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The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 12
Sunday 15 November 2020
When the boys had finalised their extracurriculars for the year, they had all eagerly compared when they were free and who else was available. In many ways, it was a defining factor in determining who each of the boys spent their time with. For Nicky, he had one of the rare instances of being the only one with no plans in one of the weekly activity slots and, best of all, it was first thing on a Sunday, meaning a perfect opportunity for an uninterrupted lie-in.
Sure, he missed the Saturday morning lie-ins he got back in Year 7 with Chris, which had primarily consisted of cuddles and mutual masturbation, but just peaceful, uninterrupted sleep time was something he had come to truly look forward to.
This particular morning, however, was somewhat less peaceful. Nicky had woken briefly as the others all hurried off down for breakfast before their morning activities, but soon curled back up and drifted off into blissful sleep, though it didn't last long before he heard a playful, "Nicky!" from the next bunk over.
The semi-sleeping boy let out a low warning growl, too out of it to register who it was but awake enough to not care.
"Nicky, I brought you some breakfast," the voice said seductively.
"Not hungry!" Nicky growled, refusing to open his eyes. He finally recognised the voice as Mikey.
"You might be if you take a look!" Mikey said, the smile on his face obvious without even looking.
Nicky let out another growl and blearily opened his eyes, sitting up a little to glance over to the boy in the next bunk. As Mikey came into focus, he let out an altogether-different sound. Mikey was laying on his bunk, fully naked, with various breakfast items dotted across his body.
"I hope you're hungry!" Mikey said, smiling but very visibly nervous of the move, looking to Nicky in hope of getting his approval.
"Fucking starving!" Nicky said, his annoyance at being woken completely washed away by both his amusement and arousal.
Mikey breathed an audible sigh of relief, then grinned again as he said, "When you finish yours, I could have mine," holding up a pot of yogurt, "But I totally forgot to bring a spoon!"
Nicky raised a hand to gently stroke his own chest as he said, "I guess I could... help you out with that!" He got a playful giggle back. As he looked up and down Mikey's body, he nodded and said, "I'll start with the fruit and finish with the sausage!"
"But I didn't bring any... oh!" Mikey exclaimed, catching on, his dick twitching a little.
Nicky got to work quickly, eating without the use of his hands at Mikey's request. Aside from being fun and genuinely arousing, he couldn't help noticing that all the things Mikey had brought were things Nicky liked. It was such a sweet touch for Mikey to show how much attention he paid to Nicky's preferences.
"Well the food's all gone and it was great," Nicky said, nodding seriously. "But the sign of a really good meal is licking the plate clean!"
Mikey burst into fits of giggles as Nicky's tongue started lapping at his body, licking up crumbs and remnants of fruit juices. As much as Mikey squirmed, he didn't actually try to move away and just laughed his way through the thorough tongue bath he got. Nicky finished at the top of his chest and as he lifted his head, found himself staring the other boy in the eye. They looked into each other for several moments before Nicky finally smirked and said, "Best breakfast ever!" He leaned in and kissed Mikey passionately, continuing for several minutes before they eventually parted.
Yanking off Nicky's t-shirt, Mikey jumped up and tossed Nicky down onto the bed, straddling him as he shuffled his shorts down, so that bare butt met rigid exposed dick. Reaching out for the pot of yogurt, he playfully dabbed a little onto each of Nicky's nipples, getting a shudder from him before offering his fingers which Nicky sucked clean.
Mikey bit his lip for a moment as he stared at Nicky, then leaned down to lick one nipple then the other. He dipped his fingers in the pot again and this time ran a line of it from the centre of Nicky's chest to his smooth stomach. Once again, his finger was sucked clean by Nicky before he leaned down to lick up the mess.
For a third time, Mikey dipped his fingers in, but this time drew out a random shape on one side of Nicky's chest, then another further down, and another and another. At first Nicky thought he was just playing, making as much mess as he could but as Mikey finally stopped, looking at him once again with the same look of nervous anticipation he had shown earlier, Nicky glanced down at his body.
In yogurt, upside-down so Nicky could read it himself, Mikey had written, `I love you!' Nicky felt his breath catch in his throat. He wasn't sure if it was spontaneous or if this had been Mikey's plan all along, but it just felt like such a sweet, beautiful moment. Nicky looked up at Mikey, who looked so nervous he could have thrown up, then smiled sincerely.
"I love you too!" Nicky whispered as he raised a hand to Mikey's cheek, stroking it delicately.
Mikey's eyes closed as he smiled and nuzzled his cheek against the hand, then felt the other one come up, grabbing his face between them. He felt himself being pulled down, into a very welcome kiss, but shot his eyes open as he realised what was about to happen. The yogurt sandwiched between their bodies with an amusing squelch and a joint, playful giggle. They kissed, but their laughter cut it short, especially as Mikey slide side to side, emphasising the strange, slippery sensation.
"Well if we're getting messy," Mikey said with a devilish grin as he sat up, grabbing the pot. He scooped up a handful as he shuffled back down Nicky's body. "Then let's get properly messy!" he finished, grabbing Nicky's cock with his yogurt-filled hand.
"Ah that's cold!" Nicky yelped, suddenly propping himself up on both elbows, though by the time he was able to stare down at the fruit-flavoured fondling, the yogurt had warmed a little and the sensation had become substantially more pleasurable.
"Wow, that's really slippery," Mikey said as his hand slid up and down the dairy-dick. His eyes widened at the same time as Nicky's as they stared at each other. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"This'll never make it into the yogurt adverts?" Nicky suggested sarcastically. It was met with a flick of yogurt to the face. He retrieved the glob from his cheek and licked it off of his finger, then declared, "But yes, I am. Hop on!"
Mikey was giggling away as he grabbed more yogurt, reaching awkwardly to his own but and slathered it on, then lowered himself onto Nicky's creamy cock. "Ugh, this feels... so freaking weird!" he declared.
