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The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 29
Friday 23 April 2021
"I love it when we have home games in the tournaments," Chris said as he sat leaning casually against Nicky, the two boys looking out across the grounds as a coach pulled up into the car park. "It's like someone ordered cute-boy takeaway!"
"Oy, I made that joke last term, get your own material!" Nicky grumbled.
"Mmm-huh, yeah, totally," Chris said blankly.
"Yeah, we've lost him," Danny said with a grin. "You'll be lucky to get a full sentence out of him until that lot go home now!"
"I'm just gonna... go for a..." Chris started, getting up and wandering over towards the emerging crowd of football and rugby players. He didn't even try to finish the sentence.
"I'd be annoyed if he wasn't so freakin' cute," Nicky sniggered. He waited a few moments then asked Danny quietly, "Did... erm... did Mikey talk to you about... something?"
Danny raised an eyebrow at the other boy, smirked a little and said, "Might need a bit more to go on than that! We talk about a lot of things."
"Oh, yeah, erm..." Nicky mumbled. "Like... maybe something that happened... over Easter!"
The smirk dropped from Danny's face as he nodded and said, "Oh, yeah, that!"
"So, he told you what happened?" Nicky asked awkwardly.
"Hmm, not so much," Danny said, thinking carefully about how much to share. It had taken him a lot of a work and even more time to earn Mikey's trust and respect and he didn't want to go and blow it now. As Nicky frowned at him, he elaborated, "He didn't really say WHAT happened, he just said SOMETHING happened and that he..." Danny paused and a took a breath, thinking. "Well... he didn't feel good about it! Wanna tell me what went down?"
Nicky remained silent for a moment until Danny shuffled closer to him, taking the spot Chris had just vacated and casually put an arm around his waist. Giving the other boy a meek smile, Nicky nodded and said, "So we met up with some of my old school friends and we were all hanging out and I thought we were getting on great, but... the next time we met up, Mikey had gone on ahead of me and by the time I arrived, he was trying to beat the crap outta them!"
"Yeah, that's kinda what Mikey said," Danny nodded, holding back a little.
"I just... don't know why he flips out like that," Nicky said, shaking his head.
"I... kinda got the impression they said some unpleasant stuff. It sounds a bit like he was just standing up for himself," Danny explained. Unsure if Mikey had told him parts that he had held back from Nicky, he added a cautious, "Or someone he cares about!"
"Yeah, yeah," Nicky said, nodding thoughtfully. "I kinda get that, it's just..." he paused, unsure he wanted to say what he was thinking. Not so much because he didn't want Danny to hear it, but because he didn't want to hear himself say it.
"Just what?" Danny urged Nicky as he fell silent.
Nicky turned to look Danny in the eye. His cheeks were pale and his eyes watery as he said barely louder than a whisper, "Danny, I think I'm scared of him!"
"Scared... how?" Danny asked softly.
Nicky's gaze lowered as he explained shamefully, "This morning, we were just sitting together, and he moved suddenly. It was nothing bad, he was just grabbing his phone, but... I flinched."
"Hey, come on," Danny said, grabbing hold of both of Nicky's hands in his own as he looked up into his dour face. "You know he is fucking loves you. He'd NEVER hurt you!"
"I know, I know," Nicky nodded. "That's what's so confusing. I KNOW he wouldn't hurt me, but... I'm still scared, and I don't know how to handle it!"
Danny paused for a moment as he continued to stare at Nicky. "Pretty sure you know what my advice is gonna be," he said with a slight smile.
"Get naked in public and humiliate myself?" Nicky suggested with a smirk. "But that's your solution to everything!"
"Oh. Oh, you're SO funny!" Danny said flatly. "And here I was trying to actually help!"
"Go on then, help!" Nicky encouraged him, forcing a straight face.
Danny sighed and started, "You just need to..."
"Get caught up in some massive disaster that totally takes over everything else going on in the school?" Nicky suggested, bursting into giggles.
Danny folded his arms, pouting moodily. "You're a dick!" he grumbled.
"I know right," Nicky said unapologetically. "But yeah, I know what you're gonna say, I should just talk to him, right?"
"Yeah, pretty much," Danny nodded. As he looked round and spotted Joseph approaching, he asked, "You gonna be okay?"
Nicky looked round too and smiled at the approaching Year 11 boy, then back to Danny and said, "Yeah, yeah, I'm good. You go do... whatever it is you guys do!" he sniggered.
Danny leaned to the side, gave Nicky a peck on the cheek then got up to head towards Joseph. "What up, boss man!" he said playfully.
"Hey, you," Joseph said cheerfully, giving Danny a quick hug. "Everything okay? You said you needed to meet!"
"Yeah," Danny nodded, "I just... wanted to hang out, that's all!"
Joseph eyed the boy suspiciously. They hadn't just hung out' since Danny's return. In fact, they hadn't done it all year. While he obviously missed the boy, this was something his own mentor had prepared him for. If you raise them right, you don't actually raise them for long!' the elder student had told Joseph, and so far, he was proving to be right. "Mmm-huh," Joseph hummed, sucking on his teeth. "Do you actually WANT to hang out, or do you just feel like you have to?"
Danny looked at the older boy and shrugged. "Can't it be both?" he asked with a cheeky grin.
Joseph chuckled and nodded. "I guess so!" he said, putting an arm around Danny's shoulders.
"So, how's revision going?" Danny asked, knowing his mentor was on the brink of starting his GCSE exams.
"Ugh, revision SUCKS soooo much," Joseph groaned. "I didn't care about most of this crap the first time I learned it. Can you guess how many fucks I give about it now?"
"I'm thinking probably none," Danny sniggered. His mentor's attitude to study was much like his own, in that it was unavoidable but definitely not something enjoyable or remotely desirable. It was one of the many reasons they got on so well.
"Yup, pretty much," Joseph agreed. "But on the bright side, my mind's been wandering a lot," he added with a devilish grin. He paused a moment and said, "Hey Danny, guess what I've been thinking about instead of revising!"
Danny just looked at the older boy and shook his head a little as he shrugged.
Joseph was almost bouncing with anticipation as he said, "One word, Danny! Dares!"
Having given up on trying to drag Chris away from the visiting sports teams, and not yet in the right frame of mind to talk to Mikey about his concerns, Nicky headed back inside the Home Building. As he casually made his way up the stairs, he glanced along the walkway at the door to the shower room. Since the cubicles had been removed over the Easter break, Nicky had not yet ventured into the open-plan room.
In the days that had passed since he made the decision that he couldn't possibly EVER shower in front of other boys, he had resorted to extreme measures. On Sunday, he had gone over to the Sports Complex to shower, but found with utter dismay the cubicles were gone there too, but as the building was abandoned at the time, he had risked a very brief shower and remained unseen, though it was a rare occasion to find the place so empty.
