other boys. While he had to admit the view of their pale, wet butts was not unpleasant, the thought that he would soon be just as naked as they were filled him with dread. He looked to Danny then nodded to the opposite corner of the room from the Year 8s.
Danny grabbed Nicky's arm, shook his head then pulled him the other way, heading to the shower heads directly across from the other boys.
Nicky didn't dare to object, worried that speaking might draw attention from the two boys who seemed happily oblivious to them so far.
Danny turned on his shower and hung up his towel then looked to Nicky who was just frozen in place. He reached across to turn the shower on and smirked a little as Nicky jumped back, alarmed by the sudden spray. He reached down tugged gently at Nicky's towel – not enough to pull it off, but enough to make his thoughts clear.
Nicky stared back at Danny, almost in tears. While he was about to do something that straight-up terrified him, he had something else on his mind. Nicky's fear of public showers, along with so many of his other issues, had come about from unprocessed feelings around the loss of his identical twin brother, Matthew. He had started working with the school's doctor on addressing the issues before the summer. While he was well on the way to dealing with them, that didn't make this particular moment much easier.
"It's just me they're looking at!" Nicky muttered.
"They're not looking at anyone," Danny whispered back, glancing round at the other two boys.
"No it's..." Nicky started, then shook his head, not watning to explain his thought process or the issues behind it. "It's complicated. Don't worry," he said, then took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment and went on, "Fuck, here I go!" He yanked off the towel and quickly hung it on the hook as he stepped under the warm spray.
Danny gave him a supportive smile, but Nicky didn't even notice. He was too busy showering at an almost inhuman speed. Danny would have laughed had he not known how distressing his friend was actually finding it.
Nicky was washed off in less than a minute, his hands fumbling to turn the shower off as he grabbed the towel back and wrapped it around his waist, facing the wall as the two Year 8 boys dried off. Danny was still showering by the time the younger boys left but finished soon after, remaining silent.
"Come on," Danny said as he wrapped his towel back around himself, placing his hand on Nicky's back to guide him over towards the door.
The walk back to the dorm was almost a jog, Nicky was just so keen to get back to the relative safety of their dorm. As they got back to their room and shut the door, Nicky was actually panting, verging on hyperventilating.
"You did it!" Danny said proudly. "You totally fucking did it!"
Nicky nodded, his jaw quivering as he barely managed to hold back tears. "Hug please," he managed to squeak.
Danny was on him in a moment, the two boys gripping tightly onto each other.
They stood in silence for a few minutes as they hugged until Nicky pulled away and said quietly, "Thank you for... for doing this with me. I know you probably have other things you'd rather be doing!"
Danny shrugged casually as he pulled his towel off. "I figured you'd end up coming my way at some point," he said with a slight chuckle as he patted down his legs and sat down onto his bunk, tossing the wet towel aside.
"You did?" Nicky asked curiously. He pulled the towel off to avoid getting the bed wet as he sat down, but kept the towel covering the front of his lower half.
"Yeah," Danny nodded. "I mean... us two, we were pretty tight with Mikey and Chris... ugh, MIKE and Chris, dammit," he corrected himself, still used to saying Mikey. "So when you all broke up, I figured I'd be the only one left for you to come to!"
Nicky nodded, pouting slightly. "I messed things up pretty bad, didn't I?" he asked sadly.
"You did what you needed to do to look after yourself," Danny replied, placing a hand on his leg. "Big respect for that."
Nicky nodded and smiled back.
"But the way you did it makes you a total fucking cunt!" Danny added frankly.
"Ow!" Nicky frowned. "Fair, but still... ow!"
Danny smirked a little and shook his head slightly. "Just be glad Chris fucked up so badly right after and caused such a big distraction. If it wasn't for that, I probably woulda just kicked the shit out of you myself!" Danny said, not enjoying the thought of it.
"And I would've deserved it," Nicky accepted with a sigh, shrinking inward slightly. "I'll probably keep my distance for a while," he added, getting a nod of approval from Danny. He shook his head for a moment as he sighed sorrowfully. "You remember when things were simple?" he asked wistfully.
"Not really," Danny sniggered. "But I do remember is the FIRST time we showered together!"
"Oh yeah," Nicky said, smiling sincerely.
"You were my first kiss!" Danny sighed, leaning to the side to let his head rest against Nicky's shoulder.
"I remember," Nicky said fondly, letting his head loll to the side to rest on Danny's.
"Remember what you asked after I told you?" Danny asked coyly.
Nicky chuckled. "I believe it was... `would you like a second one?' wasn't it?" he asked with a grin.
"That was it," Danny smirked, letting his hand slide up Nicky's body, still damp from the shower. "Oh my god, I think your towel is possessed... it's moving!" he joked, gesturing to the growing bulge beneath it.
Nicky grabbed the towel and tossed it away. In the safety of his own dorm, with someone he trusted, any hint of nervousness and shyness vanished. He glanced down at this thickening cock then looked to Danny and winked playfully.
"Would you like me to lend you a `hand' with this, too?" Danny asked playfully.
"Sure, or maybe..." Nicky started, then stopped, shook his head and said, "Yeah, that'd be good?"
"Maybe?" Danny asked curiously. As Nicky shook his head, Danny placed a hand on the huge dick and squeezed gently as he asked, "Maybe what? I rarely say no!"
Nicky giggled at the comment and nodded. "It's just... between Will and then Chris and Mikey..."
"Mike!" Danny corrected him with a snigger.
Nicky rolled his eyes as he shook his head. "Yeah, him... I kinda got used to..." he paused, a little embarrassed to say it.
"Fucking?" Danny asked, getting a shy nod in return. "Yeah, I get it. I'm the same. I go too long and I... yeah, it's hard to explain. Kinda like an itch, right? But not in the STI kinda way, obviously!"
