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The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 27
Saturday 27 March 2021
"Mate, come on, pace yourself!" Blane said, taking the dumbbell from Danny. "Pushing yourself is good, but you drop dead from exertion and that's really gonna count against my teaching record!"
"Ugh, pussy!" Danny grumbled.
"Hey!" Blane warned the boy, pointing sternly.
"What? I thought we said when you're in physio mode, the whole student/teacher thing doesn't apply!" Danny smirked.
"It doesn't, but funnily enough I'm just not a fan of being called a pussy!" Blane said back, shaking his head at the boy's sniggers.
"Then gimme back the weight before I call you it again. I can do more!" Danny insisted, holding out an arm to the young teaching assistant.
"Yes, I know you CAN do more, I'm saying you SHOULDN'T do more!" Blane said, putting the weight back on the rack. "You're done with the top half anyway, you need to work on your legs and your mobility WAY more!"
"Ugh, you suck," Danny complained.
"Nah, no point, you can't feel it!" Blane teased. Blane had learned very quickly how much Danny hated that just about every person in the school treated him like some fragile thing that needed to be protected and coddled. It was because of that feeling Blane had developed his penchant for harsh teasing during their physio sessions. It made Danny feel normal again and really that was his main motivator.
"You're such a dick!" Danny replied back, scowling at the young man.
"I know, but you love me anyway," Blane grinned. "Now come on, get those legs working. You don't wanna end up in one of those `don't skip leg day' memes, do you?"
"I swear you used to be fun!" Danny huffed as he stepped onto the treadmill.
"And you used to be able to walk for ten minutes without getting breathless. Things change. Roll with it!" Blane said back, walking along on the next treadmill, matching Danny's pace. He reached across and pressed a button to raise the incline slightly.
"Why do you... hate me?" Danny asked slightly breathlessly.
"If I hated you, d'you think I'd be willing to be out of bed at six AM for you?" Blane asked pointedly.
Danny harumphed, but knew Blane was right. In a bid to return to some sense of normalcy, Danny had asked to move their physio sessions to first thing in the morning, so it felt like returning to his old gym routine. Blane had agreed, but Danny had the feeling Blane would agree to pretty much anything he asked. While the young man was eager to help Danny, he knew that Blane was really doing it to get Chris his best friend back. It was quite adorable how much the two brothers cared for each other, though you wouldn't know it from the squabbling and insults that bounced between them whenever they were together.
"So you're willing to... get out of bed for... me, but not into bed... with me!" Danny panted. "That's... just rude!" As Blane shook his head, smirking, Danny hit stop on the treadmill, holding onto the sides, breathing heavily. "I'm done!" he gasped.
"Oh come on, you've barely got started!" Blane insisted. "What happened to that whole `I can do more' attitude? Who's the pussy now?"
"Still you!" Danny growled. "It hurts!" he complained.
"I know," Blane nodded. "And it's going to hurt, but... is it this is hard and I don't want to do it' pain or this feels like something's wrong and we need to go back to the hospital' pain?"
Danny huffed. "The first one I guess!" he conceded reluctantly.
"Okay, then give me a couple more minutes," Blane said, reaching out to hit start again, "But... maybe no incline!"
"So kind!" Danny said, shaking his head, though he did offer a meek smile.
Blane kept watch as the boy got moving again until an idea struck him. He waited until Danny had done as much walking as had been planned for the morning, then reached over and hit stop, getting a very grateful look in response. "Hey, come take a rest," Blane said, nodding over to the weight benches. He resisted offering to support Danny and was pleased to see him make his way himself. As they sat down, he asked, "How you feeling?"
Danny glanced past Blane at the mirrored wall, seeing himself looking tired and sweaty and red-faced. "About as good as I look!" he replied glibly.
"You're doing well," Blane nodded. "But... I think you can do more!"
"Noooo," Danny whined. "Make me do more today and I'm calling the NSPCC!" he joked.
Blane laughed, shaking his head. "No, not today, I mean... in general. Are you still hoping to be able to get back to normal activities for the start of year nine?" he asked, having been told by Danny that was his new goal.
"I'm not hoping. It's happening! No matter what!" Danny said firmly.
Blane nodded and thought for a moment, not wanting to come across too negative. "That's an incredible goal and I'm confident you can do it!"
"But?" Danny asked, sensing there was more.
"But at the rate you're going... you won't make it!" Blane said bluntly. "It's gonna take a LOT more work to get you that much better THAT quickly and I don't know if you've got it in you!"
"Oh," Danny said, eyes dropping to the ground.
"So I was thinking... maybe what you need is... a little more motivation!" Blane said, watching closely for the boy's reaction.
"What kind of motivation? Are we talking... like... forfeits for failing," Danny started, smiling slightly at the idea, "Or... more like rewards for doing well?"
Blane smiled. The boy caught on quick. "Well as we both know you're a dirty little pervert who gets his rocks off to being embarrassed, I think forfeits are only gonna encourage the wrong kind of behaviour... plus it'd feel a bit mean. So yeah, I'm thinking rewards! We set a few milestones with the eventual goal being full mobility and normal activity and each milestone you hit, you'll get a reward."
"Sex?" Danny asked immediately.
Blane burst into laughter, shaking his head. "Jesus, you've really got a one-track mind, haven't you!" He got a grin from Danny in response. "I was thinking more like... I'd buy you something or... or a nice day out somewhere, something like that."
"Or sex?" Danny grinned.
Blane sighed. "Look, just because you got sex for your birthday, that doesn't mean you can have it for everything!" he said, shaking his head.