"Nnngh," Nicky grunted, flopping back down onto the bed. It really did feel strange, but also intensely pleasurable, a sensation that was both old and new all at once. He lay with his eyes closed for a couple of minutes as Mikey bounced happily on his big yogurty dick, but eventually managed to compose himself enough to reach out and scoop up the last remains of the yogurt to apply to Mikey's dick, messily lubing it up as he wanked Mikey's milky manhood.
The two moaned in joint ecstasy as Mikey bounced up and down, Nicky simply holding his hand in place and allowing Mikey's movements to make him fuck the slick hand.
"Hurry up," Nicky urged him. "We need to finish before we get too... sticky!"
Mikey sniggered and shook his head. "Don't make me laugh!" he scolded the other boy who laughed back at him.
Mikey sped up as instructed and soon enough, he was pumping his load onto Nicky's stomach. As he heard Nicky's pleasured moans indicating his own release was imminent, he jumped off and gave the large dick a few more strokes and soon enough a second load was smeared across his sticky torso.
They sat staring at each other, grinning as they eventually caught their breath. Nicky sat up and pulled Mikey into another kiss. As they parted slightly, Nicky whispered, "We REALLY need a shower!" They both burst into giggles again.
"Great job out there today, lads," Mr Hargreaves called out to the six rugby captains before heading in to the Sports Complex, getting a bunch of happy shouts back in response.
"He's right lads, nice work," Travis nodded, then frowned a little and added, "Well, mostly! Kai, you've GOT to get Aiden working on his stamina. Liam, whatever's going on between Adam and Jacob, they need to either get a room or move the fuck on, but either way, get it sorted. And Rob, you need to seriously get your head in the game. Whatever you've got going on, deal with it or at least learn to leave it off the pitch, okay!"
Kai, Liam and Rob all nodded at the eldest captain before the group split to get showered for lunch. Rob traipsed along behind, lost in thought. As they neared the building he called out, "Hey, Isaac. You... got a minute?"
"Sure bud," Isaac replied, waving off the others as he stopped to talk to the youngest captain. "What's up?" he asked, though his expression suggested he already knew.
"How... erm... how are things with Alex?" Rob asked shakily.
A week before, Rob had done something that he had known at the time was a betrayal of his boyfriend's trust, but something he felt was necessary. Throughout his first couple of years at the school, Alex had been mentored by Ryan Williams, older brother to Rob's best friend, Josh. Though it had not been obvious at the time, Ryan, and his older sibling Mark, who was in the year above, were both very disturbed individuals. Driven by the tragic loss of their father that they entirely blamed Josh for, they had become cruel and manipulative, with a particular penchant for making Josh suffer.
Alex had, in many ways, been almost as much a victim of the two elder Williams siblings. Even before Josh came to the school, the two had warped, twisted and moulded Alex into a spiteful, angry boy who had been nothing short of awful to everyone around him. They had poisoned his perception of Josh before even meeting him then used Alex as a tool to help make Josh's life miserable. It had only been when Alex began to see that Josh wasn't a bad person, and that it was the two older boys who were the bad ones that he had begun to see how he had been used.
Although Alex had eventually come to realise the awful influence Ryan was, by then the harm was done and his classmates had built an opinion of him that was proving hard to change. The fact that his actions had (as far as they knew) nearly pushed Josh to end his own life had compounded their hatred of him and ever since Ryan was expelled from the school, the boys in his Year had made their hatred of Alex more overtly known.
Rob had been working under the impression Alex had explained everything, about how he was influenced and manipulated, almost brainwashed but that turned out not to be the case. Alex was holding it back from them. Rob didn't know why, but after learning the abuse Alex was suffering, he knew he had to intervene, revealing Alex's secrets to save his own refusal to act. At least that was what Rob told himself. Rob wasn't sure whether he was avoiding Alex or if it was the other way round but a week had passed and the two had not spoken.
Isaac nodded thoughtfully. "He's... okay... I think."
"Good... good..." Rob said, nodding in response.
"Take it you've not seen him then?" Isaac asked.
Rob shook his head, visibly fighting back tears.
Isaac reached out and gave the boy a momentary hug. "Look, I know Alex... not as well as I thought, it turns out, but still... he'll see you did the right thing eventually."
"You... think I did the right thing?" Rob asked, feeling a weight lifting from his chest. In the last week, he had not spoken about the matter with anyone, feeling increasingly distanced from his friends, so this was his first opportunity to even get anyone else's opinion.
Isaac nodded emphatically. "Totally. And I think it took a lot of nerve to do the right thing, even knowing what it might cost you," he said, letting his hand gently stroke the distressed boy's arm.
Rob sniffed, still holding back tears, but at least now they were slightly happier ones. "I just... wanted to help!" he said meekly. He couldn't help thinking about Danny. He had been developing an increasing dislike of his dormmate and one of the reasons for it was Danny's constant habit of being the helpful do-gooder, yet was what Rob had done really that different from what Danny would have in his situation?
The two captains headed into the locker room, conversation returning to rugby, but with Alex and Danny still both playing on Rob's mind.
Mikey had found himself at a bit of a loose end of lunch. Chris, David and Rob had headed off to Creative Writing, Danny had gone off with Kyle and Adrian to do... whatever it was he did with them, while James and Josh were in the dorm having a tutoring session. James had invited Mikey to stay, insisting it wouldn't hurt Mikey to improve his own grades a little, but Mikey had refused, stating schoolwork was for weekdays!
He considered venturing into the Common Room to try and drum up some business for his black-market unhealthy snack operation, but he had learned by now that interest was scarce so soon after a half-term break and that it was only in the last few weeks before going home that personal supplies ran out and boys started searching for alternate snack sources.
In the end, he had wandered across to the Sports Complex, intending to watch Nicky at Diving practice when it occurred to him that in the year he had known Nicky, he had never actually seen him dive. He snuck into the pool area, although sneaking wasn't really necessary, spectators were allowed but it was more that Mikey didn't want Nicky to spot him. Nicky struggled with self-consciousness and Mikey hated the thought of putting him off by making him feel watched.
