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The Kingswood Effect
Chapter 4
Thursday 02 September 2021
"Welcome, year nines. It's nice to finally meet you all," Mr Rudd called out to the group of boys sat staring up at him as he paced back and forth before them. The man had started working at Kingswood less than a week ago and had already caused quite a stir amongst the students.
Rumour had it that his PE lessons at previous schools had been brutal and exhausting, though the stories always came from `a friend of a friend who heard it from someone else', so nothing ever concrete. It would be no surprise if he liked to push the students to the limits of their endurance considering his secondary role at the school. Each teacher at the school had a main role that involved teaching classes – PE for Mr Rudd – but they also got tasked with creating and running an extra-curricular activity.
While it certainly stretched the teachers thin at times, absolutely making them truly earn their generous wage, it served a dual purpose. Primarily, extra-curriculars were intended to educate, entertain and enrich the lives of the students, which was essential for the students who spent twenty-four-hours-a-day, 49-weeks-year at the school. The other purpose was to allow staff members the opportunity to pursue their own passions too. It had always been a Kingswood belief that happy teachers made for happy students.
Mr Rudd had started a club that had caught the interest of a sizeable chunk of the student population – Survival Club. With its fairly vague description of `teaching you all the survival skills you'll ever need to get by out in the wild', it was drawing a lot of attention. Nearly half the Year 9 class had signed up and a similar percentage of the other Years had done the same.
`Survival' was something the new teacher certainly looked capable of. He looked like he could handle anything, standing at six foot tall and impressively broad. His muscles were so pronounced that it didn't matter whether he was dressed in his more formal shirt and tie or his more casual PE sweats, the bulging muscles always showed. One of his arms bore a full-sleeve tattoo that had led to much talk about how many other tattoos the man may have, as well as what else may be lurking beneath the clothes.
Today was Mr Rudd's first official day in charge of classes, having spent the first few undergoing induction and orientation, with the Year 9s as his first class of the day.
"So I hope you're all ready to get a sweat on," Mr Rudd said confidently, smiling at the boys who looked a mix of scared and awed. Some of the boys were looking with more than simple curiosity as the muscular man purveyed the group. "How can I possibly work at a school with its very own obstacle course without trying it out? So today, we'll be having a tournament."
The boys erupted into cheers at the thought of getting to go on the school's obstacle course. Tucked away behind the Sports Complex, it often remained out of sight and out of mind, but it was always a popular choice when the PE teachers authorised its use.
"But first a warm-up. Three laps of the building and just for fun, first four back get to be team captains. Last four back... well, let's just say you probably don't want to be the last ones back!" Mr Rudd said with a grin. He stared at the boys who were nervously whispering to each other. "Time's ticking, lads!" he prompted with a smirk.
Realising that time the warm-up (i.e. the race) had started, the boys jumped to their feet quickly, some taking off at a mad dash instantly.
Glad to be back to full activity following his accident the previous year, Danny was off like a flash, determined to prove to both himself and the rest of his year that he was fully back on form. The run around the building was tiring, especially as he was pushing himself extra hard, but it soon became obvious he was one of the literal front-runners, bunched up with a crowd that included Mark and Josh from his own dorm and a few from the other dorms.
Danny shot Mark a sly glare as he caught up to him. The new boy in the dorm was nice... really nice... possibly too nice! It had only been five days but the rest of the dorm already seemed fairly enamoured with the quiet but friendly boy... especially Chris, who insisted on playing the role of guide as Mark settled into the school. The thing that had really annoyed Danny was the football team. Mark had played on the team at his old school. He had been their goalkeeper and to say he was good was an understatement. While Danny was an excellent goalie himself, his injury in Year 8 had kept him off the pitch for nine months and his skills were not yet back up to pre-accident levels. Based on their first practice, Mr Cunningham seemed to be favouring Mark for the position. Danny had not voiced his annoyance, but seeing Mark doing so well in HIS position was absolutely rubbing him the wrong way.
Despite the competitiveness of the warm-up run, spirits seemed high in the small group of faster boys, most of them goading each other on or teasing playfully each time one of them fell back. Coming up to the end of the third lap, Danny found himself shortly behind Mark, his lungs burning and legs aching from the frantic pace of the boys determined to win. To make it worse, Danny was currently was in fifth place, meaning he would JUST miss out on one of the top spots.
Suddenly, Josh's pace slowed as he dropped from first place to just behind Danny, right before they crossed the line where Mr Rudd was waiting.
"Okay, okay, line up in finishing order," he instructed as the winning four quietly celebrated, all offering their commiserations to Josh for seemingly burning out at the last hurdle.
The boys lined up as instructed, watching as the rest of their Year group caught up and started crossing the finish line. There was a mad dash in the final moments as the six boys at the back vied to get ahead and avoid whatever forfeit the new teacher had planned for the final four. With a range of cheers and jeers, the race was decided and the last boy crossed the line.
Celebrating at the front in descending order was Aaron Moore from dorm 1.12, Kevin Wood from 1.11, followed by Mark and then Danny. At the opposite end of the line, looking red-faced and breathless was David, who had just managed to avoid the bottom four slots. Right next to him was Chris, followed by Harley and Brandon from dorm 1.11 and in last place, Benjamin from dorm 1.12.
As the boys caught their breath, Mr Rudd worked his way down the line, taking names and noting them down on a clipboard, presumably taking it as an opportunity to put faces to names while assessing fitness levels. "The sort of performance I'd expect from a former King Edwards student," Mr Rudd nodded as he passed Mark, seemingly knowing the rival school's reputation for athletic excellence. Danny got an equally positive, "Impressive. I heard about your injury. Good on you for coming back fighting!"
Getting to fifth place, Mr Rudd asked, "Name?"
"Josh," Josh answered timidly, staring up at the mountain of manliness. "Josh... Williams, sir," he added.
"Ah, another name I've heard!" Mr Rudd nodded, eye narrowing briefly.
Josh pouted a little, convinced he would always be known as the abuse boy' or suicide kid' thanks to the things he had gone through in Year 7.
"They told me you were fast," Mr Rudd said with a smile, surprising Josh a little. He looked to the left and said, "Clearly not the fastest though!"
"Fastest one who doesn't have to be a captain!" Josh answered with a cheeky grin.
Mr Rudd chuckled for a moment before returning to a straight face. "Interesting," he said, eyes narrowing again as he looked the boy up and down for a moment before moving down the line.
"Ooh, he thinks you're interesting," Danny whispered playfully once the teacher was a little further away.
"Shut up," Josh blushed. "You're the one he called impressive!"
"Well how could he not?" Danny asked, sniggering as he flexed and posed, getting a giggle from Josh. As he looked further down the line, he saw Chris staring his way, waving and smiling much more than a normal boy facing a forfeit would be facing. As Danny went to wave back, he caught movement in his peripheral vision and realised Mark was already waving back. He just did his best to hide his scowl at the realisation the wave had not even been meant for him.