Danny pouted, then frowned as he looked at Blane questioningly. "How d'you know I had sex for my birthday?" Danny had received an anonymous note on his birthday, which had ended up leading himself a Chris into Mr Trent's apartment where they found the man naked, restrained and blindfolded with another note telling them they could `enjoy' him for one hour. Needless to say, the two boys had made the most of it. His eyes widened as he stared at Blane. "You! You arranged that?"
Blane smiled but remained silent.
"Did you?" Danny demanded. "Was it... was it you? I... how? I mean... I don't... for fuck's sake Blane, just tell me!"
"Danny," Blane said, silencing the boy's rambling. "If you hit all the goals I'm going to set you by the end of the school year, you will receive a gift. That is as much as you'll get out of me on the subject, so don't ask. But be assured, you WILL like the gift if you succeed!"
Danny stared back for a moment. He had questions. A lot of them! But he decided against probing further right after being told not to, so instead he stood up.
"Where are you going?" Blane asked curiously.
"Treadmill!" Danny said bluntly. "I got some goals to meet!"
Blane chuckled. "Good lad! Just make sure you keep that energy up over Easter Break or you'll fall behind!"
"Or you could always come home with me. Plenty of room for you in my bed... erm... oops, I meant house!" Danny teased as he started up the treadmill.
"Ha, you wish, ya little perv!" Blane said, shaking his head. "But that does give me an idea..."
The third match weekend of the SCIPS tournament had brought the students of `The Crestwood School for Boys' to Kingswood. As they were the final matches of Round One, many of the teams on both sides were desperate for the win, their progression to Round Two depending on it. Despite the high stakes and competitive spirit, the atmosphere between the Kingswood boys and their visitors was energetic but friendly.
As had become the routine, the boys of dorm 1.05 had asked one of the older students for the inside scoop on the visiting school. This time it was Rob's mentor, Sam, who had filled them in on the details.
"Imagine schools are on a scale of how traditional and strict they are from one to ten, with ten being ultra- strict and regimental, ya know, kinda like King Edwards. Well I'd probably put Kingswood at a one on that scale. Crestwood would be a zero!" Sam had explained, to give the younger boys context.
"They don't have a uniform. They don't even have a dress code. Loads of nudist families actually send their kids there, because they're allowed to still be nudists while they're at school, some of the teachers even do it. Classes aren't even mandatory. They have this... system where they let the kids study alone or in groups at their own pace and they can attend classes if they feel there's things they need explained by a teacher. They just have to do these tests every half-term to make sure they've covered everything, but if they can take it all in from studying with their mates or on their own, they might never have to take classes. It's freakin' mental!" Sam talked through the other school's unconventional teaching system.
He went on to the stuff he knew the 1.05 boys would be really interested in, "As for sex, fuck, they make us look freaking tame by comparison. There's no chastity or anything, so some guys get stuck right in from their first day. Their punishments are... freaky. Someone does something wrong and they're not, like, stripped or given detention or anything like that. Instead, they get forced to wear uniform, put in chastity and forced to attend every class. They consider normal school life to be a punishment!"
As usual, the Saturday had been taken up with football matches, each of the Year 8 to 13 teams taking on their counterpart from the opposing school, with an eager crowd of students and teachers watching on from the stands.
While Danny had been forced to spectate again, that hadn't stopped him helping out as he had been on the bench this time, watching the action much closer alongside Mr Cunningham. Throughout the first half, Danny watched the Crestwood team carefully, spotting opportunities and weaknesses that those on the field, even team captain Aaron, had likely not been able to spot. It was a skill he had developed during his time in goal as that often included a lot of time standing and waiting. At half-time, with the scored tied 1-1, Danny had shared what he had learned with the rest of the team and proposed several strategies that they took with them into the second half. By the final whistle, the score was 4-1 to Kingswood, meaning the Year 8 Kingswood team would progress to Round Two while the Crestwood team were eliminated.
The Saturday night party seemed even more high-spirited than usual. Having the Round One football matches completed was certainly part of it, but having an opportunity for the students of the two schools to mix was where the real fun was happening.
Josh, who continued to demonstrate his uncanny ability to make friends with just about anyone had quickly ingratiated himself with the Year 8 Crestwood boys. It helped that he was one of the only four boys in Year 8 who was on both the football and rugby teams, so he was going to be playing against all of them at some point over the weekend.
Heading over to where Danny was sitting with Brian and Chris, Josh introduced the three boys following him, "Hey guys, this is Ian, Q-ball and Clover! They're on the year eight rugby team."
"Clover? What were your parents hoping for? A cow?" Chris asked with a snigger.
"Chris, don't be rude!" Brian admonished his mentee. "He was dropped on his head a lot as a baby! I'm Brian, nice to meet you!" he said as he offered has hand. The comment got laughs from all of the boys, especially the new arrivals who happily shook his hand. As the laughing lulled Brian added, "But seriously? Clover?"
"You think that's bad? They called my sister Waterfall!" Clover replied. As the others laughed, Clover smirked and said, "And I wish I was joking!"
"Anyway, stupid names aside," Josh started, then looked to Clover and added, "Sorry mate!" He looked back to the others and went on, "These guys were watching our footie match this morning and wanted to meet the `cute guy on the bench'!" He grinned as all three of the Crestwood boys turned a deep shade of red.
"Ooh, Danny's got a fan club!" Chris teased.
"Yeah, he's also got a boyfriend, so back off!" Brian scowled, throwing an arm around Danny. As the three visitors suddenly looked scared of the older boy, Brian burst into laughter and said, "Kidding, we're not like that. Do what you want with him, he's a great fuck!"
"Oh my god. Brian!" Danny yelped, blushing as heavily as the other three boys. He squirmed but smiled reluctantly as Brian playfully peppered his cheek with kisses.
"What position d'you play?" Q-ball asked.
"He quite likes the Sideways Straddle, but Doggy Style gets him off WAY quicker!" Brian quickly offered.