As he took a seat quietly, he watched in awe as one of the older students did a spinny twisty mega dive, which was the name Mikey gave it in the absence of any actual knowledge of what the things were called. He let his eyes scan across the pool area, looking for Nicky. A couple of groups were stood near the boards, seemingly waiting their turns while others were dotted round, some just chatting, others working on exercises. He frowned a little, unable to spot Nicky.
After a few minutes of fruitless searching, Nicky moved down to the bottom of the spectator area and called out quietly, "Hey, Will!"
The Year 11 boy turned at the mention of his name and frowned at the sight of Mikey. Things had always been a little frosty between the two. While Nicky had felt the need to make peace with his mentor for the sake of their remaining time together at the school, Mikey had the luxury of holding a grudge and had never really forgiven Will for lying to Nicky and hurting him the way he had.
"Hey Mikey, what you doing here?" Will asked with a polite smile, always working to get the boy to warm to him. "Thinking of joining?"
"Nah, I prefer dry land!" Mikey insisted. "I was looking for Nicky. He around?"
"No, he..." Will went to reply, but hesitated, suddenly unsure if he should say what he was about to. Figuring deception was what had made Mikey dislike him in the first place, he erred on the side of honesty and said, "He quit the team!"
"He... what?" Mikey asked, confused. "What happened?" he asked, looking around.
"Not today!" Will said, shaking his head. "Like...a month ago. He said he needed to focus on other things!"
Mikey was confused and hurt in equal measure. He knew how much Nicky loved diving, so quitting the team was a strange move, but Nicky hadn't mentioned it and had even gone as far as to state it was where he was going that afternoon. Had he... lied?
"You okay?" Will asked, reading Mikey's distress easily.
Mikey pursed his lips, looking thoughtful for a moment before he nodded. "Yeah, erm... thanks. I'll see you around," he said before turning to walk away.
As birthdays went, today had been a pretty fun one so far for Danny. He had been waited on by the others at breakfast and lunch, the absolute centre of attention at Drama Club that morning and then Kyle and Adrian had created a hilarious (and sexy) roleplay scenario that the three of them had not long finished playing out.
Danny still had a lot to look forward to later, with the usual birthday pizza party still the norm with day trips continuing to remain on hold thanks to the pandemic. However, before that he had something a lot less fun he felt he really needed to take care of.
While he had started a birthday tradition on Chris' birthday involving the two of them sneaking out late at night for fun, sex and midnight snacks, Danny felt he was developing his own birthday tradition – sorting out other peoples' messes. He couldn't help thinking back to his twelfth birthday. It had started with him ripping into Mikey for lashing out at Adrian due to jealousy. It was nice in a way as looking back now, he could see Mikey's growth, his fits of rage and anger that had been so prevalent in their first term together now just a long distant memory, while Adrian, who had been little more than a casual acquaintance was now one of Danny's most frequent sexual partners and closest friends outside of the dorm.
However, neither Mikey nor Adrian was the focus of today's little intervention. Today was the turn of someone Danny had been worrying about for a while, with a problem he had kept hoping would eventually resolve itself. It had not and Danny couldn't sit aside any longer.
Rob wandered into the dorm, expecting to find it busy and loud. Instead, all he found was Danny. He rolled his eyes at the sight of the other boy and nearly just turned to leave, but curiosity got the better of him and he asked, "Where is everybody?"
"Mikey's at tennis, Josh is at dance club, James is... I dunno, working on a new study plan or something and the rest are at book club," Danny explained. He wouldn't normally have such a thorough knowledge of where everyone was, but today he had deliberately planned everything, even encouraging' James to keep away from the dorm with threats of actual human emotion' from the conversation Danny was about to have.
"I thought book club was cancelled!" Rob said, pulling out his phone to check the message he had received earlier.
"Yeah, sorry, that's... not true. I faked the message," Danny said, a little sheepishly.
"Wow, dick move!" Rob grumbled. "Well I'm going then!" he said, turning away.
"Wait!" Danny called out. "I didn't do it to piss you off. I did it to get you alone!" he explained.
Rob paused for a moment, then looked round at Danny.
"Can you come and talk to me?" Danny requested.
Rob huffed, but closed the door and walked down the dorm towards the sofas. He looked round at the available seats and opted for the one furthest from Danny. As the other boy raised his eyebrows and nodded to the seat beside him, Rob huffed again, got up and sat down on the other half of Danny's sofa. "What?" he asked moodily.
"That!" Danny said, waving his hand up and down to gesture at the whole of Rob. "You've seemed off for ages now and especially off with me and... I wanna help!"
Rob rolled his eyes. "Of COURSE you do!" he said sharply, shaking his head.
Danny looked back at him sadly. "I don't know what I did to piss you off this badly, but... whatever it is, I'm sorry!" he said quietly. When Rob just stared back at him, he said cautiously, "I haven't seen you with Alex for a while. Is it... something to do with that?"
Rob stayed silent.
"Okay, maybe not," Danny said, shaking his head a little. "Then... is it Josh?"
More stony silence.
"Rob, please, just... talk to me," Danny pleaded. "I don't think you realise just how much I need you!"
The comment truly surprised Rob. He didn't think Danny even knew he existed half of the time and he most certainly didn't feel needed. "Wha... what... do you..." Rob asked, shaking his head rather than finishing the question.
Danny let out a wistful sigh. "I love this dorm and everyone in it!" he started, taking a deep breath. "Like, properly, I feel actual love for every one of the guys in here," he admitted, blushing heavily at the openness of the comment, "So all I want is for everyone to be happy."
"Oh I see," Rob said coldly. "So this isn't actually about me at all, it's about YOU needing me to be all happy and smiley so YOU can feel good about yourself!"
"No!" Danny said, frowning heavily. "I want you to be happy because I NEED you to be okay!" As Rob looked back at him curiously, he sighed again and said, "Think about it. Think who we've got in here. We've got David, with all the... anxiety and the agoraphobia. We've got Josh with... all of his shit. Chris and his insane fear of being alone. Nicky who's got the self-esteem of a toilet brush. James has his whole `studying is everything, sex is awful obsession'. Then Mikey with... fuck, whatever's actually wrong with him. That leaves me... and you!"