A few minutes later, the boys were gathered in a group, facing the four boys who would be captains for the obstacle course tournament, the four `losers' kept separate to one side.
"Okay, starting with Aaron, take it in turns to pick teammates from this lot," Mr Rudd explained, gesturing to the main group.
The picking started, with boys in the small crowd quickly calling out to the captains on their turns hoping to be chosen. Going first, Aaron picked Josh. Being captain of the football team, Aaron knew the capabilities of his teammates, so picking the infamously spritely Josh was an obvious pick. Next Kevin picked his dormmate, Adrian. Mark was next to pick. Not knowing many boys outside of his dorm yet, he started off by choosing Mike.
The selections went on until four teams of seven had formed, only the four `losers' remaining unpicked. "Okay," Mr Rudd called out. "Here's the deal. Each of you will pick one of these four slowest boys and your team's victory... or loss... will depend on how well THEY do! Seven rounds, winner of each round earns a five-second head start for their final team member. So the more YOU win," he explained, gesturing to the four teams, "The better THEIR Chances will be," he finished, gesturing to the four slowest boys.
The boys began chattering to each other for a moment, plotting who would run in which round.
"AND!" Mr Rudd called out, the noise suddenly stopping. "The team who's final runner is slowest will be doing a lap of shame around the course..." he paused as the boys stared at him expectantly, then grinned and added, "Naked!"
The boys burst into uproar with cheers and laughter and taunts. Danny suddenly felt a hand grab at the back of his shirt and heard Nicky growl in his ear, "You make sure we're not last. I am NOT getting naked out here!"
"Aaron, choose your competitor!" Mr Rudd called out over the noise, gesturing to the unpicked boys.
"Gotta be Ben!" Aaron declared, choosing the boy from his own dorm.
"Kevin, who's it to be?" Mr Rudd demanded, getting a sudden chorus of oohs from the crowd as they realised he had two boys from his own dorm to choose between (or Chris).
"Sorry Harley, gotta play the odds," Kevin called out to the smallest of the three remaining boys. "I choose Bran!"
"Yusss!" Bran grunted as he rushed to join Kevin's team.
"Chris!" Mark immediately called out without waiting to be prompted. "I want Chris!"
As Chris ran to join his group, Danny seethed quietly. Chris was HIS dormmate... HIS best friend. That should have been HIS choice. Realising people were starting to notice, he forced a smile then held an arm out to the last boy and said, "Come on Harley. Come join the winning team!"
The trash talk began almost immediately, every team goading the others, predicting their own victories and each other's losses as they moved to the start of the obstacle course. It was not something the boys got to go on often, but aside from the two new boys, they had all been on it enough to be familiar with the route and what was required for each obstacle.
"Right, line up in your teams, that will be the order you run in. Make sure your final runner's at the back. You fall off an obstacle, you go back to the start of it and try it again, give it three tries and if you really can't do it, you can move on, but ANYONE I see slacking off or being deliberately bad to bypass an obstacle will join the losing team in their forfeit AND remain naked for ONE week!" Mr Rudd threatened, waiting a moment as the teams lined up, most of the groups switching things round a little as they saw the order other teams had chosen. "OKAY, no more moving!" he called out once he felt he had given them enough time to plot. "First up, get to the start line."
Every team had picked one of their more capable, confident members to go first, obviously seeking the psychological advantage over the other teams of an early victory. As Mr Rudd blew his whistle, they were off. Thankfully, the nice summer weather was lingering on and the autumn showers had yet to set in to soften the muddy ground, so it was quite possible to make it to the end of the course without getting covered in mud, a feat which all four of the runners in the first round managed, crossing the finish line within seconds of each other. First place went to a member of Danny's team, much to Nicky's relief.
"Okay, that's a five-second headstart for your run, Harl," Danny said cheerfully to the diminutive boy at the end of their line. While one of the smallest in the year, Harley Edwards was no pushover. What he lacked in speed he made up for in strength, being a surprisingly effective member of the rugby team.
The next couple of races weren't quite as close, as the slightly less confident boys began to run. A few fell off obstacles, but none reached the point of needing to bypass them, succeeding on second or third attempts. While the boys all cheered for their teammates the loudest, with the occasional heckle for an opponent slipping in, there was a definite collective desire to see everyone do well. There was also universal laughter at Adrian who flubbed the rope swing and ended up splashing down into the muddy water below. While he didn't let it put him off his pace, he only managed to pull back to second place, but still received a loud cheer from the whole Year as he crossed the finish line, dripping wet.
It was like Adrian had started a trend the other boys wished to follow, with more and more of them falling into the muddy depths that awaited beneath the rope swing and monkey bars. As the sixth race finished, seven of the boys stood wet and muddy amongst their teams.
Danny took to the start line ready for the seventh race, choosing to go last for his team who had already managed to secure two first-place spots, meaning a ten-second head-start for Harley in the final round. Danny glared down the line, which had ended up as a full set of dorm 1.09 boys, with Josh in the first lane, Rob in the second, Mark in the third and finally Danny.
"You're all going down!" Josh called out confidently.
"That's Danny's job!" Adrian heckled from the crowd, getting a laugh from the whole group, even Mr Rudd.
"Sod off Adrian," Danny snapped back, clearly meaning something harsher but holding back with the teacher present, unsure yet how strict he was on swearing.
"Good luck guys," Mark smiled sincerely.
As Rob and Josh both returned the kind gesture, Danny just forced a smile, determined to beat him.
The whistle blew and off they went. Right from the start it was a close race, all four boys vaulting themselves up and over the two high walls with ease then passing through the stutter-step tyres without even slowing from their runs. They disappeared into the tunnel crawl together, but Josh emerged first, having sped through easier as the smallest, with Danny a few moments behind, then Rob and Mark at the same time.
While Josh kept his lead, running up and down the log climb as simply as if it were flat ground, Danny slipped on his way up, his leg sliding through one of the gaps. By the time he righted himself, Mark and Rob had caught up to him. The hill run was less of an obstacle with the course dry, usually relying on the slipperiness of mud to make it difficult, though Josh did manage to lose his footing just before the top and slid back down to the bottom.
"Ha, loser!" Rob giggled, running past him.
Josh was back on his feet and back up right behind them in no time as they reached the balance beams. Rushing to try and get ahead of Mark, Danny lost his footing on the second beam and fell off, cursing loudly as he ran back to the start of the first one, still rushing. As he saw Mark wobble and fall off the third beam, he smirked a little, but managed to slip himself, both of them moving back to the start, followed a moment later by Rob who had taken it slowly but still managed to wobble his way off the third beam.
"Ha, who's the loser now?" Josh looked back, taunting as he jumped clear of the third beam.
"Bastard," Rob grumbled, getting a snigger from Danny and Mark as the crowd continued their shouts of support.