"Oh my god, I am SO going to break up with you!" Danny snapped as the other boys were in hysterics. He frowned at the phone in Chris' hand and added, "And you, stop taking notes!"
"Sideways Straddle, you say?" Chris asked, smirking at Brian.
"I'm the goalkeeper!" Danny huffed loudly, trying to continue the actual conversation. "I play in goal... when I can play!"
"Are you, like... banned or something?" Ian asked curiously.
"No, just injured," Danny said casually. "But I'll be back in goal next year, so watch out in year nine!"
"Ya know, there's an obvious joke here about looking forward to you getting your hands on our balls, but... it's a bit too easy!" Q-ball sniggered.
"Hey, just like Danny!" Brian commented. More laughs and another death-glare from Danny.
"You guys are fun!" Clover giggled.
"Yeah, you can always guarantee it'll be entertaining when Danny gets in the party tent!" Josh smirked, gesturing to their surroundings.
If Danny's looks at Brian had been killer, his glare at Josh was verging on nuclear. "Don't you dare!" he growled.
"Oh!" Ian said, pointing to Danny. "Oh!" he repeated, looking to Josh. "Oh, oh, oh. There's a story here, isn't there. My slut-sense is tingling!"
"Well... since you asked..." Josh grinned.
Danny leaned into Brian, burying his face in the older boy's chest. "I hate my life!" he grumbled.
"Really?" Brian whispered back, letting his hand graze Danny's crotch. "Then why is your cock about to hulk its way out of your pants?"
Danny groaned as he heard Josh regaling the three boys with the stories of Danny's Year 7 and 8 Halloween costumes and the on-stage embarrassment.
"Besides, you wanna get back to `normal'? What's more normal than Danny being publicly humiliated?" Brian whispered to the embarrassed boy.
Danny suddenly sat up, looking at Brian seriously.
Brian smiled. "You... like the thought of that?"
"No! Yes! Ugh, maybe!" Danny mumbled, then let out another moan as he sat back, watching as Josh finished his story.
"Daaaaamn, how do we get an invite to your Halloween party?" Q-Ball grinned.
"I'm never looking at Mystique the same way again!" Clover giggled.
"Hey, erm... you guys wanna play with our lil Mystique?" Brian offered.
Danny turned to the older boy and whispered. "What are you doing?"
"You think for a sec while we have a chat," Brian said cheerfully to the others. He grabbed Danny and leaned in close.
"You know things aren't... right down there!" Danny mumbled awkwardly.
"Yes, and I plan to tell them that!" Brian said firmly.
"Wh... what?" Danny asked, wide-eyed.
Brian shook his head. "Not to embarrass you, squirt. You're injured and you're recovering, there's no shame in that. But... an opportunity to have some fun and get you back to a bit of `normal' has literally just walked up to us. You really wanna pass on it?"
Danny thought for a moment then shook his head. "I guess not," he said quietly.
"And don't worry, I'll be right with ya the whole time. I want you to have fun, but you know I'll always look after my little love-muffin!" Brian grinned.
"You're so stupid," Danny said, shaking his head for a moment before kissing the older boy. As he parted, he added, "But I love you so freakin' much!"
"Yeah, remember that later!" Brian said, winking playfully.
"What are you..." Danny started.
"So, lads, what's it to be? Up for some fun with my sexy little superstar?" Brian asked playfully.
All three boys nodded emphatically. Josh suddenly looked a little nervous. Chris caught it immediately and said, "Why don't Josh and I save our seats here while you guys go play?"
"Sounds like a plan!" Brian said happily as he stood, giving Josh a casual fist-bump as he took the seat.
As Danny let Brian lead him and the other boys away, he glanced back to see Chris sitting with his arm around Josh, chatting casually. He shot them both a happy smile.
"Where are we going?" Q-Ball asked.
"To get some privacy," Brian said casually. "I know you Crestwood boys are pretty open about stuff, but I thought you might not fancy a shag in the middle of the dance floor."
"Yeah, appreciated," Ian giggled.
Brian led the four boys to the rear of the party tent's stage. With the earlier announcements of the football results completed and no live entertainment planned for the night, it was deserted, the only place to really get any privacy without heading back into one of the school's buildings.
"Okay lads," Brian said as they finally stopped. "Just to let you know, the injury we mentioned earlier means Danny's not... necessarily at his best for sex stuff. Just like the football, I'm sure he'll be back to handling your balls at his normal skill level next year!"
"Ha, there's the joke!" Q-Ball sniggered, having avoided it earlier.
"But he can still have some fun. The hands and mouth still work and feel free to touch at will, but be gentle and don't take it personally if he doesn't cum," Brian explained. "All that aside, let's get you guys started!"
The three boys stood facing Danny nervously, nobody daring to make the first move, though Clover did say quietly, "You don't need to cum for us to enjoy you!"
Danny smiled back at the comment.
"Right, Danny, who's getting their kit off first?" Brian asked, moving behind the three boys.
Danny looked back and forth across the others. All three were fairly well-built, their apparent interest in sport showing in their physiques, though Q-Ball was easily the tallest, standing a good ten centimetres above the other two. The taller boy was much like Danny in his pale complexion, blonde hair and blue eyes, while Ian and Clover were both brunettes with soft brown eyes. Ian's face was round, with a slight remnant of puppy fat, while Clover's face was slender with a strong jawline and cheekbones.
"Let's go with... Clover first!" Danny smiled.
Brian wasted no time in grabbing the boy's t-shirt and whipping it up and off. Before he really had time to object, Brian had reached around from behind and undone his jeans, then yanked them down along with his underwear. The thirteen-year-old instinctively cupped his hands over his cock and balls as he was exposed to Danny. The other two laughed at his apparent embarrassment, looking their friend up and down.