Danny paused to let his summary of the dorm sink in, staring at Rob for a few moments before he continued, "Don't you get it? You're the only other sane person in the dorm. You're so... strong and confident and calm..." Danny started getting increasingly agitated as he spoke. "You're the only other person who can... can... look after the others, like I try to... but... but if you're... you're as... as... broken as they are, then... what?" He was virtually hyperventilating by now. "Then it's... me, trying to... to hold everyone together and... and I can't." He panted, close to tears. Shaking his head hopelessly he went on, "It's too much. I can't do it on my own. I NEED you Rob and I'm scared you hate me and I don't even know why but it means that I have to look after... everyone..." He finally broke down into tears, his last few words lost to the sobs.
Rob felt sick. He DID hate Danny. At least that was what he told himself, but it wasn't hate. It was jealousy. Danny had everything he wanted. No Danny WAS everything he wanted to BE. He hadn't ever stopped to think of what Danny was actually carrying. On the verge of crying himself, Rob reached a hand out and pulled Danny towards him.
Danny tilted over, slumping against Rob as he cried, face buried in his chest as he felt arms wrap around him.
"You're not alone," Rob whispered, stroking Danny's hair gently with one hand. "I'm with you!"
The two boys sat together like that for several minutes as Danny slowly calmed and Rob reflected on his own feelings. His jealousy, his isolation, his yearning to belong... it all seemed so petty now, petty and straight-up wrong!
Danny eventually sat up, sniffing and wiping away the wetness from his cheeks with both hands. He chuckled a little as he lowered them. "And here's me saying I'm not as broken as everyone else!" he said, shaking his head a little.
"I'm..." Rob started. He had been thinking about Danny a lot today, even more than usual, comparing Danny's annoying compulsion to help people to his own actions with Alex. He took a deep breath in then exhaled slowly, his breath slightly shaky. "Danny, I am... SO jealous of you!" he finally admitted. It was a tough realisation for him to make and even tougher to put into actual words.
"What? Why?" Danny asked, frowning curiously as he shook his head.
"I... it's... ugh," Rob huffed, struggling to find the words again. He let out a slight moan as he cocked his head. "Look, it's a lot to cover and today's already been kinda tough... AND it's your birthday, so... maybe we can talk more another day?"
"Do you actually mean that, or are you just saying it to get out of talking now?" Danny asked accusingly but with a playful smirk.
Rob ventured a slight smile back as he said, "Probably a bit of both!"
Danny sniggered, reaching out a hand to squeeze Rob's shoulder. "Okay, another time, I'll hold you to that. I really do want you to be okay!"
"Makes sense. You ARE in love with me, after all!" Rob teased, giving his glasses a playful nudge as he flashed a cheeky smile.
Danny rolled his eyes as he shook his head. "There's a difference between loving someone and being IN love with them!" he insisted.
"I know, I'm kidding," Rob said, letting his hand rest on Danny's arm.
"Okay, come here," Danny said, leaning towards the other boy.
"What are you doing?" Rob asked, taken a little off guard.
Danny shrugged. "Maybe I've been hanging round with Chris too much, but... I dunno, this just feels needed!" He pulled Rob into a hug.
Rob let out a contented sigh. Things weren't just magically fixed because they had cried and hugged, but at least there was a light at the end of the tunnel now.
"We'll be okay. Us sane ones have gotta stick together!" Danny whispered happily, getting a quiet chuckle in return.
After letting Rob go and catch the rest of the week's book club meeting, Danny headed over to the Sports Complex. While he and Rob still had a lot to talk about, it didn't take a genius to figure out Josh was a big part of whatever was going on, but Danny had his own issues to address with Josh and he was on a roll now. Heading inside to one of the halls, Danny quickly settled at the back of the room, watching on happily as the dance club continued their practice.
It was a lively atmosphere, much less structured than any of the clubs Danny was in, with boys gathered in different groups around the room. Some were showing off moves, encouraging others to try and imitate them, a few seemed to be working on a full routine and Blane was wandering round them all, cheering the boys on and encouraging their exploration of movement. He spotted Danny and smiled, giving a brief wave that was eagerly returned.
As the meeting came to an end, many of the boys eagerly rushed off to get to dinner. Danny caught Josh's eye and waved him over.
"Hey Danny," Josh said, going to give him a hug but holding back as he said, "Eww, wait, sweaty," and offered a fist bump instead. "Thinking of joining up? We totally need more members!"
"Yeah, I dance about as well as you write!" Danny sniggered, teasing Josh's notoriously bad English skills.
"Oof, yeah, best stay on the bench then," Josh giggled. "What's up then? Or you just here to perv on Blane?"
Danny giggled and nodded as he glanced over at Chris' sexy big brother, then let out a slight sigh. "How you doing?" he asked softly.
Josh frowned, shaking his head. "Erm... a bit sweaty and worn out, I suppose..."
Danny tutted and shook his head. "I meant... like... overall. Ya know, with the..."
"Severe emotional trauma, night terrors and habit of throwing myself off of things?" Josh suggested, sniggering at Danny's mildly horrified expression. A few weeks earlier, Josh had taken a nose-dive from a top bunk in the middle of the night thanks for his disturbing dreams and had only been saved from serious injury by a fortunately-timed save by Danny. "Sorry, just... kidding," he said a little sheepishly.
Danny forced a slight smirk. "Yeah, not really funny, but... yeah, I meant with all of that. Haven't had you climbing in bed with me for a while!"
"Oh, missing me, are you?" Josh asked, giving a toothy grin.
"If it means you're doing better, I'll happily never sleep with you again!" Danny offered, grinning back.
Josh sighed a little and took a seat on the bench next to Danny. "I'm... okay!" he said, sounding genuinely thoughtful. "Doc Arkwright says it's all still part of me handling all the stuff that happened and, ya know, trauma not always hitting you right away but we're working on stuff and I think it's helping. I still have bad dreams, but I don't wake up crying or nose-diving off of anything, which is... ya know... kinda nice!"