On Monday, he had just decided he would give up showering entirely, though by Wednesday the dry-heaving sounds Mikey made whenever they got close together had quashed that idea. He had waited until long after lights out, sometime around midnight, before sneaking out of the dorm to go and shower alone and in secret.
Last night he had decided to go up to the third floor, as the Year 12 and 13 students had the only remaining shower room with actual cubicles, though he hadn't even made it inside before being challenged by a Year 12 boy who unceremoniously turned him away. He was beginning to resign himself to the fact it would likely have to be sneaking showers in the middle of the night for the next few years, but an idea had struck him as he headed for the dorm.
Passing the door to Mr Trent's apartment, he realised it had its own private bathroom. Most importantly though, thanks to his dual role as Drama Teacher and Master of the First Floor, he was out of the apartment for the vast majority of the day. He made a quick dash to the dorm to grab his towel and shower gear, then hurried back out and quietly knocked on the door. He knew Mr Trent would usually be out at that time, but he still wanted to play it safe.
Glancing round nervously to make sure nobody was watching, he opened the door and crept inside. Within five minutes, he had rushed into the bathroom, stripped off, showered, dried and re-dressed before slipping back out of the apartment unseen. Though his heart was pounding, it was a massive relief to have found another option, at least for the remainder of Year 8! He could definitely manage sneaking into a teacher's room without getting caught every day. What could possibly go wrong!?
Saturday 24 April 2021
It had been an early start for the dorm 1.05 boys as well as the rest of Year 8. Saturday was taken up by the first day of football matches in the SCIPS tournament. They had been drawn in random order as always, with the Year 8 match against Fothergill Academy drawn as the first game of the day. After a quick breakfast, most of the school had headed out towards the Sports Complex to either compete or spectate.
Danny had taken up his normal spot on the bench, still not healthy enough to play after his accident, though he continued to offer expert advice and insight to team captain Aaron as he watched the other team play. While Aaron had been resistant to Danny's input at first, keen to show off his skills as captain and come up with the winning plans and strategies, he couldn't help but accept the advice Danny offered. The game had ended up with a 4-1 victory in favour of the Kingswood team.
Though Danny moved to the stands afterwards to watch the second match of the day, by half-time his energy was flagging a little and he had decided to venture back to the Home Building to nap, accompanied by the ever-supportive Brian. Within moments of them laying down together, Danny had been fast asleep.
"Wakey wakey," Danny heard as consciousness crept back in. He couldn't quite place the voice and flinched a little at the brightness as he opened his eyes. Taking a moment to focus, he found himself staring up at three boys, with Brian no longer at his side where he had been before falling asleep.
"Wha..." Danny mumbled as he slowly realised the boys looming over him were Ian, Q-Ball and Clover, the three boys from the Crestwood rugby team he had been exposed on stage with during their last visit to the school, thanks to a prank by Brian. "Huh?" he grunted, wondering how they had found him and why they were even there.
"It's time for some payback!" Ian said angrily.
"Wh... where's... Brian?" Danny asked, shuffling away from the three as much as he could, though he was soon backed up against the wall with nowhere else to retreat to.
"Oh, we already took care of him!" Q-Ball said with a grin as they stepped aside and allowed Danny to see his boyfriend, tied to a desk chair in just his underwear, seemingly unconscious.
Danny let out a whimper, scared and disoriented.
"And now it's your turn!" Clover said, smiling wickedly. "You're gonna suffer for humiliating us!"
"B... but... b..." Danny stuttered, glancing towards the door. The thought of fleeing, even if he had been nimble enough to get away, which he probably wasn't yet, passed as quickly as it came. There was no way he could leave Brian with these three. God knows what they might do to him... or had already done! "What did you do to Brian?" he demanded shakily.
"We made him pay!" Ian said, grinning as he punched one fist into the opposing palm. "And now it's your turn!"
Danny was pale and looked almost on the verge of tears when he heard a snigger from Brian.
"Fuck it, he heard that!" Clover snapped at the `unconscious' teen.
Brian lifted his head and started laughing before he said, "I couldn't take any more. He was probably about to piss himself! Look at him!"
As the others all started laughing too, Danny looked round in utter confusion and asked, "What's happening?"
"Ah babe, I'm sorry, it's just a prank. I couldn't resist messing with you!" Brian said slightly sheepishly.
"You...it's just..." Danny stuttered, looking round at the giggling boys. "You're all bastards and I hate you all!" he pouted before he reluctantly smirked and added, "But that was a good one! What the hell are you guys even doing here?"
"Well, we said we'd be up for some more fun at out next visit," Ian said with a smile.
"And here we are for our next visit," Q-Ball added.
"So, let's have some fun," Clover said excitedly.
"Yes, good plan!" Brian said happily.
"Nuh-uh," Ian said, shaking his head as he moved over to Brian. "Us!" he said, gesturing to himself, the other two Crestwood boys and Danny, "But not you!"
"Hey, no fair," Brian complained.
Ian grinned mischievously. "Danny, I'm guessing you're with this guy for his looks and not is brains. The big idiot actually let us tie him to the chair properly cos we said it'd make the prank look more real," he explained. "So now, WE get to have some fun and HE... has to just sit there and watch!"
"Oh, that's evil!" Danny said, looking stunned until a grin spread across his face and he added, "I love it!"
"Consider this payback for the party!" Clover said slightly grumpily.
"Is it wrong that I enjoyed it?" Q-Ball asked quietly as he sat on the bed beside Danny.
"Fuck no!" Danny giggled back, having gotten a perverse thrill from the exposure.
"Come on, stop playing," Brian demanded, pulling at his restraints.
"Don't make me gag you!" Ian warned with a smirk. "Just shut up and take your punishment like a man!"
"Fine, just..." Brian started, then glanced at Danny. "Be gentle," he said softly. "Despite what he says, he's still healing!"
As Danny let out a disgruntled moan at Brian's protectiveness, Ian looked at the older boy, then to Danny and back again and smiled. "Don't worry, gentle is exactly the plan!" Seeing a curious look from Danny, he added, "You just relax and let us take care of everything."
"Yes boss," Danny sniggered, shooting a playful smile to Brian. As much as the older boy may have been objecting to Ian's plan, Danny knew that it was a huge turn-on for Brian to see him with other people. The sly smile he got back confirmed his lack of any true objection to what was being 'inflicted' on him.
As Danny allowed the three boys to remove his clothes, he watched happily as they undressed too. Once again he took in the sight of the three naked boys, revelling in the defining feature he most remembered each of them for – Q-Ball with the big balls that had helped bring about the nickname, Clover with the huge dick that would have looked more proportionate on someone named after a donkey rather than a cow and then Ian, with the impressively muscled body, the sort Danny had been working towards at the gym before his accident had set back his progress.