"Feet!" Brian prompted, tapping Clover's left foot, which he lifted, his trainer being pulled off along with the jeans and underwear before repeating with the other foot. With one boy naked, Brian looked over to Danny and said, "T-shirt!"
Danny smiled and obliged. The smile was partly from the whole situation playing out before him, but largely from the sudden realisation that he could now remove his own t-shirt easily with very little pain, a definite sign of progress in his recovery.
"And next?" Brian asked.
"Q-Ball!" Danny said, then frowned and asked, "Why Q-ball? Isn't that normally for baldies?"
The boy had his t-shirt quickly removed, then smiled at Danny as he said, "Well my name's Quentin, which is where the Q part comes from."
"And the other part?" Danny asked as he watched Brian undoing the boy's trousers.
"Well..." Q-Ball said, waiting a moment until Brian removed the rest of his clothes. Unlike Clover, the boy showed no sign of covering up as he grinned and said, "As you can see... big balls!"
Danny chuckled and nodded. "Ah yeah, makes sense!" The other boy was not exaggerating. While his cock was probably slightly above average for a boy of their age, his balls were huge, hanging heavily beneath the flaccid cock and small patch of blonde pubes.
"Danny," Brian prompted as he finished removing Q-Ball's clothing.
Danny needed no more instruction than that. He undid his jeans and pushed them down to mid-thigh, allowing them to drop the rest of the way. Without leaning down, he pulled his trainers off with his feet them stepped out of the jeans. He blushed a little as he felt the eyes of the other three home in on his underwear. While he had softened a little since his earlier humiliation-induced erection, he was already hard once again, tenting his boxers proudly as he beheld the two naked boys, about to be three..
"I guess that leaves Ian!" Brian smiled, grabbing the last boy's t-shirt.
"Fuck!" Danny exclaimed as the boy's body was exposed.
Brian stopped his strip momentarily to peer round, seeing the boy's ripped torso. "Dude. Nice!" Brian nodded, offering a fist bump.
Ian chuckled and said, "Thanks!"
"Seriously!" Danny said, stepping forward, momentarily forgetting anything else. "Can I?" he asked Ian, blushing a little. When he got a nod in response, he reached out with both hands to caress the clearly-defined pecs and the ridges of his abs. "Ffffuck!"
"Never fails," Clover sniggered, shaking his head.
"Sorry," Danny giggled, taking a step back. "You guys are hot too!"
"It's okay, we're used to it!" Q-Ball smirked.
Brian finished stripping the boy, but much like Clover, Ian covered up when his underwear was removed.
Not even waiting to be prompted this time, Danny pushed down his underwear, smiling awkwardly as his erection sprang free.
"I swear you've grown. We'll have to measure you again soon!" Brian said as he stared for a moment at his naked boyfriend.
"I haven't really cum for a few months. It's probably not grown so much as... inflated!" Danny said with a shrug.
The Crestwood boys looked to Brian who grinned and said, "It's okay to laugh at that!" which they all did, relieving a little of the tension. "So," Brian said, tossing aside the discarded clothing from all four. "One mouth plus two hands plus three boys... I'm sure you can all work out the answer!"
"Mouth first!" Q-Ball immediately yelped, getting annoyed grunts from the others.
"Relax, you can all take a turn. He's very good at sucking!" Brian said. "Oh, but first... Danny, turn to the side for a moment!"
Danny blushed, knowing what was coming. He turned to the side and all three of the others stared delightedly as the profile of his bubble butt came into view.
"Damn, girl!" Clover chuckled.
"Yeah, my baby got booty!" Brian said proudly. "And if you come back when he's better, I'm sure we'll be happy to give you a go!"
"Do I get any say in this?" Danny sniggered.
"If you did, what would you say?" Brian asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well..." Danny said, taking a deep breath. "I'd probably say... if you come back when I'm better I'll be happy to give you a go! But it's still nice to be asked!"
"Cute," Brian sniggered. "Now, on your knees!" he ordered
Danny did as he was told, only wincing a little as he knelt down. It would certainly test his endurance to hold the position for as long as it was going to take to pleasure the three boys, but he was certainly up for the challenge!
Q-Ball wasted no time in moving into place, his cock already stiffening at the prospect before Danny even got his mouth around it. Ian and Clover both moved into place either side of him, but awkwardly kept their hands over their cocks.
"Come on lads, he can't give you a handy if you can't even get your dicks out!" Brian encouraged them.
Glancing at his two friends, Ian sighed and dropped his hands away, revealing he was already hard, though his dick stood at just ten centimetres, looking somewhat small compared to Danny's near-fifteen. Danny didn't seem to care though, he happily glanced to the side and then wrapped his hand around it.
Clover blushed heavily as he finally moved his hands too, a long flaccid cock dangling down. Danny took hold and began stroking, feeling it slowly swell in his grip. It grew... and grew... and grew! By the time he felt it reach full firmness, it felt massive. He let his eyes dart to the side and gasped, "Fuck!" though it was muffled by Q-Ball's dick and made him cough and splutter for a moment, pulling off.
"Damn, imagine your body," he said, looking to Ian, "Your cock," he looked to Clover, "And your balls," he looked to Q-Ball, "All on one person! Fuck!" Giggling at the thought, he got back to work sucking and stroking.
The four boys were quiet, aside from the slurping of Danny's mouth and the gentle, suppressed moans of pleasure.
Brian kept circling the boys, aroused by the sight of his boyfriend with the others, but happy to leave them playing together rather than getting directly involved. He stopped behind Danny and knelt down, then reached his arms around to caress the boy's body. He tweaked Danny's nipples slightly, hearing a pleasured moan in response, then lowered his hand to the boy's erection.