"You should write poetry!" Nicky sniggered. "But yeah, that's it!"
"Oh!" Danny nodded, finally realising the implication. "So you want me to take a ride on the Nicky Express, do ya?"
"I've literally never called it that and hope you never will again!" Nicky scoffed. "But yeah, if you mean fucking... totally yes. I mean, you're used to taking a big one regularly, aren't you?"
Danny frowned curiously. "You've seen Brian naked?" he asked, not opposed to the idea.
"No, but when he wears sweatpants, it's... well... kinda noticeable!" Nicky blushed.
"Okay, that's hot. But... yeah he's big so I reckon I can handle you! Lube up, big boy. How d'ya want me?" Danny asked, eager to get his hold filled.
"On all fours," Nicky said without hesitation as he jumped up to grab some lubricant, frantically stroking his dick as he turned back to see Danny in position. "Actually, might want to move somewhere else," Nicky smirked as he went to get kneel on the bunk and virtually had to double over to fit under the top bunk.
Danny rolled away, fell heavily onto the floor. He popped up a moment later and declared, "I'm okay!" then scurried along to the sofas and threw himself over the arm. "How's this?" he asked playfully, looking back.
Nicky walked round the bunk and just saw the bottom half of Danny sticking over the end of the sofa. As he approached, he gave one of the pearly-white globes a quick slap and said, "I can work with this!" He used the remnants of lube on his hand to briefly finger Danny's hole, getting a giggle then a groan in return.
Danny let out a happy moan as he felt Nicky begin to fill him up. Danny always tried his best to be unbothered by size, but with regular access to Brian's big tool, that was an easy position to take. As he lay there now, taking the biggest dick in the whole of Year 9, he couldn't help enjoying the sheer girth of it. The usual pleasure of getting fucked was tinged ever-so-slightly with a hint of pain as his hole was stretched a little further than usual. "God, your dick's amazing," he groaned.
"Thanks, I... grew it myself!" Nicky joked back. It was a surprisingly proud moment. His over-development and penis size were yet more of the lingering issues from the loss of his brother and usually any mention, good or bad, about his penis size could trigger him. The fact he had managed to hear Danny's comment, not lose his composure and actually made a joke in return... it felt like real progress.
Danny giggled at the comment, then again at the increased moans from Nicky. He had been told once that his hole clenched repeatedly as he laughed so he suspected he knew why Nicky was enjoying it so much.
"Well your butt's pretty amazing too!" Nicky returned the compliment. It was no blind platitude. Danny's butt was undeniably beautiful. Nicky was one of many who had often admired it, especially when he wore his football shorts.
"Thanks, I got it on Amazon!" Danny joked. "Half price, cos it's got a crack!"
Nicky snorted with laughter and slapped one of the buttocks as he called out, "Stop making he laugh, it's hard to fuck while I'm laughing!"
"If making you laugh earns me spanking, then I need to think of more jokes!" Danny said, peering back with a devilish grin.
"All you had to do was ask!" Nicky said excitedly, slapping the other cheek.
Danny let out a guttural moan as he buried his face in the sofa.
Nicky soon got into a rhythm – three thrusts, slap the left cheek, three thrusts, slap the right cheek. Each slap made Danny clench, squeezing the huge cock inside him. Nicky continued the routine as long as he could before he gasped, "Danny, I'm getting close!"
Panting from sheer excitement, Danny looked round and said, "Cum on my face!"
As Nicky pulled out, he moved around to the front of the sofa, stroking himself quickly.
Danny manoeuvred himself round so he was on his back, with his hips still on the raised arm of the sofa, meaning his straining cock was pointing at his face. As he watched Nicky stand beside him stroking, he took hold of his own dick and wanked eagerly.
"Ugh, yesss," Nicky hissed as he pumped out spurt after spurt onto Danny's face, plastering it with white goo.
"Oh god," Danny gasped as his own cock throbbed and began to shoot. Already blinded by Nicky's load, Danny had to aim blind but managed to a feel a couple of spurts hit his own face. Struggling to catch his breath, he gulped as he let go of his dick. He reached up and began channelling the spunk on his face towards his mouth, eagerly swallowing down the shared load. Once he got most of the cum out of his eyes he opened them and looked up, blinking.
"That was so hot," Nicky said contentedly, then looked to beside Danny's head and said, "I can't believe two days in the new dorm and we've got cum on the sofa already!" They both burst into laughter.
A few minutes later, both boys had cleaned off and gotten dressed before heading out to see what the others were up to. They found most of the rest of dorm 1.09 just leaving an activity Mr Trent had arranged.
"Sorry I missed it," Danny apologised as he caught up with Chris. "Just had... a thing to take care of."
"It's okay," Chris reassured him. "I just hung out with Mark anyway. He's really cool."
Danny felt a slight knot in his stomach but disregarded it. "Yeah, he seems nice so far," he said with a smile. "I'm glad he's settling in well."
"Yeah, me too," Chris said, proud to be helping the new boy feel more at home.
Josh inhaled deeply as he stepped out of the building, finally feeling like he was able to breathe again.
"Well, that went better than I expected," Mike commented, sounding quite surprised.
"Yeah, same here," Josh chuckled, clearly relieved. They were just finishing lunch when Josh had spotted Angel, the boy from the year below them he had beaten up several times the previous year. "He... seemed okay!" he said unconfidently. He frowned and looked to Mike and asked, "He DID seem okay, didn't he?"
Mike shrugged and said, "You know I don't get people!" Seeing the doe-eyed expression from Josh he sighed and said, "But yeah, as `okay' as someone can look getting an apology for several beatings... he looked, y'know... that amount of okay!" As Josh didn't look much better at the vague comment, he punched him gently in the arm and said, "C'mon, walk it off," then headed down the path away from the Home Building.