Danny chuckled at the light-hearted approach, reaching across to gently stroke Josh's back as he spoke.
"Look, I... don't know how this fits in with your stuff you're doing and I don't wanna say anything to upset you," Danny said cautiously.
"But..." Josh prompted.
"But... I think you need to talk to Rob. I know you think you're protecting him by not telling him all the horrible details of what you've been through, but I think all you're really doing is shutting him out and I reckon he needs you as much as you need him!" Danny explained.
Josh looked thoughtful again then gave a gentle nod. "I know, it's just... look, don't take this the wrong way. You've been so freaking amazing since it all went down..."
"But..." Danny said, sniggering as he mimicked Josh's own prompt.
Josh smirked back, shaking his head. "But when you look at me, I see... pity. You know more about the stuff my brothers put me through than anyone and because of that, you look at me differently." He sighed as he looked around at the few other boys still lingering in the dance studio. "It's bad enough that everyone already treats me like I'm gonna break at any moment, but... what if Rob sees me differently... once he knows?"
"Yeah, that sounds scary," Danny nodded, then raised an eyebrow and said, "And when you deal with something scary, it's probably a good idea to have your best friend by your side!"
Josh huffed, unable to find a fault in the logic. "Fine, okay, just not tonight. Tonight's all about you!" Josh insisted. He jumped to his feet. "I'm gonna go shower. You gonna wait for me and we can walk back together?"
Danny smiled and nodded, watching as Josh ran off to the locker room. Satisfied that he had done the right thing, he casually wandered out into the hallway to wait. As he looked around, he spotted movement in the gym and peered through the glass panel in the door. Blane was in there, working out. Danny stood watching for a moment.
It was still strange having Blane at the school. Throughout Year 7, the older Smith sibling had just been a picture on Chris' screen whenever he called home, but now he was here in person. He was such a spitting image of Chris, albeit a decade older. Danny actually felt a strange, churning sensation when he imagined Chris at Blane's age, all grown up and mature and muscular. He was just starting to lose himself in slightly more erotic thoughts about the two siblings when he was spotted.
Blane waved for Danny to come in so he pushed the door open and stepped inside.
"Hey there little man. Proper stalking me tonight, aren't you!" Blane joked.
Danny blushed, knowing he had literally just been staring. "Actually I came to speak to Josh!" he explained.
Blane looked around. "No Josh here!" he sniggered.
Danny blushed more heavily and decided to try and change the subject. "I thought you'd be heading over for dinner!"
Blane shook his head, casually curling one of the larger dumbbells. "Nah, I get too distracted working out when it's busy, so I usually come when it's quiet like this," he explained.
"Yeah, me too," Danny nodded.
"Oh, you work out?" Blane asked.
Danny lifted his t-shirt and flexed as he said, "Clearly I do!" then quickly frowned as he said, "I wish I had the muscles to pull that off!" He dropped the t-shirt back down, sniggering at his own self-embarrassment.
"You're not doing bad for twelve!" Blane grinned at the boy.
"Thirteen today, actually!" Danny said proudly.
"Oh," Blane said with a grin. "Happy birthday!"
Danny grinned and said a quiet, "Thanks!" He frowned a little as he looked round the gym. "I used to come do my workouts in the morning, but my... erm... supervisor, well... things weren't working out!"
"Pushing too hard? Not hard enough?" Blane asked sympathetically.
Danny smirked as he thought about Brian and said, "Bit of both, I suppose!"
"So you looking for someone new to train you then?" Blane asked.
Danny nodded. "Yeah, but finding someone who's willing to give up sleep just to be here for my benefit is... not easy!"
"I could do it!" Blane said casually. "Like I said, I like to come when it's quiet and it'd be good to get back into a regular routine. Plus, I could actually train you rather than just supervise if you like. Maybe make that six-pack a bit less pathetic."
"Heyyy!" Danny complained at the playful insult. He lifted the t-shirt again and pouted. "Fine, good point," he dropped it again. "So you'd really do it?"
"Consider it a birthday present!" Blane said happily. "But looks like you need to go," he added, nodding to the door where Josh had appeared. "We'll arrange it soon, okay!" he called out as Danny left.
Danny virtually skipped back over to the Home Building with Josh at his side. A good day, followed by good progress with both Rob and Josh and now a new trainer to take over from Brian. This was shaping up to be the best birthday ever, a thought that only intensified as Nicky intercepted him on the way to the dorm.
"D'you remember last year... on your birthday?" Nicky asked discretely once Josh had walked on towards the dorm.
"The first time we hooked up!" Danny said with a grin. "I vaguely recall!" he joked.
"Do you remember saying what could be your birthday treat this year?" Nicky asked, biting his lip in anticipation.
When they got off together on Danny's last birthday, Danny had yet to venture into the big scary world of anal sex. That had absolutely changed since and Danny had taken four different cocks now and while Brian was his clear favourite, he couldn't deny the sheer size of Nicky's, paired with his impressive skill at handling it, made him a very close second.
Danny hadn't answered the question, instead they had hurried round to the shower room, even taking the same cubicle they had used last year for their fuck. By the time they staggered round to the dorm, Danny felt like he might not be able to sit down right for days, much to Nicky's amusement.
The rest of the evening was nothing short of fantastic. Blane had brought in the pizzas and later on Mr Trent had brought in the birthday cake. That aside, it was just a lively, cheerful night of the eight boys celebrating Danny's birthday together. They played silly games, for once not crossing the line into sexual, just eight boys having fun and stuffing themselves senseless with junk food.
When the time finally came for lights out and Mr Trent had managed to corral the hyperactive boys into their beds, the room finally began to calm. Once the others started to settle, Danny pulled the covers over his own and Chris' head then clicked on his phone to provide some illumination.
"This was under my pillow when I got into bed," Danny whispered, offering Chris a small piece of paper.
Chris frowned as he read it aloud in the light of the phone. "Come out of your dorm at 11 tonight to receive a birthday gift. Bring a friend! Woah, what? Who's it from?" he hissed.
Danny shrugged. "No idea, but... it sounds like fun... or a prank. Wanna come?" he asked hopefully.