Everything still technically worked down there. He was able to pee and definitely able to ejaculate, as proven by the many nocturnal emissions, the problem was a lack of sensation. While normal feeling for the boy would have been a ten, it had been reduced to a zero from the accident and it was very slow in returning, only a one on the scale when he returned to the school and up to a two more recently. Even though Danny couldn't feel a great deal of it, he still moaned happily at what little stimulation he got. Playing with the three Crestwood boys was already exciting, but sharing it with Brian just made it all the more arousing.
"Doing okay?" Brian whispered in Danny's ear.
"Mmm-huh," Danny hummed back, eagerly continuing to suck on Q-Ball, occasionally releasing his erection to lap at his hefty balls.
"Okay, time for a swap!" Brian said as he stood back, relieved that Danny seemed okay.
Q-Ball reluctantly moved aside, swapping places with Ian who let out a happy, shuddery moan as he felt Danny's mouth around his dick.
Brian continued circling, though the four boys were too entranced in each other to really even notice anything he was doing. The fact that the whole party was going on just on the other side of the stage's rear curtain didn't seem to bother the boys, or in Danny's case, simply added to the thrill.
With another prompt from Brian, they switched once more and Danny finally got his mouth around Clover's massive cock, much to his obvious delight, his own dick throbbing and oozing pre-cum.
"Hey lads, let's see how well you can time it. Let's see all three of you cum on my little cum-sluts' face at the same time!" Brian suggested.
"Fuck yes!" Ian declared excitedly, then blushed and said, "Erm... I mean..."
"Mate, it's okay," Q-Ball giggled, patting his friend's arm. "And yeah, I'm in!"
"Okay, but... I'm close!" Clover gasped, his dick still in Danny's mouth.
"Okay," the others agreed. They gently knocked Danny's hands away and took over, stroking their own dicks rapidly as Clover pulled out and did the same.
Danny grinned over at Brian who was slowly edging away, suspecting he knew what was about to happen. He took hold of his own cock, stroking it rapidly. Excited as he was by the whole situation, he actually felt like he might be able to cum. The mixture of prolonged abstinence, the sight of the three masturbating boys and a niggling feeling about what Brian was up to all added up to a truly scintillating feeling.
"Okay, I'm nearly there," Ian gasped. "Like, ten seconds!"
"Yeah!" the others agreed breathlessly.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven," Ian counted down, his voice getting higher and higher pitched as he grew closer to release. "Six, five, four!"
"Oh fuck!" Clover gasped.
"Three, two... fuuuuuuck!" Ian yelped.
The three boys crossed the line in almost perfect synchronicity... just as the stage curtain flew open. Three loads shot over Danny's face as the massive crowd of Kingswood and Crestwood boys began to notice what was happening.
"Oh fuck!" Clover yelped out, turning mid-orgasm to scurry away. Ian and Q-Ball ran too, looking for their clothes for a moment before simply running away as they realised they couldn't find them.
Left naked on stage with cum on his face, Danny finally erupted into his first proper orgasm in months. Even if he hadn't been stuck in place from the pain and stiffness of his injury, the orgasm was debilitatingly-intense, several massive spurts flying across the stage as the crowd began bursting into cheers, laughter and applause.
Gasping his way through the final few moments of his release, Danny looked out to his side at the crowd, smiled awkwardly and gave a little wave as the curtain pulled closed again.
Brian quickly rushed over to help Danny up.
"I fucking knew you were gonna do that!" Danny said, shaking his head.
"And yet you did it all anyway!" Brian grinned.
"Brian, I just cummed!" Danny said, almost in tears.
"Yeah, in front of the whole school!" Brian sniggered.
"Not the point!" Danny insisted.
"No, but still worth mentioning!" Brian giggled. "Come on, let's get your clothes back on. I should probably return the others' too, before they..."
"BASTARD!" Ian screamed as he ran back, the curtain now closed.
"WHERE'S OUR CLOTHES?" Clover demanded, following his friend.
"That was fun," Q-Ball grinned as he watched Brian move to where he had hidden their clothes. He moved to Danny, who looked exhausted... and thoroughly slutty with spunk dripping down his face. "Already looking forward to next time!" he giggled, kissing Danny's cheek on a spunkless spot.
Sunday 28 March 2021
"You ready to kick some ass?" Isaac asked as he approached Rob.
"Yup. And after that, we're gonna play some rugby!" Rob grinned back at the Year 10 captain. He was flanked by his three dormmates, Patrick, Alex and Luke.
"We just came to wish you luck!" Alex said with a sincere smile. It had been three weeks since Alex and Rob broke up and the most bizarre thing had happened. After stating they both still wanted to be friends, they had... remained friends! Alex had joked a few times that he was worried let's just be friends' was a polite way of saying I never want to see you again' but so far, he and Rob had made the transition exceptionally smoothly.
"Aww, thanks," Rob said, happily accepting a hug from the older boy, finished with a quick peck on the cheek.
"Are you sure you two broke up?" Patrick sniggered.
"Some of us are capable of handling affection outside of romantic relationships, thank you!" Alex replied pointedly. As the others stared back at him, he frowned and asked, "Too much?"
"Just a bit. I'd have gone with a much simpler, shut up twat-face, but hey, you do you!" Isaac offered happily.
Rob grinned at the banter. Things may not have worked out with Alex, but their time together had resulted in the friendship he could now see developing between Alex and his dormmates.
"Yeah, good luck mate," Luke suddenly said, stepping forward to also give the Year 8 captain a hug.
Rob held Luke and it felt like the world stopped for a moment. While the decision to end the relationship with Alex had been mutual, both having their own reasons, Rob's reason was the world-stopping hug-giver holding him right then. And yet, ever since the break-up, Rob had barely seen him.