The three of them focused on the beams and managed to take them quickly, all clearing them within moments of each other. They heard uproar from the crowd, thinking for a moment it was for them before they looked ahead to the cargo net climb. On the far side of it, Josh was hanging upside down, his foot caught in the net.
Mark and Danny were up the first side of the net, sniggering at the still-struggling Josh as they passed him, reaching the bottom just after Rob lugged himself over the top. Climbing down, he stopped beside Josh and asked, "Need a hand?"
"No!" Josh pouted, but reached an arm out anyway. By the time Rob had helped him down, Danny and Mark had passed the rope swing and reached the monkey bars.
Now seemingly a two-person race, Danny was more determined than ever as he grabbed the first rung of the monkey bars and started swinging his way across. Halfway across, he winced, clearly in pain.
"You okay?" Mark asked, swinging at his side.
"I'm fine!" Danny snapped. It was the first time he had felt any significant pain from his injury in quite a while, but the sudden and strong exertion had just pushed him in a way his daily training didn't quite manage. Determined not to fall into the water below, he clenched his jaw and pushed on, though his pace had slowed and Mark was off the bars while he still had two to go. Expecting the new boy to take advantage of the lead, he was surprised to see him look back again.
"You sure you're okay?" Mark asked.
"I SAID I'M FINE!" Danny snapped angrily.
"Oh... kay..." Mark said, a little taken aback. Shaking his head a little, he turned and headed to the final obstacle.
As Danny cleared the monkey bars, hearing Josh and Rob shortly behind him, he looked ahead to see Mark pass the last of the over-unders and cross the finish line, much to the joy of his team. Watching Chris celebrate with Mark just pissed Danny off even more as he finished the course second.
"Nice job there, Rob. Never leave a man behind," Mr Rudd said, patting Rob on the back for the help he gave Josh. "Not a literal victory but definitely a moral one!"
"Thanks sir," Rob said proudly.
"Okay, so it's two wins each for Team Kevin, Team Mark and Team Danny and only one for Team Aaron, which means your runner starts five seconds behind the others. Final racers to the start line!" Mr Rudd explained.
"No pressure, but win this or I kill you!" Nicky warned Harley, looking worryingly serious.
"Chill," Harley sniggered confidently. "We're good!"
"You... umm... we are?" Nicky asked nervously. "Like, how sure are you you'll win?"
Harley shrugged. "I dunno. Like... fifty-fifty maybe," the boy said with a grin which broadened as Nicky looked increasingly worried, "But I'm one hundred percent sure I'm not gonna be the slowest!"
Nicky breathed a sigh of relief as Harley joined Chris and the other two racers.
"Brandon, Chris, Harley, you will go on my first whistle. Benjamin, you will go on my second whistle!" Mr Rudd said, pausing for a moment to build suspense as he placed the whistle in his mouth. He blew once and three of the boys took off at a mad dash, followed by the fourth boy five seconds later as he blew the whistle again.
The boys went wild, cheering on the representative of their teams. Much to Nicky's relief, Harley's confidence was well-founded. While he was a little slower than the others closing the gaps between each obstacle, the obstacles themselves were no issue for him, vaulting walls and traversing tunnels with ease. Short of some kind of horrific disaster, it became clear early on that he would be the winner of the race, though the focus remained on the other three. Ultimately it was the loser that mattered now, more than the winner!
As Chris worked his way out of the tunnel crawl, he couldn't help regretting his decision back in Year 7 to give up the extra swimming coaching he had been doing, as it meant his general fitness had suffered as a result. He was barely halfway through the course and already a little breathless. He couldn't help smiling to himself at the thought of losing though. He weighed up the pros and cons as he crawled along. Pro - he quite liked the idea of being made to strip. Con - it would meaning running the course a second time. Pro – he would have to run the course naked! Con – it would mean Mark got his first `naked' Kingswood experience which could be a little unpleasant for his first week. Pro – naked Mark!
As he started the log climb, he realised it was becoming somewhat of a moot point. Harley was miles ahead, Brandon was already on the other side of the log climb and Benjamin, who had started five seconds behind was now caught up to him!
"Fuck!" he muttered, pushing himself on hard. By the time he reached the rope swing, he had just about managed to keep pace with Benjamin, while both had closed the gap between themselves and second place. As Chris jumped for the rope, it slipped through his hands and before he knew what was happening, he was splashing face first into the cold, muddy water. He jumped up, coughing and spluttering as he wiped the muddy water from his face. The only comfort he found was that Brandon had managed to do the same thing.
They both climbed back to the start of it and jumped again. This time, Brandon grabbed the rope and swung across, just making it to the other side as Chris splashed down once again.
Cursing as he popped up again, Chris figured the race was over but pushed through. Much to his surprise, he made it on his third try. Even more shocking was that Benjamin was only just starting on the monkey bars as Chris reached them, now wet and muddy, having seemingly fallen off of them at least once. Halfway across, Chris' hand slipped as he reached for the next rung and he dropped once more. Benjamin dropped too and Chris felt all hope wasn't quite lost until he heard Mr Rudd shout out, "Okay Benjamin, that was your third try, move on!"
"Fuck!" Chris muttered. As he made it across on his second attempt, he was the last boy in the race, the other boys already across the line. He made his way dejectedly over the final obstacle towards his unhappy-looking team.
There was a lot of shouting, cheering, taunting and joking from the other teams as the losing team prepared to face their fate.
"Okay lads, you know the deal. Off with the kit, footwear can stay on for safety, then you run the course TOGETHER! Nobody moves on until you've all passed each obstacle! You lose as a team, you pay up as a team!" Mr Rudd insutructed.
Most of the boys seemed more bothered about being `losers' than about being naked. By this point, they had seen each other in the showers or in their dorms often enough that it wasn't an issue, though stripping outdoors was a new sensation for many of them, especially with a cheering crowd of twenty-four other boys around them.
Mark looked distinctly less comfortable, having only pulled his t-shirt off by the time most of his team was removing their underwear. Figuring it was best to just get it done, he yanked down his shorts and underwear together. As he stood up after pulling the clothing off past his trainers, he felt a lot of eyes on him, with the crowd quietening somewhat. Already looking older than most of his peers with clothes on, naked he seemed to stand out even more. The muscles, the bush, the slight treasure trail, the thick meaty cock. To say the looks he got were covetous was an understatement. More than a few pairs of shorts found themselves bulging even more than they already were from the large strip show.
"A little help!" Chris whined, his arms and head caught up in his wet t-shirt as he tried to pull it off.
Mark chuckled and moved up to him, took hold of the wet garment that clung to Chris' body and peeled it off, dropping it to the ground with a splat.
"Wow!" Chris exclaimed as he got his first up close look at his naked dormmate, having deliberately avoided him at shower times so as not to make him uncomfortable. He blushed, cleared his throat and said, "Sorry, I mean... thanks!" He stared for a moment then leaned down to push his wet shorts and underwear down, but realised all if did was shove his face virtually into Mark's crotch.