"You fuckin' bet I do!" Chris whispered back excitedly.
When 11 o'clock rolled around, Danny's phone vibrating under his pillow to wake him, he woke Chris and the two exchanged excited but nervous glances.
"If this is a trap, birthday or not, I'll sacrifice you to save myself!" Chris whispered as they headed for the door. It earned him a playful punch in the arm.
As they opened the door and stepped outside, they immediately spotted the piece of paper stuck to the wall opposite the door. `Go into Mr Trent's apartment. No need to knock!' the note said.
The boys looked at each other again, clearly both scared. The last time one of them had ventured into the forbidden area, they had both ended up with a rather prolonged punishment in the form of a `naked volunteer day' every half term for the rest of the year. As much as they both got some twisted enjoyment from the punishment, they were understandably weary of incurring anything worse.
Danny grabbed the note off the wall, checking for anything written on the back. He shook his head. Seeing it was blank he muttered, "Who wrote this?"
Chris let out a quiet gasp. "We can check it for fingerprints!" he declared.
"Sure, meet me in the crime lab!" Danny replied sarcastically.
"Where's that?" Chris asked, frowning before he caught the sarcasm and said, "Oh, haha!"
"So... do we risk it?" Danny asked, already taking a few steps towards the door to Mr Trent's apartment.
"Does the pope shit in the woods?" Chris asked with a smirk. He sniggered as he got a confused look from Danny and added, "You KNOW we're doing it!"
It wasn't far to the door and within moments they were stood there, looking down the hallway for any signs of life, but the building was eerily quiet. Danny took hold of the door handle and quietly opened the door. Light flooded the hallway, making the two boys flinch for a moment before stepping inside. Right away they spotted the next note. It was stuck to the door directly ahead of them, the door that led to the apartment's bedroom.
`Happy birthday Danny and friend (obviously Chris, so predictable!) Your gift is inside this room. There are 3 rules. DO NOT break them.
- From now until you leave, you will not speak or make any attempt to make your identities known. 2. You have one hour to do whatever you like. Leave things as you find them. 3. You tell NOBODY about this. Ever. If you do, I will know.
Now go inside and enjoy your present.'
Danny and Chris both looked at each other in shock. They suspected they knew what was waiting for them, but... it couldn't be... could it? Danny glanced at the door handle, then at Chris, eyes wide. Chris smiled back excitedly and nodded. Danny reached out a trembling hand and opened the door.
The boys grasped at each other, actually placing a hand over each other's mouths to ensure silence as they found Mr Trent, fully naked on the bed, wrists secured to either side of the headboard and a blindfold covering his eyes. As the shock faded, the boys lowered their hands, staring at each other with a mix of mind-numbing excitement and abject fear.
"Who's there?" Mr Trent asked nervously. "S... Sir?"
The question might have been more surprising to the two boys had Chris not caught Mr Trent performing naked on camera for his apparent Master several weeks ago, revealing his obvious preference of submissiveness. They remained silent, spurring each other on to make a move.
Chris was finally bold enough to do something, but not quite bold enough to make a move himself, instead reaching over to pull off Danny's t-shirt, dropping it to the floor. Danny copied. Chris then reached out to push Danny's shorts down. Again, Danny copied, leaving the two boys naked in the teacher's bedroom, cocks ragingly hard... as was Mr Trent's!
Neither boy was exactly inexperienced when it came to guys, but Mr Trent was very different from anyone either of them had been with, being substantially more hirsute than either of them had experienced before. Even Chris' secret experience with Mr Beecham was not like this, for while the Maths teacher and swimming coach was very much mature in his physique, he was also shaved smooth, reminiscent of the boys Chris was used to playing with.
The boys moved either side of the bed, pacing as silently as they could as Mr Trent's rapid, nervous breaths seemed to echo around the room.
Danny stared down at the man's leg, finally reaching down to tentatively touch the hairy limb. The hair was softer than he imagined and his fingers soon explored further, teasing more of the hair and the supple skin beneath. The teacher let out a slight moan in response as Danny let his other hand begin to explore too, seemingly unaware of who was touching him.
Chris could have quite happily just stood and watched Danny play with the man. That in itself was exciting enough, but fifteen days into No Nut November and still being deprived of any sexual activity, Chris was like a man dying of thirst staring at a tall, cool glass of water. He copied Danny's move, exploring the furry leg gently.
"Oh!" Mr Trent yelped, feeling the third and fourth hands joining the first two. "Who's there?" he demanded again.
The boys exchanged another nervous glance at the yelp, though their eyes were quickly drawn back down to the throbbing cock further up. Their probing digits rapidly worked up Mr Trent's legs until they were mere centimetres away from the man's hefty shaven balls. While the teacher's whole body was moderately furry, the hair on his torso and crotch was well-trimmed and tidy, the patch of hair that was partially hidden by his straining erection was styled neatly.
Chris gave Danny a questioning look as he nodded to the man's genitals, but got a headshake in response as Danny gestured further up. Continuing to move in unison, four supple hands slowly worked their way past the man's throbbing erection and onto the light furriness of his stomach. Danny suppressed a giggle as he traced a line around Mr Trent's dick, almost touching it but not quite as the man writhed.
Their fingers playfully tugged and twirled at the hair on the man's stomach, working up into the centre of his chest before each taking a nipple.
"Fuuuuck!" Mr Trent groaned as he felt both stiff nubs pinched at the same time, his already ragged breaths getting more laboured.
After spending a few minutes playing with chest hair and nipples, the boys finally diverged from their synchronicity. While Chris' hand moved curiously towards the man's furry armpit, Danny found himself drawn to the teacher's face, gently caressing the stubbly jawline, noting the distinctly rougher feel of his facial hair.
As Danny's fingers worked back and forth across his face, Mr Trent's mouth opened slightly in a mix of excitement and anticipation. Danny took it as the invitation it was and let a finger glide across the man's lips, one way, then back the other, then back again before the lips parted fully and his finger found itself sucked into the eager mouth.