As Luke pulled away and motion returned to the world, Rob let out a slight sigh, holding the older boy's gaze for a few moments.
"Anyway, we've wished you luck, we're gonna go find some space in the stands, maybe at the Crestwood end!" Isaac grinned, starting to walk away. As Patrick shook his head, Isaac added, "What? Some of those guys are HOT!"
"And he's already been through all the Kingswood guys!" Alex teased. "He needs some more victims!"
Rob sniggered as the three boys walked away, seemingly not noticing Luke lagging behind them. "Luke!" Rob called out, prompting him to look back.
"Yeah?" Luke enquired, looking quite happy to have been stopped. He took a small step back towards Rob.
"Why... haven't you asked me out yet?" Rob asked, wishing he had given some thought to a more tactful way of discussing it. Danny had told him weeks ago to just talk to Luke, but Rob had kept putting it off, convinced Luke would ask him out any day now.
"Oh, and what makes you think I'm even interested?" Luke asked bluntly, straight-faced. As Rob blushed and stuttered to reply, Luke grinned and said, "Ha, kidding. You know I am!"
"Dick!" Rob smirked. "So... why?"
"Mate, you JUST broke up with someone. A friend of mine too, but regardless of that, it's been, like no time at all!" Luke explained.
"Oh," Rob said glumly.
"I mean, first of all, I didn't know if you were even ready to date someone else..." Luke started.
"I am!" Rob blurted out urgently.
Luke grinned and nodded. "But secondly... I... like you, Rob. Quite a lot which is why I didn't wanna be your... rebound guy. I wanted things to be right, so I didn't wanna rush anything. But if you're saying you're ready..."
"I am!" Rob repeated.
"Well then how about this?" Luke said, moving a little closer. "Your team's doing pretty well. Perfect record so far, right?"
"Yeah," Rob said cautiously.
"Then let's say if you win this match, I'll ask you out but if you lose... I don't!" Luke suggested. "Now that'll really give you something to play for!"
Rob shook his head, sniggering. "That's so stupid... I love it. Okay, then... I guess I'll see you after the match!" he said excitedly.
"I'm sure you'll hear me cheering!" Luke said happily.
"For which side?" Rob asked playfully.
"Oh come on, you already know..." Luke said, walking away. As he stopped and looked back he smirked and said, "Crestwood, of course!"
The Year 8 match was just getting underway when Chris shuffled along the bench towards James. "Unusual to see you out here!" Chris said quietly.
James shrugged. "I don't care for the sport, but I'll always support my friends," he said casually.
"I thought you might... be taking some quiet time alone to... think about things," Chris said, trying poorly to sound casual.
James huffed and scowled at the other boy. It had been two weeks since James had been asked to make a big decision about his future. Chris had been with him when he got told the full details, as well as the deadline for when an answer was due. James still had another three weeks, but that hadn't stopped Chris trying to talk to him about it at every opportunity.
"You're not very subtle, you know!" James complained.
Chris nodded. "Oh I know. I'm a lot of things but subtle really isn't one of them," he said, perfectly aware. "So you had any more thoughts on it?"
"Plenty!" James answered bluntly.
"And?" Chris prompted after a few seconds of silence.
There was a sudden roar from the crowd.
"What happened?" Chris asked, looking round.
"Someone... did a thing... with the ball. I don't know!" James shrugged.
"Thanks. Helpful!" Chris said sarcastically. "So as I was saying... and?"
"And... nothing!" James said, frustrated at the persistent questioning.
"What, so you're not leaning either way yet?" Chris asked incredulously. "That's not possible!"
"I don't LEAN. I make decisions. And I haven't made a decision yet, okay?" James said curtly.
"Well are you... telling anyone else about it?" Chris asked, unsubtly looking ahead to David.
"No!" James said, frowning as he shook his head. "There's no need. I already know what he'd say!"
"And what's that?" Chris asked, curious to know what James thought.
"Well he'd tell me to turn it down, obviously. He wouldn't want me to leave the dorm!" James said, like it was obvious.
Chris nodded but remained silent for a moment. When he realised James wasn't going to offer anything else, he said, "I saw you two going into a shower together this morning. Again!"
"That's... it's just... shut up. That's none of your business!" James blushed.
"It kind of is," Chris replied with a slight shrug. As James frowned at him, he said, "I love David like a little brother and I don't wanna see him get hurt."
As James nodded, looking a little down, he felt Chris' arm around him.
"Just to be clear, I love you like a brother too and I don't wanna see you get hurt either!" Chris said with a smile.
"Hnnh, that's nice," James said, smiling meekly. "I've never had a friend say the L word to me before!"
"No, most friends don't do that!" Chris admitted before flashing a cheesy grin as he said, "But I'm not most friends!"
The final whistle was only seconds away and Rob was frantically trying to encourage the team. The score had been tied for several minutes now and all he could think about was Luke. Try as they might, the two teams ended at somewhat of a standstill skill-wise as the final seconds ticked down.
The final whistle blew and the crowd erupted into cheers, along with the Kingswood team. It wasn't a victory, but with the score tied, both teams would end up progressing to Round Two, so the entire stand was in uproar at their shared success.
Rob felt himself being mobbed by his team, all excited with the final result and the prospect of moving on in the tournament, but all Rob could think about was Luke. With the crowd on their feet and the players surrounding him, Rob had lost sight of the older boy. Figuring his attention was needed elsewhere, he tried to forget him, congratulating his teammates for a job well done before moving on to shake hands with the opposition.
"Congratulations!" Mr Cunningham called out as he approached the team. "That was a tough match, but a good one. Nice job all of you."
"Thanks sir!" most of the boys chorused.