"Looks like I was wrong about who's going down," Adrian whispered to Danny with a smirk, getting an angry glare in return.
With Chris the last to strip and now fully naked, the boys didn't wait for instruction to start the race and quickly looks off, dicks flopping around wildly as they dashed along. The forfeit was fairly humiliating, but could have been a lot worse. The spectating boys followed along the side of the course, teasing a little but mostly cheering them all on, particularly when any of the boys struggled with an obstacle. It was a pleasant mix of antagonism and support they offered up.
As they got round to the rope swing, all eight managed to make it across, most of them happily playing the role of naked Tarzan, yelling out as they swung, much to the amusement of the crowd and each other.
Chris was one of the last to start on the monkey bars, pausing to catch his breath. The others had made it across as he got to the halfway point and let out a moan, his arms too tired to take him on any further. With a groan, he dropped feet first into the water. They slipped out from beneath him and he went under completely.
"Come on guys," Mark said, seeing their teammate in the muddy water. He let out a yell and jumped back, splashing down beside Chris.
With the spectators cheering and laughing, the rest of the team jumped in too. In absolute hysterics as they splashed about in the cold water, Mr Rudd called out, "Okay, enough, finish the course! One obstacle to go!"
The boys climbed out of the water together and rushed the over-unders, crossing the finish line as a wet, cold and muddy but high-spirited group.
"Nicely done, lads," the teacher laughed, starting to clap. The rest of the boys joined in as the naked eight took a bow.
"Well, that's a good place to leave it," Mr Rudd called out. "Now, get back in and just so you know, EVERYONE showers after my PE lessons. No excuses, no `I'll do it later', ALL of you!"
"But... but... but..." a couple of the boys began to argue.
"NO EXCUSES!" the man bellowed as they started to head back to the Sports Complex. "I'm not having ANY smelly boys stinking up the classrooms for the rest of the day. EVERYONE showers!"
"You gonna be okay?" Danny asked quietly, sidling up to Nicky as they walked along. Since their first attempt at using a communal shower room earlier in the week, Nicky had managed to do it every day since, though he had always chosen quieter times to do it. Showering with the whole year around was distinctly NOT a quiet time.
"I might die, so... no, not really!" Nicky grumbled melodramatically. He huffed and shook his head. "I don't really have a choice which... kinda makes it easier, I guess! Y'know... I've GOT to do it, so it's sort of out of my control!"
"Oh, and you love having things out of your control," Danny sniggered.
"Shut up," Nicky said, shaking his head. "Any chance you'll do anything that's all, like... embarrassing and very `Danny' to distract everyone?"
"Very Danny?" Danny asked, scowling.
"You know, embarrassing, humiliating, horrifying... basically anything you usually do in public!" Nicky teased.
"Sod you. Cause your own distraction!" Danny grumbled.
"Hey Sir," Harley called out as they neared the locker room, loud enough for the whole group to hear. "If you insist EVERYONE showers, that includes you, right?"
The collective intake of breath from the boys was audible as everyone stared round at the teacher. Mr Rudd looked at the boy for a moment, knowing this could be an integral moment in his relationship with the class. "Yep," he said casually, not even batting an eyelid. The response caused even more shock than the initial question had.
As they got into the locker room, the eight already-naked boys simply tossed their piles of clothes down near their lockers as they grabbed out their towels, the rest of the boys stripping off quickly.
Danny remained at Nicky's side as he stripped. Nicky seemed to be managing it, but looked somewhat anxious, putting his towel around his waist to remove his underwear unlike the rest of the boys who casually and shamelessly stripped off.
"Fuck, you wanted a distraction," Danny muttered to Nicky as he looked over and saw Mr Rudd was making good on his comment. "How's that for a fucking distraction for you?"
Nicky and Danny weren't the only boys staring. As the man peeled his t-shirt off, his muscles actually looked like they grew, every line and bulge looking even more prominent. His chest was covered in a fine layer of neatly trimmed hair, his left nipple pierced with a small bar. The sleeve tattoo carried up on onto his shoulder and down onto his right pectoral, while he sported several other tattoos dotted around his chest, stomach, back and other arm.
"Holy fuckballs," Josh muttered as he stood frozen, openly watching the man strip.
Next came his sweatpants, revealing a pair of black 2xist briefs, sporting a colossal bulge. His legs were as muscled as his upper body, also sporting a layer of dark hair and several more tattoos.
David looked round erratically until another of the boys asked, "What are you doing?"
"Looking for the cameras. This is porn, right?" David asked, getting a laugh from the boys around him.
As Mr Rudd, either unaware or unbothered by the stares, pulled off his trainers and socks and stepped out of the sweatpants, he reached up and grabbed his briefs, then yanked them down. He stood up to show a long, girthy, circumcised cock, a thick ring in its tip, a tidy bush at its base and hefty balls hanging below. "Something wrong with the showers, lads?" he asked, seeing most of the Year 9 crowd openly staring.
The comment seemingly broke the trance and the boys quickly dispersed in every direction, like cockroaches with a light turned on, some going completely the wrong way before having to turn back and rush past the naked man towards the showers.
The shower room was much larger than the ones in the Home Building. It had originally been split into three cubicled sections, each area sporting thirty-four cubicles. The cubicles were long gone, but the shower heads remained where they had been. As Nicky reached the room, accompanied by Danny, they noticed all of the boys had gone into the same section.
"We can go over there if you like," Danny said supportively, gesturing to the empty section at the other end of the large room.
Nicky took a deep breath and shook his head. "No, I... think I have to do this!" he said timidly. He walked in, heading for one of the unoccupied showers and turned it on, with Danny taking the one next to him. To his other side was Harley.
"Looks like you ended up naked anyway!" Harley said with a slight smile.
"Yeah, I guess," Nicky said a little awkwardly as he hung his towel up, though the playful comment actually lightened his mood very slightly.
The smaller boy gave Nicky a quick look up and down, then smiled meekly and said, "Nice to have you with us at last!"
Nicky felt like he should be embarrassed, but there was no malice in the comment. He was surprised anyone outside of the dorm had even really noticed anything amiss previously. He just smiled back and said, "Thanks!"
Meanwhile, Mr Rudd followed into the shower room and also decided to join the section with the Year 9 boys. "I hope you all enjoyed that!" he called out as he stepped under his own shower head, the water cascading down his muscles, darkening the hair. "The obstacle course I mean!" he added, with a slightly knowing smirk.
"Will all your PE lessons involve forfeits?" Aaron asked from a few showers away.
The teacher chuckled. "Not always. Sometimes," he said with a grin, but seemed keen to move the conversation on. "So who's signed up for my Survival Club?" he asked, casually soaping himself up, expertly concealing his amusement at the number of boys suddenly turning to try and hide erections.
A dozen of the boys raised their hands, including Josh.
Mike frowned curiously at Josh. "You're not doing Survival Club!" he muttered, his own hand in the air.