"You just wanna go stare at the sexy builders Chris mentioned, don't you?" Josh sniggered.
"Kinda," Mike grinned. "But... don't mention that name!"
Josh's brow quickly furrowed. "I thought you were good!"
Mike shrugged but stayed silent as they walked. Several moments later, he huffed a little and said, "We ARE good... I suppose. It's... really confusing!"
"You're telling me!" Josh mumbled, shaking his head.
"It's like... he's my friend and I want to still BE friends with him... same for Nicky... but at the same time, just thinking about them..." Mike stopped, his fists and jaw clenching at the same time.
"It's okay," Josh said, nudging him gently. "Chill. I get it! Well... I totally don't get it, but I get that you get it!"
Mike frowned and stared at Josh, shaking his head, "What?!" he exclaimed in utter confusion.
"Sorry, it's this... thing. It's hard to explain," Josh sighed. "Like, back when all my stuff was going down, people would be all like oh, I understand' and I'd be like, no fucking don't, how could you?' so it pisses me off when people say they get things that they really don't have a fucking clue about!"
"Okay," Mike said, nodding, beginning to understand.
"So I try not to do it myself. Like with your thing... I've never dated two of my best mates, broke up with them and had... issues about them trying to control me, so... no, I don't `get it', but... I get that YOU know how you feel. So when you say you're pissed off or angry, I get that you've got your own reasons for feeling that way and take you at your word. Make sense?"
"I guess," Mike nodded. "Huh, you're smarter than I thought!"
"Oh, so you WANT another fight?" Josh asked, raising his eyebrows.
"No!" Mike insisted, blushing heavily, "I was... actually trying to be nice!"
"Eww, why?" Josh teased, elbowing him playfully.
Mike sniggered, shook his head and said, "I don't fucking know, but it won't happen again!"
"Good!" Josh laughed, then stopped dead in his tracks and grabbed Mike's wrist. He stared ahead into the construction site for the Visitors Centre and declared, "Damn, hello daddy... daddies!"
Mike burst into laughter as he watched Josh stare in delight at the workers.
Evan turned his head slightly to look at David. As soon as the younger boy looked at him he turned his head away. After doing it two more times, David snapped at his mentor, "Will you STOP doing that!"
"Sorry, but... I just really like the new hairstyle!" Evan explained, "And you complain when I stare, so sneaking a peek is the best I can do!"
"Well... stop it," David grumbled. His new haircut had been quite extreme, but it was something he had given a lot of thought to. Over the summer, while he had been caught up in thoughts of how annoyed he was at James, Chris and even Danny, he had decided he just hated everyone. The change in style was supposed to represent that attitude, to make him look edgy and brooding and aloof.
His new attitude' had lasted less than a day, which was not surprising as edgy, brooding and aloof' was literally the opposite of everything David was. It wasn't all bad though. While he was getting a little annoyed at getting so much attention, it was all GOOD attention. The hairstyle had been called cute' and sexy'. He had been told it really suited him by people he thought barely even knew he was. It was a lot to handle.
"So today's the day, isn't it?" Evan asked, nodding enthusiastically. "I mean... two years... things have GOT to have started happening down there by now!"
David shrugged. "That's what we thought at the end of last term, but here I am," he said pessimistically as he tapped on his chastity device. "I saw all three of the others got unlocked!" he explained.
The Kingswood App, the service that commandeered the boys' phones while they were on school grounds to limit access to unacceptable material while providing them with all the info, schedules and reminders they needed also kept track of which boys were locked in chastity and which were not. The intention was that anyone still identified as `in chastity' should not take part on sexual activity, though the boys rarely obeyed that particular rule.
"I'm literally the last boy in my year," David pouted. "What's the latest someone's ever been unlocked? It's me, isn't it?" he asked hopelessly.
"Pfft, not by a long way! Back when I was in year seven, there was a guy who was at the end of year eleven before he finally got unlocked. They had one hell of a party, believe me! And you're a long way from that!"
David let out a whimper. He had been scared he had now become the least developed boy in the history of Kingswood. Somehow, finding out he wasn't, and that boys could actually take THAT long to develop scared him even more.
"Chill, lil dude," Evan said, shaking his head. "It's gonna be fine!"
A few minutes later, Dr Arkwright invited the two boys into his office. "How are you today, David?" the doctor asked cheerfully, gesturing for him to hop up onto the bed he would later be examined on.
"All good thank you sir. Did you have a nice summer?" David asked with a smile.
"Always so polite," Dr Arkwright chuckled. "I did, thank you David. How was yours?"
David pursed his lips, his brow furrowing thoughtfully. "Not the best," he answered honestly, "But things are better now!"
"That's good to hear," the doctor nodded. "And I notice a bit of a change too!"
David shrugged and said, "It's just a haircut!"
The man chuckled as he shook his head and said, "Lovely as it is... and it really does suit you... that wasn't quite what I meant. Your parents indicated on your start-of-year survey that it may be worth us having a discussion around weight and nutrition!"
"Oh, that!" David exclaimed. "Yeah!" he said, nodding as he noticed the slight frown of concern from Evan.
While most of the focus had been drawn to his hair, David had seen another physical change in the seven weeks since Year 8 ended. Having finally experienced a growth spurt, he had gained height but lost weight while doing it.
"Is it okay if we just take your height and weight. We'd be doing it in your annual physical soon anyway, so we may as well get ahead of the game," Dr Arkwright explained. "Could you pop onto the scales?"
"Sir, is it... okay if I take everything off? Chastity too? I'm really curious to know my accurate weight," David explained.
"Of course, go ahead," Dr Arkwright said, a little surprised. Having boys eager to strip in his office was no new thing, though that was usually the boys with secret medical or embarrassment fetishes. In David's case, it did seem to be genuine curiosity.