Danny was expecting the usual sort of actions from the three boys – kissing, wanking, sucking – so it was quite a surprise when they mostly just wrapped themselves around him, their bodies pressing against his own. Ian's comment of `gentle is exactly the plan' suddenly made a lot more sense. What they were doing, while incredibly erotic and arousing, seemed to be much more about closeness and affection than sex, and it felt... quite wonderful.
After five months of constant pain, the pleasure, comfort and tenderness of the all-over body contact was astounding, like the emotional equivalent of jumping into a cool swimming pool on a scorchingly hot day. Danny's pain almost melted away into the background as Clover pressed against his back, Q-Ball held himself against Danny's front and Ian's roaming hands explored any parts still visible in the sexy-boy sandwich.
Danny let his eyes flutter closed after a while, mewing happily as he felt their bodies together and then felt lips beginning to explore his neck, back, shoulders, arms, legs. His cock was hard as steel, as were the other three, and while there was more than a fair amount of frotting going on between them, cumming was neither the focus nor the goal.
When Danny finally opened his eyes, he was momentarily confused to be looking at Brian sideways. He had been so engrossed in the sensations that he hadn't even felt the boys moving him into a laying position. Brian's arousal would have been obvious just from the bulge in his underwear, but the sizeable wet patch made it all the more apparent. The two lovers stared into each other for a few moments as Danny continued to revel in the soft supple skin sliding against his own.
None of the boys spoke, instead just following their instinct on whatever felt good to do, the three visitors clearly feeling their own surges of pleasure but remaining focused on Danny.
As the session continued, the boys began to play with themselves a little more, either by hand or rubbing up against Danny. They eventually came one-by-one, even Danny who was amazed at how little stimulation his still slightly-numb cock required after the prolonged erotic contact. It was truly a testament to the excitement and pleasure he was feeling from the three affectionate boys. Just as cumming had not been the goal, it was also not the conclusion, their touching and playing continuing long after, with Q-Ball even cumming a second time as he lay with Danny on top of him, kissing casually while the other two pressed against either side.
It was when Clover shot a second load that things finally came to a stop. Laying in a moment of motionless tranquillity, Danny slipped into a brief momentary doze. As Q-Ball lay beneath the sleeping boy, he reached an arm out to the side and pulled Clover close, the two boys heads gently leaning against each other as they drifted off too.
Ian watched the other three on the bed for a moment, then looked to his other side at the near-naked, restrained Brian. He gave the older teen a brief smile and then gently climbed off the bed. Moving behind the chair, Ian placed his hands on Brian's shoulders, then slowly let them slide down his chest as he leaned in close behind him.
"Enjoy the show?" Ian whispered.
"Whadda you think?" Brian asked, glancing down at his underwear.
Ian leaned forward a little more so he could look down over Brian's shoulder and sniggered. There wasn't really a wet patch anymore, it was more a case of trying to find somewhere on the front of his underwear that was actually dry!
"They seem... close," Brian said quietly, nodding towards Q-Ball and Clover as they dozed with Danny.
Ian let out a gentle sigh. "Yeah," he said softly. "Something... changed with us after out last visit here! We hadn't really... done much stuff like that before, ya know... sex stuff, at least not with each other. It... made things happen!"
"Everything okay?" Brian asked, unable to miss the melancholy tone.
Ian chuckled a little. "Oh, yeah, all good," he said sincerely. "I just meant... those two are pretty much a couple, they just haven't realised it yet!"
Brian nodded thoughtfully. It sounded just like Chris and Danny the previous year. He let out a sigh as he thought about the pair for a moment. "You... don't want to be part of it? You know there's more options than just two-person..."
"Yeah, yeah yeah," Ian interrupted. "We had the poly talk back at Crestwood, but... that's not for me, at least not with them. They're my best mates and... well, friends with benefits now too I suppose too but..." he trailed off.
Brian waited a moment, leaning back slightly against the naked boy who still had his arms clasped around him from behind. "Buuuut?" he prompted.
Ian sighed again. "I don't want to be with someone just because it's... convenient and... and feels nice. I want..." he trailed off again.
Brian tilted his head back once more, looking up at the boy and gave him a silent prompt to go on again.
"I want someone who looks at me the way you look at Danny!" Ian explained, blushing a little.
Brian's cheeks immediately flushed red too. "I... do I... do I do that?" he stuttered awkwardly.
"Oh my god, yes!" Ian said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You two are just one well-timed photo away from being a meme about relationship goals!"
Brian chuckled. If these boys, who they barely even knew had spotted it, there was really no denying it. Not that he ever would deny it. He adored Danny more than anyone or anything in the world and he knew Danny... definitely loved him back. "Yeah," Brian sighed. Nodding a little as he went on, "I love him so fucking much it hurts. Like... when he's not around it feels like I can't breathe!"
"Fuck!" Ian exclaimed, touched to hear the depth of his feelings. He gave Brian a tight squeeze as he added, "So his accident... I'm guessing that was pretty... tough on you, right?"
Brian's breath caught in his throat, barely managing to avoid crying in front of the younger boy.
"Sorry," Ian immediately apologised. "Of course, it was tough on you. How could it not be. Stupid question. I'm just glad he's okay and you're back together. You two just... fit!"
"Thanks," Brian said, smiling as he nuzzled his head back against Ian's muscled chest. "And... erm... I'm sorry... about the prank!"
Ian sniggered, shaking his head. "It's okay. I think Crestwood is a lot like Kingswood. We got a bit of teasing, but mostly we just got guys saying it was really hot. And I tell ya... Q-Ball fucking loved it too. I swear he's a bigger perv than Danny!"
"Oh, that's not possible," Brian argued, "But I'm glad it's all okay!" He paused a moment then asked gingerly, "So does that mean... you might untie me?"
"Hmmm, nah," Ian smirked as he shook his head. He let a hand slide down Brian's stomach as he added quietly, "But I could let you cum!"
"Yeah, I think I'm okay with that," Brian said happily.
Ian moved round in front of him, then began tugging at his underwear, the older boy shifting from one butt cheek to the other to let him work them down to mid-thigh. Though he had softened a little while they chatted, he was so horny that he was already back to full, leaky firmness by the time his cock sprang free.
"Wow, we'll have to measure you against Clover some time. It'll definitely be close!" Ian giggled as he took hold of the ample appendage.
"Fuck," Brian gasped as he felt the slender fingers wrap around it. "This... this won't take me long!"
"I'll take that as a compliment," Ian chuckled.
"Take it as whatever you like, just so long as you take it," Brian said with a grin, leaning back firmly against the boy wanking him.