"I am now!" Josh exclaimed, staring at the naked man hungrily.
"Excellent. Good to see plenty of interest!" Mr Rudd said with a snigger as his hands lowered to wash his cock.
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"I'll catch up with you in Computing," David called out to nobody in particular as he left the boys he had been having lunch with. He had eaten quickly in order to get away with more time before fifth period. The fact he was eating less to help his diet only sped things up more.
Hurrying out of the Dining Hall, he headed for the nearest toilets, locked himself in a cubicle and pulled out his laptop. After logging on, he quickly navigated his way through the many layers of security to reach his most secure folder. It took a few moments to ensured he had everything enabled he needed to make sure his actions couldn't be tracked.
As he placed the laptop on the closed toilet, he stepped back and dropped his trousers and underwear, his small dick already hard. Who shall we have today?' he thought to himself, smiling to himself as he leaned down to scroll through the list of names. Adrian! Yesss!" he thought excitedly as he clicked on a video labelled `Adrian Rivera 1'. The video opened and the boy from two dorms away appeared on screen, looking nervous.
David had the video muted, but knew what was being said. He had seen the video before... he had seen ALL the videos before... though he had to keep it muted now to avoid discovery. The video was part of a collection Mike had built back during Year 8, part of his business which allowed boys from the school to see explicit videos of each other in exchange for providing videos of their own.
The business had been discovered, or rather, revealed, by Mark's ex-boyfriend Gregory in an attempt to get Mike into trouble. Thankfully, due to an anonymous warning about what was coming, steps were taken to delete any trace of the videos or the business, thanks to Nicky's forethought and David's technical expertise. The one part known to nobody else knew, not even Nicky, was that David had managed to retain a copy of everything, hidden away in some super-secret, super-secure part of the school's server that even their own IT staff would never find.
Throughout his time working with Mike, and in the time since the business folded, David had often perused the collection for his own enjoyment. It was only in the last week that his `enjoyment' had progressed to a new level, when he found himself released from chastity and FINALLY able to masturbate. Having jerked off at least four times a day since, almost every one of them had been done while watching another student's video.
On screen, Adrian had stripped, standing there naked for the recording as Mike scanned every inch of him, taking a video tour of his exposed body. David was always amused to see which boys were hard at that point, aroused by their own exposure or the anticipation of what was to come, and which boys remained flaccid, their nerves or a lack of stimulation keeping them from getting hard. Adrian was most certainly the former. Though he looked nervous, his cock was rigid as it poked out proudly from its patch of black pubes.
David reached down to grab his own dick as he watched Adrian start to touch himself. As much as David enjoyed seeing the bigger cock on the other boy rather than his own meagre tool, he couldn't help but admire his own lack of hair. He appreciated the smooth look much more than what he saw on screen. Preferences aside, the hair didn't stop David enjoying the show as Adrian stood masturbating.
As the boy on screen reached up with his free hand to tease a pert nipple, David's hand slipped up under his school shirt to find his own nipple, though it remained flat. He still gave it a gentle pinch, mewing quietly at the pleasurable sensation. Despite cumming a few hours earlier before school started, the sight of the naked boys on the obstacle course as well as in the shower after had built his excitement back up quickly and he could already feel himself getting ready to blow his second load of the day.
Reaching forward, he skipped the video ahead a few minutes then stood back up, stroking slowly as he watched Adrian, seeing all the tell-tale signs of an imminent orgasm. David had to slow his hand a little, determined to cum at the same time as Adrian. Having misjudged the timing a little, his hand was barely even moving as he lingered on the edge, waiting to see the other boy shoot. Finally, his face contorting with pleasure, Adrian began to cum.
David gave his cock three quick strokes, then raised his hand to cover his mouth, muffling the pleasured gasps as he shot a small load onto the floor. He continued stroking as long as he could, trying to prolong the pleasure but it soon just got too sensitive and he had to stop, keeping his hand over his mouth to silence his deep breaths as his chest heaved.
He stood watching the final few moments of the video, then reached down to close the laptop. Quickly cleaning up his mess and re-dressing, he left the cubicle and went to the sinks to wash his hands, stopping for a moment to straighten out his hair. His new style could easily be adjusted to let his hair hang down over half of his face, as he had done when he was trying to be moody, but being back to his more cheerful self he kept it swept aside.
As he left the bathroom and headed out of the Home Building, most of the other students were heading over to the School Building while a few headed the opposite way to the Sports Complex. Spotting a few of his dormmates, he ran to catch up with them, joining in their conversation as they headed for fifth period.
Computing was one of David's favourite classes, but mostly because it meant he got to show off his knowledge even more than he did in other lessons. Mr Uxbridge was so confident in the boy's knowledge and skills that he often used him as a sort of Teaching Assistant, allowing him to go around and help others who were struggling, having usually taken in any new teachings quickly, on the rare occasion it was something he didn't already know.
Taking a seat beside Nicky about halfway through the lesson, he asked, "You getting on okay here?"
"Well I got bored of the actual lesson and decided to start downloading sheet music for songs I want to try in Music Club... so... yes, I think!" Nicky explained with a smirk.
"Calling my favourite class boring? That's just rude!" David said disapprovingly.
Nicky tutted and rolled his eyes as he asked, "You're not gonna snitch on me, are you?"
"Nah, this lesson actually IS boring!" David sniggered.
"Hey, what did you think of PE this morning?" Nicky asked, closing his browser now he had something better to do. "Pretty interesting!"
"That was fun. I want more exercise and the obstacle course is a good workout!" David explained.
"Sure, the exercise, cos THAT'S the obviously the interesting part!" Nicky said sarcastically.
David smirked, always appreciative of Nicky's humour. "Yeah, good point. The forfeit was funny and Mr Rudd showering with us was... yeah, interesting is a good word for it!"
"I thought half the guys were gonna just knock one out right there in the shower!" Nicky said quietly, shaking his head.
"Ha, yeah," David agreed. "I noticed you were actually IN the showers... that's..." he paused and smirked again, "Interesting!"
Nicky smiled and shook his head at the choice of words. It was not really a surprise that David had picked up on the change. While many in the dorm had experienced moments of body-consciousness, David and Nicky had certainly experienced it the most, even discussing it together on the odd occasion. "Yeah, I... umm... it's part of the stuff I'm working on!" he explained.
"The stuff from your... brother," David said, halfway between comment and question, mostly testing the waters for broaching the subject. As he got a nod from Nicky he said, "Yeah, that was a bit of a surprise to hear about, but I'm glad you told us."
"Yeah, me too," Nicky agreed. "It's... helping to be able to talk about him."
"Well, you can!" David insisted. "Any time!"
Nicky gave an appreciative smile and nodded. "I will. Just... maybe not right now!" he added, looking around.
"Yeah," David giggled his understanding.