David quickly pulled off his clothes, blushing a little as he felt Evan's eyes on him as he waited to unlock and remove the chastity device. The older boy quickly removed it and shot a grin up to David as he whispered, "Definite growth here!"
David suppressed a smile and turned to stand on the scales.
"Okay, fifty kilograms exactly," Dr Arkwright nodded, tapping it in on his laptop. "That's actually two kilos less than your physical last year!" he stated, sounding interested rather than concerned. "Okay, height next!" He moved over to the measure and waited as David stood in place with his back to the wall. "And that'll be... one hundred and forty-six centimetres." As he went back to the laptop he added, "That's twelve centimetres taller than your last measurement."
"Excellent," David said happily.
"So you're pleased with that, then? And the weight?" Dr Arkwright asked, casually leaning on his desk as David sat up on the table again.
"Yes sir, and I know what you're thinking," David said presumptuously.
Dr Arkwright chuckled and nodded, "You often do, but go ahead..."
"Extreme weight loss in a short period, you're probably going through all the bad scenarios first, like various illnesses or maybe even an eating disorder. Possibly even depression, especially after what I just said about it not being a good summer, but you don't need to worry!" David explained.
Evan stared on in surprise. David was always smart and savvy, but it was still always a joy to witness him being so amusingly self-aware and mature.
"Okay, fair assessment," Dr Arkwright nodded, "Now tell me why I don't need to worry about those things!"
"Because I'm not sick and I'm not anorexic or bulimic, I just decided I wanted to lose some weight, so I manage portion sizes better, I've cut out some of the more unhealthy snacks and I exercise a lot more," David explained.
"But what about..." Dr Arkwright started before David cut him off.
"Nutrition? Yes, don't worry sir, I know I need a balanced diet and all the usual vitamins and minerals and calcium and stuff like that. I keep track of my food intake and from what I can tell I shouldn't be needing any supplements, but I'm happy to send you a copy for you to see if you agree!" David went on.
Dr Arkwright laughed for a few moments and shook his head. "Oh David, you really are a special little fella, aren't you!"
"I'm just me!" David shrugged.
"So modest too," Evan said proudly, smiling too.
Dr Arkwright forced a straight face and looked the boy up and down. "Okay, so you sound like you've got a handle on HOW to manage your weight, but is it okay if I ask WHY you want to do it?" he asked seriously.
David sat thoughtfully for a moment then gestured to his discarded chastity device. "Kinda cos of that sir, cos of it hopefully coming off!"
"Oh, you feel you can only engage in... sexual activity if you're slimmer?" the man asked with obvious concern.
"Oh, god, no sir, nothing like that. There's no... bullying or peer pressure or stuff like that, it's just..." David paused, thinking something he wasn't sure he should say. "Sir, can I be... frank?"
"I would expect no less," Dr Arkwright said with a slow single nod.
David blushed a little then said, "I just never wanted to be in the position where another boy could ask me to give him a titwank!"
Dr Arkwright cackled loudly as Evan choked and spluttered from sheer shock.
"Oh, David, you have just ABSOLUTELY made my day!" Dr Arkwright declared, still chuckling.
David beamed happily. He always enjoyed making people laugh and this was one of the biggest he had ever caused.
"I can't believe you just said that!" Evan said, blushing slightly as he stood shaking his head.
"What? He asked! I just answered!" David said, grinning.
"Ah, that one's gonna stick with me!" Dr Arkwright chuckled. "Well, it does sound like you're doing it right and for... acceptable reasons. If you could send me your food diary, just so I can check I'd appreciate it, and remember there's a large section on diet, nutrition and exercise in the school's digital library!"
"Thanks sir," David smiled.
"And how are things looking on your extra-curriculars? Not over-doing it on the physical side, are you?" the doctor asked.
David shook his head. "No sir, two sports and a bunch of others," he said, skimming over the exact number for fear of causing concern. "Thinking about joining the new survival club though. That sounds like a fun challenge!"
"Ah, excellent, sounds like a good balance. So, shall we got onto `the main event', as they say?" Dr Arkwright asked, conscious of the primary reason for the boy's presence.
"Yes sir," David said, scooting back to lay on the bed. "Evan to do it please, no offense, sir!" he requested, knowing the usual routine of offering to do it himself or have his mentor provide the necessary stimulation.
"None taken," the doctor smiled. "Evan, you're up!" he said. "You know the drill by now. Give me a holler when you're ready to finish!"
Evan moved up beside the bed and pumped a small glob of lubricant from the dispenser at his side. Much like Evan himself, David was circumcised and while he could masturbate comfortably without lube, he knew it was just easier with it. As he applied the cool gel to David's small dick, it slowly expanded beneath his fingers.
"Oh yeah, definitely bigger!" Evan declared as he wrapped his hand around it. The previous year it had been tiny, barely six centimetres hard. While it wasn't exactly monstrous now, at still less than ten, there was still a noticeable change. "And is that a hair?" he asked excitedly.
David reached down and grabbed it. "Nope, eyelash!" he giggled, raising his finger for Evan to blow it away as they both laughed.
The laughter quickly died down as Evan got to work masturbating the younger boy. Giving a quick glance to make sure the doctor wasn't watching, he let his other hand rest on David's stomach, caressing gently up towards his chest.
"Wow, the weight loss really shows. You look good!" Evan whispered.
David smiled and nodded, then replied, "Back off, I don't date my mentor, I'm not Nicky!"
"Wow, first of all... you wish," Evan smirked, "And secondly... that's savage!"
"No, that's shade!" David chuckled back. "Now shut up and focus already!"
"Fine!" Evan said, shaking his head as he pumped away at the small dick.
After a few silent minutes and with a little more lube applied, David called out, "Doctor, it's nearly time!"