Ian gave the large cock a few quick strokes and got a breathy whimper from the older teen, grinning wickedly as he paused. As Brian glared at him, he smirked and started stroking again. This time he didn't stop as Brian's whimpers turned to moans and then moans turned into grunts. With a low guttural groan, Brian's cock erupted, spurting an impressively sizeable load into the air, some landing on his stomach, some on his cock and the hand grasping it, while most landed heavily on Ian's face.
"Fffffuck," Brian gasped shakily as he came down, the boy's hand still holding onto him.
Suddenly, the door to the dorm swung open. Joseph was stood there, his eyes darting between the three boys on Brian's bed and the naked, cum-covered boy kneeling on front of his best mate.
Brian grinned and said casually, "Joseph this is Ian. Ian, meet Joseph!"
Joseph remained silently staring for a few moments until he closed the door, smiled and said casually, "Nice to meet you, Ian." As he walked further into the dorm, he paused, smirked and said playfully, "You've... erm... got a little something on your face!"
As Ian blushed and reached up to wipe the cum from his cheek and forehead, Brian grinned and said, "Hey, at least I'm not to blame for you getting caught this time!"
With most of the school over at the Sports Complex, including Mr Trent, Nicky had seized the opportunity to sneak into the First Floor Master's apartment for a shower while the final match of the morning concluded. Having finished the covert operation and then killed some time in the dorm, a message arrived in their dorm's group chat inviting everyone to meet up for lunch. At one time, getting together for meals was an everyday occurrence, but it was a habit they had broken in Danny's absence and were slow at returning to.
Figuring he would wait for them down in the foyer, Nicky made his way along the corridor but came to a halt as he rounded the final corner. Stood outside their dorm, chatting to a couple of other Year 7 boys was Froggy, Angel and another couple of dorm 1.01 boys.
Angel was first to spot Nicky and the two exchanged a momentary look. Nicky had not really seen the younger boy since returning from Easter break. Right before that, the two had shared a very confusing encounter in the shower room. Angel and the rest of the Year 7s had backed off significantly following... whatever it was Josh had done or said to them, though Nicky still felt the looks and thought he heard the whispers anytime he was unfortunate enough to pass them in the halls. Despite doing so little, they still managed to make him feel awful just by their very presence.
"Oh, it's donkey-pussy!" Froggy called out as he spotted Nicky lurking at the corner.
Nicky felt nauseous as he heard the offensive nickname. He wanted to run the other way but was determined to get through so he could meet the others. With his gaze fixed at the ground, he walked past them, intending to ignore them completely and not give them the satisfaction of a response. He heard a thud followed by an "Ow!" but he didn't look back to see what had happened.
"Wait!" Angel said, running after him.
Nicky froze as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"I..." Angel started, clearly hesitating as Nicky finally glanced at him, looking nauseatingly nervous.
"Hey Nicky!" Danny called happily, waving as he wandered down the corridor, flanked by the three Crestwood boys, Brian and Joseph a short way behind them.
Angel suddenly backed away, as did the rest of the Year 7s, allowing Nicky to hurry along and meet his friends at the top of the stairs down to the foyer. Nicky didn't look back but heard the whispering again.
"Oh, come on," Chris begged. "This is SO not fair. I'm your boyfriend!"
Mikey simply shrugged.
"That's gotta mean something to you!" Chris insisted.
"Yeah, it means when I'm done doing my business, I got a hot boyfriend to come home to!" Mikey replied, giving Chris' butt a playful slap.
"But... but... you've got, like... hundreds of videos of guys now!" Chris argued, referring to the new business Mikey had started, allowing students at the school to submit sexy videos in exchange for temporary access to other people's submissions.
"I have," Mikey said cheerfully. "Business is great. I may have lost the privacy of showers and study rooms for making new videos but having everyone showering together has actually everyone crazy horny, so they're all submitting new videos like crazy!"
"Then... why won't you let me see them?" Chris pleaded.
Mikey tutted, patronisingly patting Chris on the head. "Because if I just gave away all my merchandise, it'd be a pretty shit business!" he said condescendingly.
"But I'm your boyfriend!" Chris whined.
"I feel like we're going in circles here. I know you're my boyfriend. I love you and all that stuff, but still... you wanna see naked guys on video... you gotta pay like everyone else!" Mikey explained.
"I already did. I've done, like five videos for you already!" Chris said, blushing a little at the time he had performed for Mikey.
"You did, and some of them are proving VERY popular!" Mikey chuckled. "So, I'm happy to have any more you wanna submit." He held up his phone. "I'm good to go right now!"
"What? Here?" Chris asked, looking round nervously. Right behind them, the second football match of the afternoon was underway, the stands filled with cheering students from both the home and visiting schools.
Mikey shrugged. "I didn't mean here, but that DOES sound kinda fun... and risky!"
"Risky enough to earn... more than one video as payment?" Chris asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Sure," Mikey replied eagerly. Aside from the fact he liked the idea of Chris getting naked and doing risky things, he knew it would be a popular video with his other customers. "Two?" he offered.
"Five!" Chris grinned.
"Three?" Mikey suggested.
"Hmmm... four!" Chris said hopefully.
"Three's my final offer," Mikey insisted.
"Fine, three it is. C'mon then!" Chris said, gesturing behind the stands.
Mikey followed eagerly, starting up the camera and recording Chris as he quickly removed his clothes, the sound of the cheering crowd echoing around them, emphasising the publicity of the situation and the risk that came with it.
Chris knew what he needed to do. Mikey had created his own set of rules for the videos. All participants had to be naked, or at least end up naked by the end. All participants had to show their face. All participants are expected to ejaculate at least once, unless for specific reasons, such as ongoing chastity or edging. Chris wasted no time in complying with the first part, casually tossing his clothes aside, either unbothered or spurred on by the hundreds of people right behind him watching the match, oblivious to his actions.
At first, Chris remained in place, stroking his cock with his back to the stands, though as his excitement, and nerve, grew he began to get a bit braver, walking around a little. Glancing up to the top, he walked far enough out to just see the backs of the heads of the people sitting up there. A few more paces and he would be visible to them... if they were facing his way. Fortunately, their attention was fixed on the game, but Chris continued, moving further out and eventually laying down on the ground.
Mikey continued to record the whole thing, zooming in on the other boy as he got further away rather than following. With one hand holding the camera, he allowed the other to grope at his own bulge. It was not something he usually did with any other customers, but as Chris had repeatedly reminded him, he was his boyfriend, so that made it a little more acceptable for him to get so intimate.
"Ugh, I'm cumming!" Chris called out, sitting up as he faced Mikey then made as a big a show as he could of the load, he spurted over himself. As he finished, he looked straight at the camera and grinned, then flopped back down onto the grass. Another glance at the stands showed him nobody was watching... which felt like a bit of a shame. Even in his post-orgasmic state, he still knew the thrill of being seen.