"Well how about YOU with the skinniness and the new look and everything? Bit young for a mid-life crisis aren't you? Or are you finally on the pull? I believe Mr Rudd might be available!" Nicky teased.
"Eww," David exclaimed. "Too hairy, too muscley and WAAAAAAY too old!" he said, screwing his face up in disgust. "And no, not on the pull, just... trying to be the me that I'm happy with!"
"That's so cool," Nicky said sincerely. "So you're working out then? You thought about joining Danny at the gym?"
David shook his head. "Nah, I wanna lose weight, not get all... muscley!"
Nicky chuckled and shook his head, "You can do that at the gym. It's not all about weightlifting ya know. We do a lot of gym stuff for diving and you see ANY muscle on me?"
"I saw one big muscle in the showers earlier," David said, giving a playful wink.
Nicky snorted with laughter, prompting half of the class to stare round at him as he forced a straight face and tried to look like he was working. Once everyone had stopped looking, he slapped David's arm and got a snigger in response. "You're such a dick!" he complained. "But seriously, consider asking Danny. Working out alone is SO dull."
"Thanks," David said happily.
"You boys working hard?" Mr Uxbridge suddenly asked as he approached from behind.
"Yes!" Nicky declared. "I was just putting the... filangee in the... doodad!" he said, clearly floundering.
"Smooth," David said, rolling his eyes as they both got a disapproving look from the teacher.
----*
"I'm missing football practice for this!" Mike complained. "It better be fucking good, whatever it is!"
David shrugged as he walked along beside him. "Yeah, I'm missing Astronomy Club, but Evan wouldn't ask me to meet him for nothing, so there's gotta be something big going on!" he reasoned.
"Hey, wait up!" Danny suddenly called out as he appeared from the exit of the Sports Complex. Josh was right behind him, the two boys hurrying along to join Mike and David. "Any chance you guys are heading to the back of the building?" he asked curiously.
"Huh, you guys too?" Mike said, frowning curiously.
"Yeah," Josh nodded. "Text from Dick just saying meet him back there at 7.30."
"Dick," Mike sniggered.
"Every time," Josh said, rolling his eyes and trying not to laugh at his mentor's nickname too.
The four boys continued down the side of the building and heard the growing sound of talking as they got nearer. As they rounded the corner, they found Chris, Mark, Rob and Nicky were already there, along with all eight of their mentors.
"Ah, there they are!" Joseph called out, prompting everyone to look round at the four approaching boys.
"What's going on and why do I already hate it?" Mike asked gruffly.
"Chill mate," Mike's mentor, Andy, said as he casually put an arm around the shorter boy. "This is gonna be fun!"
"For you or for us?" Mike asked, scowling.
"Hopefully both!" Joseph answered. "Follow us, fellas!" he said as he started off along the path.
The younger eight fired repeated questions at their mentors as they walked, determined to figure out what was happening, though they got no actual answers in return. The only one of the group who didn't seem confused was Rob. Almost a year earlier, he had experienced almost the same thing when he had been named captain of the rugby team. He had received a cryptic invitation to meet the other captains before being taken off into the woods for their bizarre but exciting initiation ritual.
"Wait, where are we going?" Chris asked as they left the last of the Sports Complex's facilities and marched across the grassed area around it. "Like, are we going into the woods?" he asked, looking more than a little alarmed.
"You see anything else that way?" Mike asked sarcastically with a smirk.
Chris began to hang back a little, soon falling away from the rest of the group.
Mark, who had stayed pretty close to him all week immediately moved back and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I... I can't... I... I..." Chris stuttered, beginning to pant nervously as he shook his head.
"I... don't... I don't know..." Mark stuttered, a little scared about the sudden change in the other boy and unsure how to handle it.
"D... Danny..." Chris stuttered as he dropped to the ground, wrapping his arms around his legs as he pulled his knees up to his chest.
Mark hesitated for a moment, then looked round and dashed ahead to grab Danny who was mid-sentence and said urgently, "Danny!"
"What?" Danny snapped gruffly.
Mark was a little shocked by the tone, taking a step back for a moment before he said softly, "Chris needs you!" He gestured back where he had just run from.
Danny looked past him, back to where Chris was sat down, rocking gently.
"Hey, is he..." one of the mentors asked, seeing the commotion.
"Just give us some space," Danny said to the group before rushing back to Chris. "Hey, it's okay, I'm here!" he said softly as he knelt down beside his best friend.
Chris leaned to the side and threw his arms around Danny, whimpering and panting in obvious panic.
"Come on, just breathe," Danny urged him softly. "Deep breath," he said, inhaling deeply and waiting a moment for Chris to do the same. "And out again," he said, exhaling together with him. "And in, that's it," he said quietly, continuing for a few more breaths.
Finally able to breathe properly, Chris released his grip and sat back, looking slightly more composed but still distressed.
Danny looked back at the concerned gathering of dormmates and mentors, then to what was looming behind them before looking back to Chris. "Don't want to go into the woods, huh?" he asked. He had felt a hint of the same fear himself, but had been pushed through it, the feeling seemingly nowhere near as strong as it was for Chris.
"I couldn't," Chris said weakly. "I mean... I can't!" He sniffed back tears and said, "It's because... because..."
"I know why!" Danny assured him, stroking his arm gently. "Believe me, I know!" He leaned in and put his arms around Chris, holding him tightly.
The previous year, the two boys had been playing in the woods when the ground gave way beneath them and they fell into some kind of underground room. Chris had only been mildly hurt, but during the fall Danny had injured his spine, to the point of paralysis. Lost and trapped for hours and with Danny mostly unconscious, Chris had sat alone in the dark with no way out and nothing to do except wait for either a rescue he didn't know was coming, or his best friend to pass away beside him.
While Danny had literal scars from the accident, Chris had just as many though his were mostly mental, as proven by the sudden breakdown as he sat clinging tightly to his best friend.
"They're gonna think I'm so stupid," Chris sniffed as he cried gently against Danny's shoulder.
"You know they won't," Danny assured him. "But it's okay. Leave it to me!" He pulled away and Chris stared at him for a moment, before he walked back towards the group.
As he approached the group, Joseph and Brian both broke away from the rest. "Is he okay?" Brian asked, glancing over Danny's shoulder at the boy he mentored.
"He's really not," Danny said, shaking his head. "Whatever this is," he said, gesturing to the woods, "Any chance we can we do it somewhere else?"
Brian and Joseph looked at each other, communicating without words for a moment before Joseph said, "No, not really. It's... complicated!"
"Well I can tell you for certain, nothing's convincing Chris to set foot in those woods tonight!" Danny insisted. "So... I think we need to either postpone it or figure something else out!"
Joseph nodded his understanding. Taking a deep breath, he said, "Okay, we'll call it a night. You want us to talk to Chris?"
Danny shook his head, glancing round at the sniffling boy for a second before he said, "I think this is a me and Chris thing! You take care of that lot and give us some space!" He nodded towards the lingering group.