Dr Arkwright got up quickly from his desk, having had years of practice at moving over quickly without looking like he was rushing.
"Ah, here I... go..." David said, blushing a little at being on show, though he was almost used to it by now. As his balls tightened, his cock spurted up a watery stream of spunk which landed on his stomach, followed by a few more meagre dribbles. Though the ejaculation was not huge, the orgasm accompanying it was intense and David remained flat on his back, catching his breath for several moments after.
"Well, looks like you won't be needing this anymore!" Dr Arkwright smiled, holding up the now-defunct chastity device.
"Ah, Mr Beecham, I've been expecting you!" Chris said, swivelling round in the chair as the teacher walked in.
"Yeah, not surprising, considering this is MY office!" Mr Beecham declared, shaking his head. "I was wondering when you'd pop up!"
"Interesting choice of words," Chris smirked, his eyes roaming down the man's body, stopping at his crotch. Right before the summer break, Chris had locked the man in chastity and then held his keys during the summer break.
"Funny!" Mr Beecham said flatly. "Now get out of my chair!"
"Why don't you make me?" Chris taunted with a sly grin.
"Chris!" the teacher said in his sternest voice.
Chris immediately jumped up and yelped, "Yep, that'll do it!" He moved aside, gesturing for the man to take the seat. "How was your summer?" he asked cheerfully.
"Quite nice," Mr Beecham smiled as he stared back at the boy, then rolled his eyes a little as he added, "If perhaps a little frustrating! And yours?"
Chris just shrugged, avoiding eye contact.
Mr Beecham stared back for a moment, unsure whether to probe further or not. He decided against it and simply asked, "So are you here for what I think you're here for?"
"If you mean unlocking you..." Chris said, finally looking at the man whose eyes widened slightly at the prospect, "No! Well, it's related to that, but no, I'm not unlocking you today!"
"Chris, please give me the key!" the teacher requested firmly.
"I'm thinking... no," Chris smirked. "You haven't earned that yet!"
Mr Beecham was visibly annoyed at the answer. "Chris, I let you do this as a favour, something to cheer you up and I did it because I TRUST you!"
Chris tutted and rolled his eyes. "No, don't... TRUST me, that just makes screwing you over SO much harder!" he complained. "Besides, we established that you LIKE when I'm in charge of you, didn't we?"
"Not the point," Mr Beecham said gruffly.
"Kind of IS the point," Chris muttered back under his breath.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" the teacher asked, his frustration growing.
"Nothing," Chris huffed. "Come on, Owen, don't make me give your keys back. You KNOW how much fun we could have!" His use of the teacher's first name signifying an attempt to move to the more informal side of their relationship.
"Yeah, and I also KNOW how quickly I'd lose my job and get arrested if anyone found out. I've already done enough to completely fuck up my life and I can't keep taking these stupid risks, just for a cheap thrill!"
Chris recoiled at the comment. "Is that all I am to you? A cheap thrill?"
Mr Beecham sighed, shaking his head as he stood up from his chair and moved around the desk. "Okay, that was a bad choice of words. You're not just a cheap thrill to me!"
"Then what am I?" Chris demanded.
"You're my student," Mr Beecham said bluntly. Seeing Chris ready to object again, he quickly continued, "One of my very favourite students... my favourite people actually. You mean a lot to me, Chris, and I wish I COULD let you keep the keys, but like I said... this isn't just a game to me. It's life-ending stuff!"
Chris opened his mouth to argue back, but thought for a moment and just nodded. He took a breath then said, "Yeah, I understand." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys to the man's chastity device. He let out a gentle sigh as he handed them over.
"Thank you," Mr Beecham said sincerely. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.
"Of course I am!" Chris said, shaking his head. "I'm always okay, I have to be! Why would I ever not be okay?"
The man frowned a little at the loaded response and moved closer, placing a hand on Chris' shoulder to guide him over to the small sofa, nudging him to sit down before sitting beside him. "You wanna talk?" he asked gently.
"No, it's fine," Chris insisted. "Like I said... I'm okay!" Several seconds of silence followed until Chris finally spoke up and said, "I always HAVE to be okay. I don't get to not be!"
"Go on," Mr Beecham urged him, stretching his arm out along the back of the sofa, letting his hand gently tease the hair on the back of Chris' head.
"Doesn't matter," Chris sighed, pushing his head back slightly against the man's hand.
"Chris, it matters to me!" Mr Beecham insisted.
"Me as in Mr Beecham' or me as in Owen'?" Chris asked. His relationship with the man was a complex one, having spent time with him as both teacher and friend, the use of his name usually differentiating between the two.
"Which one d'you need right now?" the man asked, teasing Chris' hair gently.
"I don't know," Chris pouted, tipping over to the side so his head came to reast against the young teacher's chest.
"So what did you mean about not being allowed to not be okay?" Mr Beecham asked curiously.
"Well... stuff just happens and it's like everyone needs me to just be okay!" Chris explained wistfully.
Mr Beecham stroked the boy's arm gently and asked, "Like what?"
"Don't!" Chris said, shaking his head. "If I start, I might not stop!"
"I'm not going anywhere," the teacher said with a shrug. "Take as long as you need!"
Chris stared up at the man for a moment and saw nothing but sincerity in his sweet smile. "Well half my family got Covid and ended up in hospital and Blane was stuck handling it and he just needed me to stay here and just... be okay with not being there. Like, he didn't want to have to worry about me on top of everything else, so it was like... Chris, just stay there and be okay!"
"Sounds tough," Mr Beecham nodded.
"And the accident. Danny was really hurt and everyone else here was so worried about him and scared he wouldn't come back and I had to be all, like, `don't worry, he'll be fine' even though I was scared that he wouldn't be fine. They needed me to just... be okay and tell THEM it'd be okay," Chris continued. "Then Danny dating my mentor! It was like, yeah, sorry Chris, we low-key know you like Danny, but he's with the person you're meant to trust most, but they're really happy together and he's your friend so you've got to be okay with it otherwise you're just a bit of a dick!"