After taking a few moments to catch his breath, he climbed to his feet and paused as he noticed a distinct absence of Mikey. And, of course, Chris' clothes had disappeared along with the mischievous boy. It was amusing how unsurprised Chris was by the prank and he couldn't help wondering if Mikey had done it to give himself a thrill, or to `kindly' sate Chris' exhibitionistic tendencies. Either way, Chris was stuck naked alongside most of the school and a sizeable number of visiting students.
"Well... fuck it!" he said quietly to himself as he walked round the edge of the stands. While it was possible for him to get back to the school unseen, by moving back into the woodlands, following it round and sneaking into the back of the Home Building, Chris had no intention of going unseen. On top of that, one glance over at the treeline made him shudder. He hadn't set foot in the woods since the day of the accident with Danny and wasn't about to go in there now, not when he had the option to be publicly humiliated instead.
As he slowly came into view of the pitch and the stands, the noise and cheering from the match intensified, with a few cheers and shouts directed his way, his bare back and pearly-white butt on full show as he walked the path alongside the pitch. He gave a casual wave back to the crowd as he continued down the path back towards the Home Building.
He was about halfway back when Mikey popped out from behind a shrub. "It's no fun when you don't get embarrassed," he complained, offering Chris his clothes.
"I dunno, I still found it pretty fun," Chris giggled, nodding down to his erection.
"Oh my god, you're such a perv!" Mikey giggled. "But hey, if you're ready to go again..."
"Ugh, no more videos," Chris complained.
"Nuh-uh," Mikey said, shaking his head. "I want a private show!" he giggled, continuing on to the Home Building with his boyfriend.
As was customary for a weekend with tournament matches, the Saturday evening was taken up with a party for the boys from both Kingswood and the visiting teams. Unlike the weekends during round one of the tournament, round two involved teams from various schools attending, depending on which teams made it that for in the competitions.
While many of the Kingswood boys did their best to intermingle with the visitors, the party still ended up with the visitors stood around in their own little factions. The dorm 1.05 boys were doing their best to promote inter-school relations though. Rob was a with a couple of his rugby team-mates and a small group of boys from the Crestwood Year 8 rugby team. Josh was hanging around with a group of football players from the Fothergill team they had played earlier. Mikey had started off hanging out with Josh but had soon been drawn away by a potential customer for his `business'.
Nearby, Danny was sitting with the rest of the dorm along with Q-Ball and Clover, who were attempting to discretely hold hands... somehow making it even less discrete than if they had just done it openly.
"What up, home girl!" Danny said playfully as Brian approached.
Brian frowned, shook his head slowly as his eyes narrowed and said, "No... just... no!" getting a laugh from the others and a casual shrug from Danny.
"Thought you were having some bro time with Joseph!" Danny said, as he stood. He let Brian take his seat and then casually sat on his lap.
Brian wrapped his arms around the younger boy, playfully nibbled at his neck for a second before he said, "I was, but Joseph got... a bit distracted!" He nodded across to where Joseph was stood chatting with Ian.
"Oh my god, still!" Danny sniggered as he watched his mentor with the visiting boy.
They had all sat together during lunch and the chemistry between Joseph and Ian had been undeniable. The rest of them needn't have even been there, the two boys oblivious to anything outside of their own eager conversation. Every subject either of them brought up, the other got stupidly excited about. The afternoon had been spent watching the last three football matches and yet the two still remained together.
"Yeah, turns out Ian's as big a geek as our Joey!" Brian chuckled.
Danny gave a brief smile. Joseph was `Joseph' to pretty much everyone, even his own family, but Brian still called him by the occasional nickname. It seemed to be something Brian reserved only for those closest to him, an obvious sign of affection in a boy who often tried to hide such things.
"Yeah, it's weird right!" Q-Ball said, shaking his head as he looked over at Ian. "TV has lied to me. Geeks aren't supposed to have bodies like that!"
Danny giggled as he nodded his agreement while nuzzling happily against Brian.
As the two sat playfully cuddling, Mr Trent approached. As he looked round at the whole group, he gave a casual, "Evening lads, having a good night?"
There was a chorus of cheerful replies from the small group.
"Ah, Danny. Fancy seeing you here," the teacher said with a barely-contained smirk. "Aren't you usually on stage by this point in the evening!"
The boys all burst into raucous laughter, even Q-Ball and Clover despite having shared in Danny's last on-stage exposure.
"Thought I'd take the night off, sir," Danny said, holding in a smirk of his own. "And it's funny seeing you here too. Aren't you normally tied up..." he paused, to let the comment sink in a moment before finishing, "... with other duties, I mean!"
A hint a redness blossomed in the teacher's cheeks as he thought back to the start of the year and the night he had spent restrained on his bed with Chris and Danny playing with him. "Taking the night off, too!" he said, trying to look casual, though he was giving Danny a playfully evil death stare.
Danny held back from teasing the teacher anymore, but as he looked past him, he saw Joseph beckoning him over. "Anyway, must go, things to do!" Danny said, standing up. "Be right back, Joseph wants me" he said as Brian gave him a curious look. As he passed by Mr Trent, he leaned in close. "Turns out I'm gonna get another go on you by the end of the year!" he whispered, though the music was loud enough to stop anyone hearing anyway. As he saw Mr Trent's eyes widen, he asked playfully, "Or hadn't your `master' told you that yet?" Although it had not been stated explicitly to him, Danny had worked out that Blane was somehow in control or dominating the teacher and another night with the man was a reward Blane had offered for Danny hitting his recovery targets.
"You... I... I don't..." Mr Trent stuttered.
Danny blew the man a playful kiss as he walked away, giggling to himself. "Hey," he said happily as he approached Joseph and Ian.
"So, you remember what we were talking about earlier?" Joseph asked, cutting straight to business.
"What, about you being single, great in bed and perfect boyfriend material?" Danny grinned, giving Ian a playful nudge.
"Oh my god!" Joseph muttered, shaking his head as he closed his eyes. "No!" he said, dismissing the younger boy's attempt at either matchmaking or embarrassing him. "About getting you doing some dares again!"
Danny flushed red as he looked awkwardly at Ian.
"Oh, don't worry, I know ALL about them. Whadda you think we've been talking about over here?" Ian asked with a snigger.
Danny shrugged and said, "Star Trek, I assume!"
The other two looked at each other, shrugged and nodded. "It came up," Joseph giggled. "But then we started talking about you and Ian had a fantastic idea to get you back in the game!"
"Oh, did he? That's... so kind of him!" Danny said flatly as Ian smirked. "Come on then, let's hear it!"