Danny looked at Chris, jaw agape as he held back the pleasured moan that almost escaped as his finger entered the warm, wet chasm, held gently between teeth and probed eagerly with his tongue. He let his finger remain in place, the teacher sucking on it contentedly, while raising his other hand to caress the man's hair. It suddenly struck him how strange this was, although he couldn't help sniggering at the thought that a mystery invite to play with a restrained teacher wasn't already strange!
Mr Trent was, in many ways, the ultimate authority figure for Danny and his friends. Sure, there were teachers that outranked him in seniority, but Mr Trent was the one who was there every day, keeping order on the first floor, making sure they were all up on time and in bed for lights out. He was the one who met with the boys several times a term to just chat and check in and see how they were. And yet, this man, this figure of power and authority was laying before him, exposed and helpless. Danny could have done anything to him he wanted – inflict pain, tease him, torment him – yet all he really wanted to do was protect him, make him feel good and pleasure him.
Slightly overwhelmed by the feelings, Danny pulled the finger from the man's mouth and, with Chris staring in shock, leaned down to kiss him. It was a brief peck on the lips, as if testing for a reaction, holding his face right above Mr Trent's as he waited. The man's head suddenly lifted, bringing their lips together again. Lips began to open, with tongues cautiously peeking out, the embrace gentle and relaxed.
Danny had never felt a kiss like it. With Brian, their kisses were pure passion and attraction and love. With Nicky, Mikey, Adrian, Kyle, it was just fun, sexy for sure, but mostly just harmless fun. Yet this, with the man in charge, it was none of those things. There were hints of naughtiness to it, a slight sense of mischief, but with an overwhelming taste of pure, paternal affection.
As Danny finally stopped, sitting up beside the man, he found Chris staring wide-eyed at him. He just smiled back and got a smirk in response before their touching resumed. This time, as they moved back down to the man's mid-section, they had no intention of bypassing his dick. Danny sniggered as he gestured `after you' to Chris, getting a polite nod in response as Chris' fingers wrapped around the thick tool.
"Fuck!" Chris mouthed to Danny as he felt the man's penis. To call it hard was an understatement, not only fully engorged but pointing so eagerly up towards his face that trying to lift it from his body was an actual strain. Chris couldn't help noticing the heat too, it was radiating warmth into his fingers, only growing hotter as his hand slid up to the thick, bulbous head. He cupped his hand over it, feeling the warm sliminess of precum smother his palm as he smeared it around.
Sensing Chris wasn't going to be giving up the large cock any time soon, Danny turned his attention a little lower, cupping Mr Trent's balls in one hand as he slowly teased the man's taint, curious to see his reaction at the thought of what might be next.
While Mr Trent's moaning from Chris' eager but delicate handling echoed around the room, he also parted his legs a little, seemingly inviting Danny's hand to explore further. Danny was more than happy to comply, continuing to fondle the balls while his other hand probed lower, finding its way to a hole that was possibly naturally smooth, but likely just shaven like the balls. His finger slid lightly across the hole.
Chris pressed his lips together to hold in a smirk as he felt the cock in his grip throb from Danny's touch. It burped up another glob of precum and Chris ran his palm over the head, the precum spreading slightly further this time, the head still slick from the last smear.
When Chris had ventured into the apartment previously on a dare, he had recorded himself taking a tour of the room, which had included looking into some of the drawers. Remembering what Chris had found, Danny reached over and pulled a drawer open, excitedly pulling out a bottle of lubricant. He eagerly pumped some onto his hands but quickly realised he had a bit more than he needed, so he rubbed his hands together before returning one of them to Mr Trent's balls, the slippery hand making him shudder a little as it made contact. His other hand, now lubricated well, returned to the hairless puckered hole, circling around it quickly with one finger before spiralling to the centre, as if drawn in by some invisible whirlpool.
"Oh my god," Mr Trent whimpered as he felt Danny's finger enter him. His cock once again spurted precum, which Chris eagerly smeared further down his shaft.
As Danny glanced across at Chris, he could see his friend's free hand had made its way to his own cock, stroking it eagerly. He caught the boys' eye and frowned, shaking his head as he nodded at it. They both knew it had been forbidden for Chris to touch himself by Nicky and Mikey as part of his No Nut November challenge.
Chris just stared back, his expression giving a very clear `How could I not?'
Danny sighed and shook his head, but returned his focus to fingering the teacher, slipping a second finger into the tight hole.
The touching and teasing continued for several more minutes, the boys eventually swapping roles, with Danny happily grabbing the thick, slippery dick and Chris taking over the fingering. After a few more minutes in their new positions, Chris nodded to the clock on the wall. While they felt they could happily play with the restrained man all night, the note had said they had only one hour.
Chris gestured to his own dick and then Mr Trent's arse, also giving a thrusting gesture that was completely unnecessary for Danny to get his meaning. Danny responded by pointing to the teacher's dick and then turning a little to point to his own butt. Again, the plan was apparent.
Danny moved first, straddling the man's stomach as Chris got into position behind him. While the teacher's hole was already loosened and lubricated, Chris' dick was not so he retrieved some lube from the bottle and stroked it onto his dick before pressing the tip of it against the slick hole.
"Oh fuck, wait, what are you..." Mr Trent gasped, realising what was about to happen. "Ugh, god... ffffuck!"
Chris couldn't help thinking about what was causing the man's reaction. Chris was certainly not big. In fact, of the unlocked boys in his dorm he was probably the smallest, or maybe that was James, he hadn't really checked, but either way he knew he wasn't big, but maybe that was the reason. A small dick, in a building full of schoolboys, for a man who didn't know who was fucking him... it did run the risk of giving at least part of his identity away. The thoughts quickly vanished as he felt the pleasurable warm, tightness of the man's rear. After fifteen days with no activity at all, anything would have felt good, but this was truly exceptional.
With Chris inside Mr Trent, Danny prepared himself, applying some of the lubricant to his butt, not bothering to add any to the man's dick, his own plentiful precum providing more than enough slipperiness to get the large tool inside the boy's rear.