"Okay," Joseph said again. He reached forward to give the boy a quick hug then turned back to return to the others.
"Message me later, okay?" Brian requested, giving his boyfriend a quick peck on the cheek before following Joseph.
Danny stood for a moment and watched the older boys head to the group and say something before the group started moving, heading off to the side before turning back to the Sports Complex to avoid passing directly by Chris.
Chris looked up as he heard Danny approach. "Were they pissed?" he asked, sniffing as he wiped his cheek.
"Of course not, just concerned," Danny said as he sat back down beside Chris, placing an arm around him.
Chris tilted his head to the side, resting it on Danny's shoulder as they stared ahead at the woods. Neither of them moved or spoke for a couple of minutes, the rest of the boys now long gone, leaving an eerie quiet, broken only by the occasional shout from the boys at football club on one of the distant pitches.
"Guessing you've... not been back into the woods since, then?" Danny asked, already knowing the answer.
"No. Have you?" Chris answered, shuddering slightly.
"Been down to the lake once or twice," Danny explained, knowing the well-worn path cut through the school's woodlands, but that's as much as I've dared.
Chris sniffed again and wiped another tear from his cheek. "It's so stupid," he said, shaking his head. "I know it's safe. Like, where it happened was just one spot in the whole of the woods and they did this whole safety survey after the accident and I know it's not gonna happen again, it's just..." He couldn't finish, the feelings defying the logical explanation.
"I know," Danny nodded, tightening his grip around Chris for a second. "I don't even remember most of it," he explained wistfully. "It's just... bits of the stuff we talked about when we were in there and, like, a really... vague memory of seeing trees when they'd got me out, but most of it's just... a blur."
Chris sniffled, his tears getting heavier for a moment before he took a deep shaky breath and said, "I remember it. Every single second of it. Falling and... landing and... realising how badly you were hurt... and... and... trying to find a way out and then... the waiting and the cold and..." He burst into heavy sobs again.
Danny's cheeks were streaked with his own tears as he held his friend. "I'm okay though," Danny whispered. "We both are. And it's because of you. You kept me safe, you kept me alive and you got us out. We're both here because of you!"
Chris sniffed again and said quietly, "I was selfish!"
Danny pulled back a little and looked round at the other boy, frowning. "How?" he asked curiously as he moved round to kneel in front of him.
"When..." Chris started, almost losing his composure completely again before taking a deep breath to stay in control. He tried again, "When you stopped answering... when you... went unconscious and I thought you were gonna die... I... I didn't think `oh god, poor Danny' I just thought about myself," he sniffed, shaking his head, "I just thought about how I could live with you not there? How I couldn't even imagine a day without you!"
"No," Danny insisted, shaking his head as his brow furrowed. "That's not selfish, not at all. If it was the other way round, I probably would've thought the same thing!"
"Really?" Chris asked, visibly relieved to hear it.
"Totally!" Danny insisted. "But I actually AM selfish, so maybe that's not the BEST comparison!" he said, giving a cheeky grin.
Chris laughed and sniffed once more. He stared at his best friend for a few moments then asked, "So what do we do? Or rather, what do I do? How do I... how do I fix this?"
"I'm totally gonna sound like my therapist here but... you've already taken the first step just by talking about it!" Danny chuckled.
"Ugh, do they really say shit like that?" Chris scowled. "I guess Dr Arkwright said that sort of thing when I spoke to him after the accident."
"Talking to someone else is probably a good idea next," Danny suggested. "Maybe the doc!"
"Yeah," Chris nodded. His mind went straight to Mr Beecham. He had promised to be there for him and it was a lot less formal than going to the school's doctor. "Huh," Chris suddenly said, looking thoughtful.
"Whassup?" Danny asked curiously.
"Just... made me think about David," Chris explained.
"Because... the woods also just... got a new haircut?" Danny asked, shrugging as he struggled to make the connection.
Chris rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No, I was just thinking... this is probably how David feels when his agoraphobia kicks in!"
"Oh, yeah," Danny said with a nod. "I never really... thought of that!"
"Fuck, if he feels even half of what I do right now, it's a miracle he can even set foot outside the dorm!" Chris exclaimed in genuine admiration. "He's so strong!"
Danny chuckled. "This is why I love you. You're sat here falling apart and you still find a way to care about the people around you!"
"Aww, love you too, mate," Chris said, smiling fondly. He grabbed Danny in another hug and whispered, "Thank you for always looking after me!"
Danny sighed as he held him. He wanted to say something about Mark, how he felt about the two of them spending so much time together, but it felt like it might ruin the moment. Figuring that just knowing he was still needed by his best friend was enough for now, he kept it to himself.
"So whadda you reckon we were going in there for anyway?" Chris asked as Danny moved back to sit at his side.
"I'm thinking some kind of sacrifice. Like, maybe they have to sacrifice one boy from each dorm to appease the gods of sex or something?" Chris suggested, sounding worryingly serious.
Danny burst into laughter. "Yeah, to be fair that's not too much of a stretch for Kingswood!" he sniggered.
----*
"Mike!" Josh called out. "Mike Mike Mike!" he repeated waiting for the other boy's attention. "Watch this one!" he said with a grin as Mike looked his way, ignoring the eye roll. Josh took a quick run up, placed a foot on the bench and launched himself into a backflip, though he hadn't given himself quite enough spin and face-planted the ground.
Snorting with laughter, Mike called out, "That was awesome, do it again!"
"I was supposed to land on my feet!" Josh grumbled as he pushed himself up off the ground.
"I know, that's what made it so awesome," Mike sniggered.
"Screw you," Josh pouted, rubbing his arm as he moved over to Mike and sat beside him, giving him a quick punch to the upper arm. "What you doing?" he asked, looking down at the phone that had been keeping Mike so distracted since.
"Just... reading stuff," Mike said vaguely.
Josh leaned in closer, frowned at the phone and asked, "What putsed?"
"First, read over my shoulder again and I'll break your nose. And second, it's not putsed, it's a... whadda you call it, they're like initials or whatever. It's PTSD."
Josh rolled his eyes and said, "Whatever. Well what's PSTD then?"
Mike frowned at him, unsure if he was just teasing now or if it was another genuine mistake. "It stands for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder." As Josh stared at him blankly he explained, "I think it's what's wrong with Chris!"
"Damn, that sounds serious," Josh said nervously.
Mike shrugged. "Might be, might not be. Whatever!" he said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Josh smirked. "You can't go pretending not to give a fuck when you've sat here looking stuff up about him!" he scoffed.
Mike scowled angrily. "Just cos I hate him doesn't mean I don't..." he paused, almost saying something he wasn't sure if he meant... or didn't mean! "...care about him!" he finished.
"You're really confusing sometimes," Josh said, his brow furrowing. "Hey, can google tell us what's wrong with YOU?" he laughed.
Mike stared down sadly at his phone for a moment before he punched Josh in the arm and said, "The only thing wrong with me right now is being stuck here with you!"