"Well, you know his team has a big match in the morning," Joseph said, gesturing over to where the rest of Ian's rugby team was gathered.
Danny let out a groan. "Yes!" he said, already shaking his head a little. "Is this gonna involve me getting naked again, cos Mr Trent's already teasing me about it!"
"No, nothing like that. No nudity involved!" Joseph said, sounding innocent.
Danny felt relieved, though his expression soon changed as Joseph leaned in and whispered the dare on his ear. "You... you... wait... you..." Danny stuttered. "S... seriously?" he asked, eyes wide with a mix of shock and trepidatious excitement.
Ian and Joseph both sniggered as they nodded. "Get to it," Ian instructed.
Terrified as he was, Danny's cock had shot to full firmness the moment he heard the dare. Even if he was capable of refusing a dare, which seemed to be impossible for him, a big part of him was positively giddy at the thought of what he was about to do. Taking a deep breath, he marched over to the Crestwood Year 8 rugby team, with Joseph and Ian close behind. As he stood building up the nerve to act, Q-Ball and Clover appeared beside him, seemingly summoned over by Ian, obviously wanting the whole team involved. Brian had tagged along, curious to see what was going down.
Brian leaned down to speak into Danny's ear over the loud music. "Everything okay?" he asked, seeing the nervous expression on Danny's face.
"You know your whole thing about seeing me with other guys?" Danny asked, getting a bemused nod from his boyfriend. "Well, it's about to get a real treat!"
"What are you..." Brian started.
"I'm doing a dare. Blame Joseph!" Danny said, taking a deep breath.
Having seen their teammates return, along with the Kingswood boys, conversation in the large group had lulled as the rugby players looked to Danny who stepped forward into the middle.
"Okay lads. I'm Danny. As tomorrow's a big game, we thought you might need to... relieve some tension," Danny explained. As the boys looked at him in confusion, he took another breath and dropped to his knees. "I'm open for business!" he declared. "Cum in me, or on me... or wherever the fuck you like!"
"Oh my god!" Brian chuckled, looking to Joseph and Ian who were both watching intently.
The Crestwood team were, understandably, quite shocked by the offer. Most looked amused, some looked keen, if a little weary, but nobody seemed willing to make the first move. While the large group made a fairly good barrier to conceal what was going on within the circle from the party going on around them, getting a blow job, hand job or knocking one out in the middle of a party was still massively risky, at least by their standards.
"Fuck it, I'm happy to take another go!" Q-Ball declared.
Danny grinned. He was beginning to sense a kindred spirit in Q-Ball when it came to showing off. The big-balled boy unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, shamelessly waggling it around in front of his team as he approached Danny. It got a mix of supportive laughs and curious stares.
The rapidly-stiffening cock entering Danny's mouth was like a starting pistol going off for the visiting team. Their reluctance began to melt away as one-by-one, they began to expose themselves, the courage to act growing exponentially through the group until the whole team had their dicks out. Never the most reserved sorts anyway, the rugby team happily threw themselves into the entertainment before them.
Danny didn't know what had hit him. Well, he did, it was a dozen dicks, but they came at him so suddenly he had no clue what dick belonged to whom. With the party still going on around them, and the kneeling boy concealed from view as they closed in around him, the team started taking turns getting sucked. Every now and then, a cock would slap Danny's cheek, prompting him to let go of the one he was on and suck the aggressor instead. Both hands were constantly occupied trying to pleasure the small army of horny boys around him too.
It was almost a shame Danny couldn't see the actual boys. As thrilling as it was to be literally surrounded by cock, that felt like all they were. He wanted to see who they belonged to, to see their faces, to see whether they looked embarrassed to be seen by their teammates or excited to be doing something so overtly sexual with their schoolmates. It was only a small complaint really, and the situation was still one Danny was more than happy to live with. The dicks ranged from small to sizeable, skinny to thick, raging hard to barely plump.
While Danny had been prepared to walk away from the dare with a stomach full of spunk, the rowdy, competitive boys had other ideas. It seemed Danny's offer of `cum on me' was too good for them to pass up. The first dick to erupt belonged to Q-Ball, who made a deliberately excitable show of spurting his hefty load over Danny's forehead and hair, backed up by laughs and jokes and good-natured teases. Just as Q-Ball's initial forwardness prompted his team to get their dicks out, his ejaculation seemed to serve as a similar catalyst for the conclusion of events as others in the group began to shoot, some from their own stimulation, others from Danny's mouth or eager hands.
By the sixth load, Danny already looked disgusting, with cum dribbling down both cheeks and dripping from his nose, streaks of white in his hair and across his shirt. He began to wince a little down on his knees as he continued sucking and stroking the range of cocks still on offer. It was a mix of the position he was in and the exertion of pleasuring so many cocks at once that was pushing him across the threshold from regular discomfort to unwelcome pain.
He did his best to look round for Brian, but with one eye plastered closed with spunk and the group still excitedly crowding him, he couldn't spot the older boy. He steeled himself, determined to see the whole thing through. As he endured loads seven and eight, one of which took advantage of his mouth and spurted down his throat, he began to tremble, straining to hold himself in place, trembling heavily.
Beginning to feel a little faint, Danny considered pushing the eager boys away and calling it quits, but there was cum to be had and he wanted it. He had missed months of it, and this was finally a chance to catch up, to enjoy some of the things one momentary misstep had taken from him. It was also a matter of pride now. He had been working so hard in his physio with Blane, eager to receive the promised reward, but also prove his own mettle.
By the time he had two more loads streaked across his face and clothing, he had tears in his eyes. He didn't want to give up, but as pain radiated through his body, he couldn't push himself any further. He tried to push the rugby players away, but what little strength he had was long gone. There was certainly something intoxicatingly exciting about being completely at their mercy, but the pain took away most of the pleasure. He was on the verge of calling out for help when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Okay, enough!" Brian declared over the noise of the party and the masturbating boys. "Time's up. Can't have you hogging him all night," he joked playfully.
Grabbed under both arms by Brian, Danny rose to his feet as he heard groans from the unfinished boys. He did his best to keep a smile on his face, although the cum covering him made it hard to even notice what was going on beneath it.
"Thanks for playing, boys. Good luck with the match tomorrow!" Brian said as he placed an arm around Danny, holding him up.
The Crestwood boys, many of whom suddenly looked a little embarrassed about what had just happened and how willingly (and publicly) they had enjoyed Danny's services, waved Danny off as he walked away with Brian. The spell seemingly broken, they returned to partying like nothing had even happened, a mix of embarrassment and denial fuelling their collective return to normality.
"Hey, is he okay?" Ian asked nervously as he saw Danny clinging onto his boyfriend, almost being dragged across the party tent.
"Yeah," Brian said with a nod. "The little idiot just doesn't know his own limits yet!"