"Now go get showered up, year twelve are up next and they'll want you cheering for them," Mr Cunningham said happily, waving the boys off.
"Hey Rob, fancy a shower?" the Crestwood captain asked quietly.
As had become tradition, the captains of the two schools' teams had gotten together the previous day for sexual shenanigans, though Rob hadn't quite connected with any of them the way he had with Jazz from Fothergills a few weeks earlier. Rob considered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Nah, I kinda need to see someone. But I guess we'll be seeing you in Round Two, so maybe we can... shower then!" He flashed the other boy a smile and got one in return.
"Sounds good to me," the other boy said before running off after his team.
Rob sighed as he glanced over at the stands, still unable to spot Luke.
"Looking for me?" Luke asked, pinching Rob's butt and making him jump.
"Get off!" Rob yelped as he jumped aside, giggling.
"Good match!" Luke said, smiling politely.
"Thanks," Rob said back. "Coulda been... a bit better," he shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess," Luke agreed quietly.
Rob sighed quietly and said, "So... the deal was win and you ask me out, lose and you don't... what happens on a tie?"
"What would you... like to happen on a tie?" Luke grinned.
"I... think that should make it... your call!" Rob suggested, slightly worried that he had backed the older boy into a corner he might want to get out of.
"Good idea," Luke nodded. "So... what should I do..." he mused, stroking his chin to look extra thoughtful. Rob was looking increasingly uncomfortable. "I think... that what I've decided... is..." he was deliberately dragging it out to tease Rob who looked just about ready to pass out. "That I don't..." Rob looked nauseous, "... see any reason I shouldn't..." Rob looked hopeful, "... turn down..." Rob looked distraught, "... the idea of staying single!"
Rob looked hopeful again, but still confused as he demanded, "Just say it already!"
Luke sniggered as he started, "Rob, would you like to..."
"Yes!" Rob yelped out, lunging forward to grab Luke in a passionate kiss. He let got for a moment, keeping his arms wrapped around the older boy as he scowled and said, "You're an absolute wanker, but yes!"
They kissed again, oblivious to the boys and teachers passing around them.
"Mikey moaned with pleasure as he clung tightly to his boyfriend, arms clung tightly around his neck, his legs wrapped around Nicky's waist as the massive cock fucked him!"
"Mikey, narrating!" Nicky growled at his boyfriend's unusual habit.
"Oh, sorry," Mikey mumbled. He was so lost in the sensations of riding Nicky he hadn't noticed he was doing it. Stopping himself from doing any more, he buried his face in Nicky's neck, kissing and sucking on it as he remained pinned against the wall, held up by the taller boy.
"Ah, oh yeah, fuck," Nicky whispered as he slowly thrust away into Mikey's hole. Nicky loved having two boyfriends for many reasons, but the variety of encounters available to him was certainly one of them. He could be with Mikey and Chris together, which usually meant him taking a dominant role and ordering the two boys around. He could be with just Chris, which was normally just a relaxed and fun time, usually focused on mutual oral stimulation. He could let Mikey and Nicky go at it together and just watch, as he often liked to do, pleasuring himself while they entertained him. Or there was his time alone with Mikey, doubtlessly his most passionate option.
Mikey loved getting fucked and he could take it a lot harder than Chris. The two loved trying out a range of positions and angles, always excited to find one that could push Mikey towards a hands-free orgasm, or at least get him close enough that it took minimal stimulation to make him cum at the same time as Nicky.
Their current position was fun, and certainly encouraged their usual roles of Nicky in charge and Mikey subservient, though Nicky suspected he would need to give Mikey a fair bit of extra stimulation after to make him cum. That was a problem for later though, for now he could feel the exciting sensation of an approaching orgasm.
Without warning, Nicky slammed hard one final time into Mikey, pressing him against the wall and kissing him as he shot his load inside the smaller boy. When the kiss finally parted and Nicky's large cock slid out of his lover, he gently lowered him to the ground, then turned him around and took hold of his cock, his other hand casually roaming his slight, slender frame.
"Mmm, I love you Nicky!" Mikey mumbled mindlessly as he was stroked towards climax.
"I love you too," Nicky whispered back before nibbling playfully at Mikey's ear and neck.
A few moments later, Mikey spurted his load, panting heavily as he grasped tightly onto Nicky's arms. They parted and kissed once more before quietly showering off together.
When Mikey finally turned the shower off, he grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist. Frowning at the full set of clothes hanging on the back of the door, he shook his head and said, "Just come back to the dorm in your towel!"
"We've covered this," Nicky scowled. "I'm just... not comfortable like that!"
"And you never will be if you don't start doing it!" Mikey insisted. "Ugh, fine, do what you need to do, but I'm not hanging around. See you back at the dorm!" He unlocked the door and stepped out.
Nicky locked the door behind him and continued drying off, shaking his head. He knew Mikey was right, but at the same time it felt like he could have been at least a little more supportive. When he heard a knock at the door, he smiled. Maybe Mikey felt bad too. He unlocked the door and opened it a little, peering through the gap. It was pushed open a little.
"No!" Nicky yelped, seeing Angel stood there. The last time the Year 7s had accosted him in the showers he had ended up having to run naked back to his dorm, a moment that still lingered in his more unpleasant dreams.
"Can you let me in?" Angel requested.
"No, piss off!" Nicky snapped.
"Please, I just wanna talk," Angel pleaded.
"Yeah, I'm not that gullible!" Nicky said angrily. "Now go away!" He heard a gentle sigh, followed by footsteps and finally the door put to the hallway opening. He felt sick and his hands were shaking, but at least he had managed to avoid more suffering at the hands of the little bastards.
"I like when we have visitors," David said thoughtfully. "But I like when they leave too!"