"Ooh, them's fighting words!" Josh said, eye flashing mischievously. "You wanna go?" he asked, elbowing Mike sharply.
"Get off," Mike frowned, slapping Josh's arm away. "And... no. I'm not in the mood for it."
"What ARE you in the mood for, then?" Josh asked.
"Nothing YOU can help with," Mike said, his tone making it clear that comment wasn't derisive, just very specific to Josh.
"Oh, you mean sex," Josh said, pouting slightly. "We can... wank together if you like. I can do that much," Josh explained.
"Bet you'd do more than that with Mr Rudd!" Mike sniggered.
"No!" Josh snapped immediately, turning bright red.
"Oh come on. He stripped off and you virtually busted a nut on the spot!" Mike teased.
"And you didn't?" Josh asked, trying poorly to deflect.
Mike shrugged. "Nah, it was hot as hell seeing a teacher just... get naked like that, but Mr Rudd himself... he doesn't do it for me!"
"Yeah, I guess skinny kids with big dicks are more your thing, right?" Josh teased back.
Mike huffed at the obvious implication of Nicky. He really couldn't deny that he enjoyed the way Nicky looked. The fact he was also his best friend was what made them being together so much better. He couldn't allow himself to keep thinking of him that way though... despite how much he was craving riding his big, thick cock. "Hey, did you see Mark naked? Woof!"
"Yeah, I know, right!" Josh exclaimed, eyes widening. "With clothes on he looks like a year eleven, but naked, more like a thirteen!"
"Totally," Mike agreed. "I'm glad he doesn't seem to be as much of a cunt as I thought he was!"
"Yeah, you're already wanking over two guys you hate. You don't need a third!" Josh smirked. It earned him two punches.
----*
After returning to the dorm, Chris had climbed into bed and pulled the covers over his head, hoping the gesture would make it clear to the others he wanted to be left alone for now. Danny had stayed for a few minutes to make sure he was okay before heading upstairs to report in to Brian and Joseph.
As Chris felt movement on his bunk, he let out a gentle sigh, hoping that whoever it was would take the hint and leave.
"Chris," he heard Nicky say softly.
Chris remained motionless.
"Look, I... I get that you don't want to talk to me and I understand that, so I'm not gonna try to make you. I just... wanted to say I hope you're okay and that if you ever STOP not wanting to talk to me, you CAN... erm, talk to me, I mean." Nicky mumbled quietly. "Ugh, that didn't make any sense," he groaned. "What I'm trying to say is... you can talk to me, when you want to... if you need to. That's all I guess."
Chris felt movement again as Nicky stood back up. He threw the covers back and looked at his ex who stared back in response to the sudden movement. "Just... gimme some time, okay?" he requested quietly.
Nicky nodded and gave a meek smile before turning away.
Chris pulled the covers back over his head and curled up.
A few minutes later, he felt the movement of someone sitting beside him again. He huffed and said, "When I said give it time, I meant more than..." He stopped mid-sentence as he threw back the covers again and realised it wasn't Nicky. "Mark, hi!" he exclaimed as he saw the new boy sitting there looking at him a little awkwardly.
"I... I'm sorry, I... I didn't want to disturb you," he said quietly, "It's just... I wanted to check you're okay."
Chris gave a slight smile and nodded. "I will be," he insisted, not overly convincingly. "Are you okay? I probably freaked you out a bit, didn't I?"
"S'okay," Mark shrugged. "I'm just glad Danny could help," he said, then frowned a little as he said, "I don't think Danny likes me very much!"
"Nah, it's fine," Chris insisted. "Danny likes everyone! He's just getting used to you."
"Maybe," Mark said, sounding quite unsure. "Anyway, I just wanted to say I hope you're okay."
"Thanks," Chris said, reaching out to hold the other boy's hand. He immediately pulled it back and said, "Sorry, I... touch a lot. Don't wanna freak you out again!"
"It's nice. I mean, it feels weird after... how my life was before, but... it's nice," Mark said, smiling sweetly.
"Good, maybe I'll do it more then!" Chris said cheerfully, smiling as he sat up.
Mark smiled for a moment, but it dropped as he said, "The others... kinda filled me in about... what's wrong." As Chris stared back at him for a moment he added, "I knew about Danny's accident. I just... didn't know you were with him at the time!"
"Yeah," Chris nodded. "Yeah, it was... not fun!" he said, trying to downplay the trauma.
"Sorry, I'm not trying to make you talk about it, I just... wanted to let you know that I know!" Mark explained.
"Thanks," Chris replied, then reached out and touched his hand again, getting a smile which he eagerly returned.
A little later, shortly before lights-out, the rest of the boys returned to the dorm and things returned to what had quickly become their normal routine. Mr Trent had said good night, the lights had gone out, a few minutes to chatter followed by `wank time'.
David had been quite overjoyed to finally be able to start joining in wank time, having received a little light-hearted teasing about it. Mark had gotten more comfortable with doing it, though he was still a long way from having the boldness many of the other boys did to be vocal about their enjoyment and not be hidden away under the covers.
As Chris lay listening to the fapping all around him, the darkness brought a slight reminiscence of the accident, of sitting alone in the dark. He reached his hand out to the side and found Danny's, holding it tightly for a moment.
Danny released his dick and shuffled to the side. "You good?" he whispered as he wrapped himself around is best friend.
Chris let out a gentle sigh and said, "I am now!"
Danny gave a quiet, momentary giggle then whispered, "Wanna do each other?"
Chris answered with his actions rather than his words, reaching down to take hold of Danny's dick. Hearing a gentle gasp in response to his touch, Chris let out a slight grunt of his own as he felt Danny take hold of him in return.
Both boys got to work stroking each other's cocks, eager to give each other the joy of an orgasm but in no real rush to do so. Even as they lay there hearing the usual sounds they recognised as each of their dormmates climaxing, they continued to leisurely play with each other, holding on tightly as their bodies pressed together. The mix of erotic touching and affectionate contact was both exciting and relaxing at the same time.
Even as official `wank time' ended and quiet chatter returned to the dorm, they remained in comfortable silence with each other, each ready to blow when the mood struck them but happy to prolong their intimacy.
The post-orgasmic conversation around the rest of the dorm quickly died down as the others gradually began dropping off to sleep. Chris signalled the conclusion of their stroking by speeding up his hand on Danny's throbbing tool, prompting Danny to match his pace. The quicker strokes soon pushed them both over the edge and with their bodies pressed together, they pumped out a shared load that pooled between them.
Scooping some up with his hand, Danny raised it and began to lick, sniggering a little as Chris' mouth approached from the other side and started licking too. Danny repeated it until most of the spunk was cleaned up, leaving just a slight residual stickiness between them.
"You're so disgusting," Chris giggled as Danny licked the remnants from his hand.
"Takes one to know one," Danny sniggered back before they cuddled together again and drifted to sleep.
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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