"Nah!" Joseph said, shaking his head. "Danny doesn't have limits. Just things he can't do yet!"
As Brian looked down at Danny, the younger boy smiled meekly at the comment.
"Well, I think it's time we called it a night before he explores any more things he `can't do yet'!" Brian said, slightly bemused. "Tell the others Danny said good night," he added, nodding to the rest of the group.
They made their way out of the tent, but as Danny began to let out slight whimpers as he walked, Brian swept him up to carry him. Danny let out a sigh of both relief and gratitude as he dozily rested in his boyfriend's arms as he was carried the rest of the way home. Inside the Home Building, Brian hurried up the stairs, bypassing Danny's floor to continue up to his own. Walking along towards his dorm, Brian stopped as they passed the shower room. Looking down at the cum-covered, barely conscious face, he knew he had to get Danny cleaned up otherwise the bed was gonna get pretty messy, so he nudged the door open and stepped inside.
Still holding Danny in his arms, he turned on a shower and waited a moment for it to warm up then moved to hold Danny underneath it, not even bothering to remove Danny's clothes or his own.
Shaken from his near-slumber by the sudden warm spray, Danny let out a yelp and opened his eyes.
"Sorry about that, cumface. Just thought you needed a bit of a rinse," Brian sniggered.
"Waste of good cum," Danny grumbled with a weak smile, then let his cheek rest against Brian's shoulder as he conceded, "But okay."
"You sexy little fucker," Brian said, grinning broadly as he shook his head.
"You can put me down," Danny insisted, "I'm okay!"
Brian hummed thoughtfully for a moment then gently lowered Danny's legs to the ground, still grasping him round the shoulders tightly as he felt him sway a little.
"I think you need a rinse too," Danny giggled as he took a slight step back and pulled Brian under the shower, so his head received the full blast of the shower.
The older boy was already quite wet from holding Danny, but now he was soaked. "Yeah, thanks," he said flatly. He reached for Danny's face with both hands and wiped away the rest of the rugby team's loads, then pulled him into a kiss.
They stood together, kissing and completely unbothered by their wet clothes. All that mattered was each other.
"I love you, Danny," Brian whispered as they parted.
"Love you too," Danny replied, grasping tightly onto the taller teen, cheek pressing against his chest. They stood like that for a few moments before Danny sighed and said, "Brian!"
"Yeah?" he asked quietly.
"I did a dare. Just like the real Danny!" the younger boy said dreamily.
"You ARE the real Danny," Brian said back quietly.
"I don't feel like it," Danny said, sighing again.
Brian kissed Danny's forehead and whispered, "You're getting there, bud. You're getting there!"
Sunday 25 April 2021
"So, with your win yesterday, you're already looking pretty good for getting to the finals," David explained, talking to Josh without looking up from his tablet as they sitting eating breakfast.
"I dunno," Josh said, frowning. "Next week we face King Edwards and every one of their teams has won EVERY match they've had so far!" He frowned as he thought about it, then added, "AND it'll be a home game for them too, which ALWAYS gives the advantage!"
"Yeah, but even if you lose to them, you're probably still making it through!" David insisted.
Josh frowned for a moment. "Is it... weird that I'm more nervous about seeing their goalkeeper than I am about playing against them?" he asked quietly. Josh had spotted the King Edwards Year 8 goalkeeper seemingly being bullied by his teammates during a friendly match earlier in the year and offered help that had, so far, not been accepted.
"Are you really asking if it's weird that a guy who spent his whole life being bullied and abused is a bit pre-occupied about seeing someone who might be getting bullied and abused?" David asked with a wry grin.
"Hnnh, fair point," Josh chuckled, having genuinely not considered the cause of his own sensitivity to it. "It just... makes me SO mad when I think of anyone getting hurt!"
"I get that, but don't take it out on the silverware!" David said, nodding to Josh's hand where his clenched fist had bent a spoon.
"Oh, oops," Josh said awkwardly, bending it back into shape before scooping up a mouthful of cornflakes. "You just coming to watch our match today, or you staying for all of them?" he asked, slightly muffled by the food he was chewing.
"Depends on James, I s'pose. If he wants to stay and watch, we will," David shrugged.
"How's he... doing now?" Josh asked quietly, looking round to make sure nobody was listening.
A couple of months earlier, James had discovered some disturbing news about his own past. At the time, he had only shared it with David, but had ended up telling Josh as a way of demonstrating to the other boy that he wasn't the `odd one out' for having abuse in his past. Despite the unpleasant nature of what he had shared, it was an incredibly sweet gesture and it had undoubtedly brought the two closer together.
"Okay I think," David nodded. "He's been a bit... I dunno... distracted lately, but... he seems good. He's a lot more comfortable doing... erm... naughty stuff!" He blushed a little as he looked round, nervous who might have overheard.
"Oh, been doing a lot of naughty stuff with him, have you?" Josh teased, grinning cheekily.
"Maybe a bit," David said coyly. He went to say something but stopped himself, letting out a gentle sigh instead.
"What?" Josh asked curiously, eyes narrowing for a moment.
David looked round again. "Promise you won't tell anyone?" he requested.
"Sure!" Josh reassured him.
"I... think I like James!" David whispered.
"That's... not a secret, is it?" Josh whispered back, frowning. As David stared back at him, waiting for him to catch on, it finally clicked as he said, "Oh! You mean... LIKE him, like him!"
"Mmm-huh," David hummed, nodding awkwardly.
"Then... go for it!" Josh said, grinning.
David shook his head emphatically. "No!" he said firmly. "At least... not until I'm out of this stupid chastity device!"
"That's nuts!" Josh said sharply, then smirked and said, "Ha, nuts... cos of the device... I made a funny!" As David just looked back, eyebrows raised, Josh sighed and said, "Nobody appreciates my humour. But fine, that's crazy. Why wait? He doesn't care if you're locked or not!"
"I know," David nodded. "It's... for me, not him. Besides, where's the rush? We've still got, like, forever to go here!"
"Hmm, I guess," Josh said, unconvinced. "But whatevs. Whenever you do it, you KNOW he'll say yes!"
"You really think so?" David asked, pursing his lips thoughtfully.
Josh nodded. "Of course. You're like the only guy in school he hasn't called a brainless moron. That's true love!" he sniggered. David just grinned at the comment.
Across the dining hall, Danny was sitting with Brian, Joseph, Chris, Mikey and Nicky. They were busy filling in the throuple on Danny's dare from last night, the story having been prompted by the mix of happy and embarrassed greetings Danny was getting from members of the Crestwood rugby team as they passed him with their breakfast.
"I can't believe you didn't tell us so we could watch!" Nicky complained.
"Or join in!" Chris grinned.
"Or record it!" Mikey added, always looking for a business opportunity.