"Huh, you sound like my Dad!" Danny sniggered. "Where's Nicky?" he asked Mikey as he joined the others on the sofas.
Mikey rolled his eyes. "Getting dressed in the shower, like always!" he said with a sigh.
"He's lucky to have such a supportive boyfriend," Danny said, raising an eyebrow, then grinned and said, "And Mikey too!"
"Fuck you. I'm supportive as fuck!" Mikey growled. "I just wish Nicky could see himself the way I see him!"
The others all exchanged glances for a moment.
"That may be the nicest thing I've ever heard Mikey say!" David smiled sweetly as he sat swinging back and forth on a desk chair.
James reached out from a chair beside David and span him, then said, "I think it's the ONLY nice thing I've ever heard Mikey say!" Mikey flipped him off in return.
"Hey, there he is!" Danny said happily as Nicky entered the dorm.
"What did I do?" Nicky asked, freezing in place. Already distracted by what had happened with Angel, the greeting caught him a little off guard.
"Nothing," Danny sniggered. "It's just you were the only one not here."
"Well, here I am!" Nicky smiled, trying to put aside what had happened in the shower. "Oh, now who to sit with?" he mused playfully. While Josh and Rob were sat together on one of the sofas, Mikey, Chris and Danny were all sat sprawled out on separate ones.
"You should sit with your favourite," James said, always eager to stir things a little.
"Hey, good plan!" Nicky nodded.
Mikey and Chris both stared at each other, eyes narrowing. By the time they were done staring each other down, they turned to see Nicky sat cuddling up to Danny. "Heyyyy!" they whined in unison.
Nicky shrugged and said, "The heart wants what it wants!"
"Fine by me, but you're telling Brian!" Danny chuckled.
"Hey, Rob's new boyfriend could always tell him!" Josh said, grinning broadly.
"Wow, you can keep `I'm being abused' a secret for most of your freaking life, but this secret doesn't even last six hours!" Rob said, shaking his head.
The others stared at Josh, waiting for a reaction at the teasing mention of his years of abuse. As he burst into laughter, everyone else joined in, taking his reaction as permission to do so.
"Sorry, forgot to mention, we decided it's been long enough and is now an appropriate subject for jokes!" Rob said with a coy smile.
"Yeah yeah yeah, adorable and not at all harmful," Danny dismissed it casually, "But... new boyfriend?"
"Luke!" the rest chorused.
"Who's Luke?" Danny asked, frowning a little.
"Rob's new boyfriend, keep up!" Nicky teased.
Danny sighed as the others laughed. It was something he was coming across increasingly often. His time away had made him miss a lot, but he had been slow catching up because their usual routine of sitting together for meals seemed to have stopped in his absence. Not wanting to draw attention to that, as everyone else seemed fine with it, he just said, "I think this is the first time all of us have hung out together since the day I got back!"
The others thought about, nodding and quietly agreeing, but they didn't seem at all bothered by it, so Danny just sighed again and stayed quiet.
"I can't believe the weekend's over already. I swear we were only in double history like two hours ago!" Josh grumbled.
"Yeah, but five more days then it's Easter break!" Chris grinned happily.
"Can't. Fucking. Wait!" Josh declared happily, nudging Rob.
"Oh yeah, big plans!" Chris grinned.
"Huh?" Danny grunted, not following.
"We're spending Easter break together. Josh is coming to my house for a week but I'm spending the first week at his foster-mansion!" Rob chuckled.
"It's not a mansion. It's just... roomy!" Josh grinned.
"We're stealing your idea!" David said excitedly.
"We?" Rob asked.
David nodded. "James and I. He asked me to come stay with him for a week, then we're having a week at his place!"
Chris shot James a slight frown, curious to know what their plans meant in relation to James' future in the dorm.
"Hey, snap!" Nicky grinned. "Same here!"
"Oh, orgy at your place again, is it?" Josh chuckled, knowing the throuple had spent the previous half-term together at Nicky's place.
Nicky sighed gently and shook his head. "Nah, just Mikey this time!"
"Wow, thanks," Mikey complained, getting a kiss blown at him in response. "And you didn't tell them the STUPID part!"
"It's not stupid!" Nicky insisted. As the others looked at him questioningly, he explained, "I suggested doing what you guys are doing, a week at each other's house!"
"So you get to go to Mikey's place?" Josh asked, grinning.
"Yup," Nicky grinned, getting an annoyed huff from Mikey.
Chris pouted. "Oh, so me and Danny are the only ones going home alone? That sucks!"
"Actually," Danny smiled. "I found out today that I'm going to be spending Easter at Blane's house!"
"Oh, so just me going home alone! Great!" Chris harumphed.
Danny raised his hand as James went to speak and said, "Give him a moment, he'll get there!" The rest of the boys all laughed as they waited for Chris to catch on.
"Wait!" Chris said, frowning for a moment before turning to look at Danny. "You're going to... but Blane's house is..." He stared at Danny, his jaw slowly dropping as his eyes widened. "You're coming to my house! Like... like... for real?"
Danny nodded, smirking.
The squee of delight Chris let out was almost inhuman as he charged at Danny, then paused not wanting to hurt him and just grabbed him as enthusiastically as he dared.
"Oh god, what have I let myself in for?" Danny sniggered, shaking his head.
IMPORTANT NOTE – To follow the events over Easter, look out for the Book Two side story, `A Very Kingswood Easter' posting from next week. The story will follow Chris and Danny for five chapters as they spend the Easter break at Chris' family home, Rob and Josh for two chapters as they get to meet each other's families and finally Nicky and Mikey for two chapters as they spend the break together.
The Kingswood Eight will resume with Chapter 28 following the conclusion of A Very Kingswood Easter, then resume posting new chapters every Friday. Enjoy!
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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