"Mmm-huh," Mr Beecham hummed as Chris reeled the things off.
"And I couldn't even talk to my own mentor about it, because he WAS the issue, but then Danny's mentor's all, like, `you can talk to me' which was nice, but how could I go to him talking about not being okay when the thing not making me okay was the boy HE was mentoring and HIS best friend, so I just... had to be okay with all of it!" Chris rambled, staring off across the office as he shook his head.
"What else?" Mr Beecham prompted, still stroking Chris' arm comfortingly.
Chris barely took a breath before he continued. "So my best friend is all... up in my mentor's business, but it's okay, cos I got two other really good friends, except then I start dating BOTH of them which is cool until they BOTH dump me on the same day... publicly. So you'd think I'd at least get to be pissed at them, but NOOOO, I can't even do that. I mean, Nicky dumps me cos he's dealing with losing his IDENTICAL TWIN, so how do I get to be pissed at him over that without looking like a world-class bastard for being totally insensitive and then Mikey dumps me because HE'S got his own issues too, so I can't even be mad at him. But I figured hey, if I can't be mad at them, I can at least ignore them, but then along comes Mark... he's the new guy in our dorm... and because of the atmosphere from all of it, HE gets all upset cos he's having, like, the WORST first day ever so suddenly I can't even ignore Nicky and Mikey anymore and have to just... be okay with the guys who dumped me!"
"Wow, yeah, that's a lot," Mr Beecham nodded, thinking he was finished.
"And then, the teacher I'm supposed to go to when I'm not okay, Mr Trent... he goes and starts dating MY OWN BROTHER and suddenly he's... he's AT my house and in my life and he's not just Mr Trent anymore, now he's Levi and I can't even go to him with this stuff because... well, it's complicated, but I don't even get to not be okay with the person I'm meant to be able to not be okay with!" Chris continued, almost panting as he ranted on.
"Any more?" Mr Beecham asked after Chris went quiet for a few seconds.
"Probably, but that's all for now," Chris replied with a slight shrug, burying his face in Mr Beecham's chest.
"You've definitely been through a lot," the teacher said sympathetically, running his fingers through Chris' hair again. "And I know what you came here today hoping for, but... maybe I can give you something better."
"A blowjob?" Chris asked with a grin. "It's a blowjob. Come on, tell me it's a blowjob. It's a blowjob isn't it!"
"IT'S NOT A BLOWJOB!" Mr Beecham snapped to shut the boy up before he could go on any further. "I... I'd like to spend more time with you!"
"Oh yeah!" Chris grinned, shifting round slightly to place a hand on the man's leg.
"Nuh-uh," Mr Beecham said, slapping the hand away. "It's time as either Mr Beecham OR Owen, that's your call, but either way it WON'T involve sex!"
"Aww, where's the fun in that?" Chris sniggered.
"Chris, you've just complained that most of the people in your life you'd usually talk to, you can't anymore, and it's mostly because of sex. I wanna be here for you because I like you and I care about you, but I'm not gonna let another relationship in your life get messed up because of not being able to keep it in my pants!" Mr Beecham explained firmly.
"So... what would this be?" Chris asked a little sheepishly as he sat up and turned to face the teacher.
"I'd be... someone you can talk to, with no secrets. Someone you can hopefully trust to be open with," Mr Beecham explained, "But most of all, this would be a place where it'd be okay for you to NOT be okay! How does that sound?"
Chris thought for a moment then nodded. "It sounds... good!" he said softly, giving a timid smile.
"Good," Mr Beecham smiled. "I meant what I said, Chris. You mean a LOT to me."
"Yeah, you're not bad yourself," Chris said back, blushing a little at the sweet comment. "Although..." he paused, frowning.
"Yeeeees?" Mr Beecham asked dubiously.
"Well it's just... I held your keys ALL summer and I've spent weeks thinking about how amazing it'll feel when you're released and get to cum again and I'd really feel like I'm missing out if I don't get to see it!" Chris explained. "I mean, I put in the work, shouldn't I get the reward?"
"Sure, cos keyholding takes SO much effort!" Mr Beecham said sarcastically. As Chris stared back at him, doe-eyed, he sighed and said, "Okay, if I let you have this... and JUST this... we go back to... a legal teacher/student relationship, right?"
"Yes, right, yes, totally, I promise!" Chris said excitedly, hopeful he was about to get his wish.
"Fine, lock the door!" Mr Beecham instructed.
Chris jumped up and locked the door. As he turned back, he found the man holding out the keys. "I get to actually unlock you? SO cool!" he said, almost bouncing with excitement.
As Chris took hold of the keys, Mr Beecham gripped tightly, waiting for Chris to look him in the eye as he advised, "One time only. Got it?" As Chris nodded back, he released his grip and let Chris take the keys. He reached down and opened the top button of his shirt then pulled it up over his head. Before he had it fully removed, he felt Chris' hands working on opening his trousers.
Rolling his eyes as he sensed the man staring at him, Chris replied sarcastically, "Oh so I'm keen. Big surprise!"
Mr Beecham sniggered and stood for a moment as his trousers and underwear were yanked down. He pulled his shoes and socks off with his feet before stepping out of the clothing as Chris unlocked the chastity device.
Chris stepped back and looked the man up and down. There was a reason he was known as the `hottest teacher' to so many, though almost every teacher in the school had his own admirers. Being such a keen swimmer kept Mr Beecham in great shape, his body almost a text-book picture of male musculature. His defined pecs and ripped abs were shaved smooth along with the rest of him, the neat, blonde stubble on his jaw the only sign he was even capable of growing body hair. His cock had begun to swell the moment it was released and now pointed invitingly up towards Chris who eyed it hungrily.