"Wait, no... oh..." Mr Trent gasped as he felt the slender hand grab his cock, the hole pressing against the head.
Danny winced a little. He was used to bigger dicks – mainly from Brian and Nicky – but they were still always a tight fit. He quickly began to feel the familiar, thrilling sensation of his own hole stretching open to let it in. As Chris began eagerly thrusting, Danny took a slower approach, taking just the head into him before pulling off. He slid onto it again, taking a little more then pulled it out completely, the teacher grunting with pleasure every time the head passed the boy's tight sphincter.
By the time Danny had worked the whole thing into him, Chris was already pumping at full speed, and based on the pleasured expression and clearly held back moans, he was close to release. Wanting to give the man a simultaneous sensation, Danny sped up, hoping to make the man cum quickly, but Chris was too pent up from his prolonged abstinence to last any longer.
Raising a hand to his mouth and visibly biting down on his fist, Chris shot his load inside the man. Mr Trent had no such compunctions about expressing his pleasure, calling out, "Oh god yessss!" as he felt the spunk inside him.
As Danny continued to ride the man, he felt Chris' hands grab at him from behind, reaching around to tease his nipples. Danny wanted to stroke himself, knowing that the large cock inside him, sliding across his prostate would likely make him cum quickly, but he had other plans so held back, focusing solely on making Mr Trent ejaculate. It didn't take long before Danny felt the throb of his cock, signalling the eruption starting. With a long, guttural moan, Mr Trent pumped out what felt like a massive load into Danny.
With the teacher's cock still dribbling the last few drops, Danny pulled off and surged forward, thrusting his cock into the man's mouth. Mr Trent sucked as eagerly as he had on the finger and Danny could feel all the excitement of the illicit activity surging through him into what was turning out to be an intense bit brief blow job. He had barely been fucking the man's face for more than a minute before he felt himself ready to blow.
As Danny felt the sudden vibration of a moan, he realised something else was happening to the man. Looking back, he could see the top of Chris' head, his friend seemingly sucking the dick Danny had been riding minutes before. Presumably still sensitive from the recent orgasm, Mr Trent was moaning frantically at Chris' rapid sucking.
Sadly their timing was off again, with Danny shooting in the man's mouth before Chris could draw a second orgasm out of him, though Danny happily kept his dick in place even after he finished cumming in silence the teacher as Chris worked his oral magic.
With a noise that was somewhere between moan and scream, the man shot again. A smaller load, but no less intense as Chris eagerly gulped it down.
Both spent, they climbed back to their original sides, looking at each other in amused bewilderment over what had just happened. A quick look at the clock showed they still had a few minutes to spare and while part of them wanted to tease the man's post-orgasmic cock some more, both seemed to have the same idea at once, laying down either side of the teacher, resting their heads on his chest and draping an arm across him.
They remained like that until the time was almost up, at which point both boys stood up and hastily re-dressed. They moved towards the door, unsure if they should release the man, but the note on the door did say to leave things as they found them, so they put the lube away and prepared to leave, but not before Danny gave the man another brief kiss.
They shut the door and headed out into the hall, again hearing no signs of life so they scurried back to the dorm. They quickly tossed their t-shirts aside and climbed back into their shared bed, both still buzzing from the whole encounter.
Danny was just about to whisper something to Chris when he heard a noise across the dorm. He let out a sympathetic sigh as he realised it was the sound of Josh having another nightmare. He waited a moment, knowing sometimes it was just momentary before it passed, but the distressed noises continued.
Just as Danny sat up, intending to go and comfort the other boy, Josh awoke with a start. Breathing heavily, he looked around the room. He spotted Danny, staring over at him in the low moonlight shining through the top windows.
Danny smiled over at Josh, but then nodded towards Rob.
Josh stared back silently for a moment, the nodded in return. He shuffled out of his bed and hopped over onto Rob's, the movement waking him up.
As Danny lay down beside Chris, he heard Rob whisper, "Are you okay?"
"I had a bad dream," Josh whispered back softly. There was a slight pause before Josh went on, "There was this... one time with my brothers in the woods... with a spider..."
"Are they okay?" Chris whispered.
Danny smiled and nodded. "I think they will be," he replied happily.
"Good. Erm... about what happened," Chris said softly.
"Yeah, that was... crazy!" Danny said, still curious as to who had set it up... and how... but delighted at the experience.
Chris nodded but said quietly, "I meant... me doing stuff and... erm..."
"Losing No Nut November!" Danny smirked.
"You can't tell anyone!" Chris insisted. "I mean, that was one of the rules anyway, but still, you can't tell Nicky I came... cummed... whatever!"
"Wait, you want me to lie for you?" Danny asked, recoiling a little.
"No!" Chris whispered. "Just... don't tell them. It's not like they're gonna ask `did you fuck Mr Trent last night' or anything, is it?"
Danny sighed. "I don't know..."
"Come on, please!" Chris begged. "I can't do that forfeit. It's too much! I can't have Blane seeing me jerking off. Please Danny!"
Danny sighed again. "Fine," he said, not happy with it but going along anyway.
"You're the best!" Chris said, eagerly hugging him. "Sleep time now?"
"You sleep, I'm just gonna... keep an eye," Danny whispered, nodding in Rob and Josh's direction.
Chris nodded but didn't close his eyes. Instead, he just lay watching Danny. He could tell the other boy was exhausted, but he seemed determined to stay awake. After the third time of watching him momentarily nod off, his head lolling and jolting him awake, Chris whispered, "Just sleep. You said they'll be okay!"
"Yeah, I guess so," Danny conceded. He gave a happy sigh as he cuddled up to Chris and closed his eyes. "Best birthday ever," he mumbled, starting to drift. "Love you..." and he was gone.
Chris let his eye roam upwards, to the underside of the bunks his two boyfriends were asleep on. With a wistful sigh, he glanced back at Danny, leaned forward to kiss his forehead and whispered back, "I love you too!"
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For my other stories, please see links below:
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/
The Kingswood Saga ------------------
Tales from Kingswood – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/
Half-Term at Kingswood – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/
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