"Can I do... anything?" Chris asked, mentally planning his attack.
"Erm... maybe. What exactly are you asking?" the man asked nervously.
"Will you..." he started, pausing to gulp anxiously. "Will you fuck me?"
Mr Beecham puffed out his cheeks, exhaling slowly as he thought about the request. As he remained silent, he watched Chris quickly strip. The boy was an undeniable beauty, with his kind, gentle green eyes and soft Irish features. Having slimmed down during his first year at the school while doing extra swimming training, he had managed to regain a slight hint of puffiness around his mid-section, but only enough to take his build to `average', still a long way from chubby. His dick was finally showing a hint of growth, reaching a modest 12 centimetres as it stood fully to attention, protruding from an ample patch of chocolate-brown pubes.
"Please," Chris added in barely a whisper. He took a step forward, looking up a little, standing a head shorter than the man before him. As he felt the teacher's dick press against his stomach, his own made contact with Mr Beecham's leg, their bodies so close they could feel the heat from each other.
"God, who could say no to this?" Mr Beecham asked in genuine admiration as he raised a hand to caress the boy's cheek.
"Most of my dorm, apparently," Chris said, giving a sad smile.
"Ugh, emotional low blow," Mr Beecham smirked. "Fine, lube up," he said as he gestured to his desk. "Top drawer!"
"Yay!" Chris declared happily as he rushed over and pulled the drawer open. He was already fingering his hole before he got back to Mr Beecham, handing the bottle to him. "You just... keep lube in your desk drawer?" he asked with a snigger
The teacher just shrugged back at the comment then slicked up his throbbing cock as Chris sat on the sofa sideways then leaned back, pulling his legs up. He hooked his knees back behind his arms to put his hole fully on show for the man.
"This okay for you?" Chris asked, staring at the teacher between his splayed legs.
Mr Beecham let out a slight grunt at the sight of the awaiting boy. His balls already ached from so many weeks without proper release and the beauteous vision before him made them ache. "Perfect!" he replied, slightly dreamily. He knelt onto the sofa and positioned himself between Chris' legs, letting his hands caress down the underside of his thighs for a moment.
"Mmmm," Chris moaned contentedly, his eyes flickering closed for a moment. "Oh, don't worry about going easy... I'm used to bigger!" he explained, then blushed a little as he said, "Sorry, wasn't... being mean about size or anything, it's just..."
"Nicky's hung like a fucking donkey. Yeah, don't worry, I know!" Mr Beecham replied, then blushed himself as he realised what he had just said ABOUT a student and TO a student. Needing a distraction from the moment, he leaned forward, using one hand to guide his cock into Chris' hole. He felt a little resistance at first, though it quickly gave way to allow him to slide inside, the boy's ring squeezing tight as he slid in.
"Unnnh, I missed that," Chris moaned as he felt himself being filled. Having spent most of Year 8 with two boyfriends who liked to top him, Chris had gotten used to being fucked regularly, so the eight weeks since he had broken up with them had felt painfully long. Even if this was a one-off, it was enough to sate him for now. The fact it was the subject of some of his most common wank fantasies was just the icing on the cake. "Oh yeah, fuck me Mr Beecham!" he groaned.
The man froze momentarily. He had only fucked one student before and he had also taken great pleasure in calling him `Mr Beecham', purely to highlight the taboo nature of what they had been doing. In Chris' case, it felt more like a genuine exclamation of excitement. He smiled and continued building his pace, one of his hands gripping onto Chris' leg while the other reached down to stroke his straining dick.
"Not too fast," Chris warned, moving his hand down to gently touch the teacher's. "I don't wanna cum before you do!"
"Okay," Mr Beecham acknowledged, slowing the wanking a little as he slid firmly inside the boy, his hips pressing against the boy's pert buttocks. He gradually began to lean forward until he was staring down at the boy beneath him. Releasing the hand holding his leg, he instead reached down to caress the boy's cheek, smiling as he nuzzled back against it.
"You can kiss me... if you like," Chris said, neither hopeful nor demanding, simply a genuine offer.
Mr Beecham chuckled at the sweet declaration. He raised his hand to brush the hair off of the boy's forehead before letting his hand work round to the back of his head, cupping it gently to pull him up as he leaned down in return. Neither of them said a word as their faces grew close, they just exchanged caring stares until their lips met and their eyes closed.
The kiss was gentle, sweet and caring. It continued on for half a minute before Mr Beecham pulled back a little, smiled as the boy's beautiful green eyes opened and kissed him playfully on the tip of his nose before pulling back up to increase his pace again.
"I'm starting to... get close," Mr Beecham warned.
Chris sniggered back. "You're doing better than me. I blew almost untouched after that long in chastity!" he giggled, thinking back to the start of the previous year.
"Oh, I remember," the man grinned, nodding a little.
"Think about that a lot, do you?" Chris asked playfully. It had been embarrassing, but he loved the idea of the teacher thinking about it.
"Now and then!" Mr Beecham admitted.
"Me too," Chris giggled.
"Ugh, yeah, won't be long!" Mr Beecham grunted as he slammed in hard.
"Wank me faster!" Chris requested in return.
The request itself was enough to push the man towards release. Having not asked about whether the boy was okay with cumming inside him, he erred on the side of caution and pulled out, giving his dick a few final strokes before launching a veritable fountain of spunk. The first shot hit Chris on his chin, a long streak of white running all the way down to his stomach. The following dozen spurts coated the boy's torso, while some of it had landed on the hand stroking his dick, adding a warm lubrication that seemed to push Chris towards his own release.
"Oh god, yessssss!" Chris hissed as his dick erupted into an orgasm of his own, adding his own load to the man's tidal wave of jizz. Panting his way frantically through the intense ejaculation, Chris laid limply, enjoying the feel of the man's slightly softened dick resting against his own. "That was good, right?" he asked, looking up wide-eyed at the man above him.
"Oh that was a good," Mr Beecham sniggered. He let his hand rub up and down Chris' leg for a moment before climbing off to grab a towel which he tossed to the prone boy, watching as he quickly cleaned up.
Tossing the towel aside, Chris stared at the naked man and held his arms out to him.
Mr Beecham smiled at the innocent gesture and moved in, grabbing hold of the boy as he lay on the sofa, pulling him into an affectionate cuddle.
Chris let out a happy moan as he nuzzled against the man. "Don't worry," he said, sensing what he was about to say. "I know this was just a one-off. I'm okay with that."
"Good," Mr Beecham said, kissing the top of his head gently.
"But can we... still do this?" Chris asked hopefully, his arms tightening a little to emphasise what he meant.
"Any time you need it," the man answered.
"Thank you," Chris whispered before letting out a happy sigh.
"What up, slut," Adrian declared, throwing an arm around Danny as he wandered the hall towards the dorms with Rob.
As Rob looked mildly horrified, Danny stated, "Don't worry, he means that in a nice way," he looked to Adrian as he added, "Right?"
Adrian smirked and replied, "Sure, let's go with that!"
Danny rolled his eyes a little and shook his head as he asked, "How's life in dorm one-eleven then? Everyone settled in?"
"Yup!" Adrian nodded happily. "Bunks picked, clubs booked, Harley even got out of chastity so we're fully unlocked now!"
"Yeah, same here," Rob nodded. "David for us, obviously. I actually saw everyone did. Whole year's good to go now!"
"Great, a bigger target audience for Danny!" Adrian sniggered. "And we KNOW Danny likes an audience!"
"Shut up," Danny blushed. Adrian was one of Danny's closest friends in his Year outside of the dorm. Along with Kyle Scott, now in dorm 1.12, the three boys often fooled around together.
"Ooh, totally just given me a new idea for a scenario!" Adrian declared excitedly.
"Scenario?" Rob asked, raising an eyebrow as they came to a stop at the corner of the hallway.
Danny huffed. He liked to keep his activities with the other two at least slightly private. "Just a... thing we do" Danny said, trying to be vague.
"Yeah, roleplay," Adrian admitted shamelessly.
"Oh, like D&D?" Rob nodded.
"Definitely NOT like D&D," Adrian chuckled, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Danny huffed again.
Rob's eyes widened. "Oh, so you mean... sexy roleplay? That's... freaking hot!"
"You... like that?" Danny asked a little shocked.
Rob shrugged. "I guess so," he said, surprised a little himself.
"Well we always say we want more guys!" Adrian declared. Adding Kyle to their roleplay sessions had opened up more options, but they had always talked about what they could do with more people.
"We'll... talk about it later," Danny said, blushing a little. "So... clubs all picked, you say?" he asked, desperate to change the subject.
Adrian considered trying to tease Danny further but decided against it. He shrugged and said, "Yup, though it's mostly the same as last year. I'm signing up for Survival Club too. That sounds like fun."
"Hey, me too!" Danny declared happily.
"Ugh, not me," Rob scoffed. "I can survive perfectly well indoors, thank you!" The other two boys laughed at the comment.
"I'm looking forward to football SO much more now!" Adrian said with a nod. "I FINALLY get out of goal!"
"Oh yeah, cool!" Danny said happily. Throughout Year 7 and the start of Year 8, goalkeeper had been Danny's usual position, though when the accident had taken him off the team, Adrian had been put in his place as the team's second-best goalie. "I can't wait to get back in!"
"Oh!" Adrian declared, looking a little shocked.
"What?" Danny frowned at the other boy's reaction.
"Nothing, it's just... well I kinda figured the new guy'd be in goal!" Adrian said a little awkwardly. "I mean, he's from one of the best teams and at the peak of his game and you... erm..."
"Haven't even played in almost a year," Danny pouted sadly. "I...hadn't even thought of that!" he said, visibly deflated.
"Eesh, sorry, my bad," Adrian cringed. "You never know, he might be even better in a different position. There's no guarantee he'll be goalie here too, just because he was at King Edwards!"
"It's fine," Danny shrugged.
"Who's fine? You talking about me? Cos I'm MIGHTY fine!" Chris said with a grin as he approached from behind them... accompanied by Mark.
The three boys looked painfully conspicuous as they floundered for what to say before Danny smirked and said, "Yeah, you wish!" As Adrian and Rob both sighed a little at the poor attempt at a comeback, Danny asked, "Where've you guys been?"
"I took Mark to meet with Mr Cunningham about the footie team," Chris said. "He's as excited to get Mark on the football team as Mr Hargreaves was to get Jazz transferred in for the rugby team!"
"Oh, cool," Danny said with a clearly-forced smile.
"Yeah," Rob quickly joined in, trying to steer the subject away a little. "He was captain of his old team. Mr H said I might be in for a challenge to keep the title!"
"And you're okay with that?" Chris asked, frowning.
Rob shrugged. "If Jazz gets it, I'm okay with that. He's a good captain!" he said casually.
"Sure, cos who doesn't love being replaced!" Chris said sarcastically, oblivious to the looks Rob and Adrian exchanged as they glanced at Danny.
"Anyway, we were heading to the dorm. I wanted to congratulate David on his big news!" Chris said cheerfully.
"Oh yeah," Rob said with a smirk. "Congratulations on gaining the ability to ejaculate and getting released from enforced chastity. They should make greeting cards for that!"
The group burst into laughter as they headed back to their dorms, though Danny couldn't help shooting Mark just a little slightly-disgruntled side-eye as they walked.
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