Danny smirked at the comments. He was certainly feeling the aftermath this morning. It felt very much like he had endured one of Blane's more brutal physio sessions, though he was determined not to let it show. He raised his hand to run through his hair and said playfully, "I'm gonna be washing spunk out for days!"
"Yeah, and you should have it all out in perfect time for the next load!" Brian said, holding back a grin as he knew the comment would pique their curiosity.
"He's doing it again?" Nicky asked, eyes wide with excitement.
"Are you?" Chris asked, looking to Danny.
"Am I?" Danny asked, frowning at the older boy.
"That... really depends on how today's match turns out," Brian said with a grin. "But more on that later!" As the four younger boys started gossiping eagerly about what Brian meant, he turned to Joseph, curious to see if he was equally intrigued. He couldn't help but smile as he realised Joseph hadn't listened to a word he said. His best friend's gaze was locked across the room, aimed squarely at Ian.
As the final whistle blew, Rob just stopped and stared at the scoreboard. He could hear the team beginning to gather, but whatever they were saying was lost to him. In the first round of the tournament, he had led the team to two wins and a tie, taking them through to round two. That meant the match that had just ended was his first loss as team captain and he couldn't possibly have felt any worse.
He felt numb. The team had been so prepared, so well-practiced and so ready for a win, especially against Crestwood, the team they had tied in the first round. Rob felt an arm around his shoulder and shot a quick glance sideways. It was Josh, grinning broadly.
"Great match!" Josh said cheerfully.
"We... lost!" Rob said, his jaw trembling a little.
"Don't mean it wasn't a great match!" Josh shrugged. "Cheer up mate, we can't win `em all!"
Rob nodded as Josh moved away, chatting excitedly with the rest of the team as well as the Crestwood boys who came over to thank the team for a good match. Rob finished shaking hands with the opposing team, visibly disappointed but doing his best to put on a polite face for the winning team of visitors.
As they finally left the field, Rob spotted Travis and Isaac stood together. He headed over nervously to the Year 10 and 13 captains. He intended to just say hello and to explain the loss to them calmly before they could admonish him for it, but as soon as he was close enough, he just rambled, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know... I know we lost and we... we weren't... weren't meant to, especially being a home game and this means it's gonna be really hard for us to make it to the final now but... but we'll do better next time, I promise, I promise, we... we really will. Please don't make me stop being team captain. I love it and I love hanging out with you guys and I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" He eventually stopped, jaw quivering, seemingly ready to burst into tears at any moment.
"Woah, hold up there," Travis said, shaking his head as he moved forward, almost laughing. He placed an arm around the shorter boy's shoulders as he guided him the rest of the way off the pitch with Isaac on Rob's other side. "Why would we stop you being captain?"
"B... because... you... you said if... if you screw up you'll stop... being captain," Rob sniffed.
"You DID say that!" Isaac sniggered, earning a punch on the arm from Travis who scowled at him.
After he stopped glaring at Isaac, he looked to Rob and shook his head. "Mate, when I said `screw up' I meant, like... kill someone or something, not just losing a match. Ugh, did you really think we expected your team to win every match?"
Rob nodded, beginning to feel a little foolish.
"That's too freaking cute!" Isaac chuckled.
"So, you're not... here to kick me out?" Rob asked, doe eyed.
"Oh my god, no!" Travis said, shaking his head. "We were coming to make sure you're okay. We know it's your first loss and believe me, we've both been there! We just wanted to say that was a pretty awesome match! You guys did REALLY great!"
"So... I'm still captain?" Rob asked, still shaking a little.
"Yeah, unless you lose the next match. Then you're out!" Travis said, folding his arms as he stared sternly at the boy.
Rob's eyes widened even further as he stared at Travis in dismay.
"Rob, I'm joking!" Travis said, getting a laugh from Isaac which earned him another punch in the arm, this time from Rob.
"Hey, how come he teases you and I get hit?" Isaac complained, rubbing his arm for dramatic effect.
"You're just more fun to hit!" Rob said, feeling a lot of the tension melt away.
"I can't believe you thought you were gonna get canned for losing a match," Travis chuckled as he started leading Rob towards the locker room.
"Any chance you'll forget this ever happened and never tease me about it?" Rob asked hopefully.
"There's more chance of you winning a match!" Travis teased. This time, the well-deserved punch went his way.
Being one of the closer schools to Kingswood, the Crestwood team were one of the last to leave, having less distance to cover. The various teams were slowly making their way onto the coaches. Danny had been quite eager to come and see them off and had received plenty of goodbyes - some awkward, some amused, but all cheerful. Brian had remained firmly at his side, keeping a close eye on him as he knew how much the last couple of days had taken their toll on him physically.
"So, if you get through to the finals, you'll be back here in a few weeks?" Danny mused as he stood talking to Q-Ball, Ian and Clover. "Now I feel bad for hoping you make it to the finals instead of our team!" he giggled.
"Ah, don't worry," Q-Ball said with a shrug. "Even if we don't make it to the finals, we still got tickets to come for finals weekend, so we'll be here win or lose!"
"Awesome!" Danny said happily, already excited at the prospect of having the three boys return again.
"Yeah, and maybe by then you'll be recovered enough for us to..." Clover paused, leaning slightly to the side to look round Danny at his bubble butt. "... try you out some more!" he finished with a wicked grin and playful wink.
"Ooh!" Danny said excitedly, shuddering before he looked to Brian and asked, "Can I?"
Brian laughed and shook his head, amused as always by his insatiable lover. "Come on, cupcake, you know you don't need my permission!" he said with a smirk, though he quickly looked to the other three boys and added, "But I get to watch again!"
"Deal!" Clover said happily, nodding emphatically.
With their teacher beginning to look impatient, the three boys quickly grabbed them in excitable hugs one at a time.
The last pair to say goodbye was Brian and Ian. "Hey bud, you remember how you said you want someone who looks at me the way I look at Danny?" Brian whispered.
"Yeah?" Ian replied, frowning curiously.
"Look behind me," Brian said softly as he hugged the boy.
Ian peered over the older boy's shoulder to where a crowd of Kingswood boys were gathered. There, in the middle, staring over at them was Joseph.
"Come on boys, hurry it up," the Crestwood teacher called out.
"I... I... erm..." Ian stuttered. "Maybe I should... erm..." he fumbled with his pocket, trying to pull out his phone.
"Ian, come on!" the teacher growled impatiently.
Brian mussed the boy's hair, grinned and said, "Mate, I slipped his number into your bag earlier. Text him, okay!"
Ian's eyes lit up at the comment and just nodded happily, grinning as he ran to get on the coach, apologising to the unhappy teacher.
"What are you grinning about?" Danny asked curiously as he returned to Brian's side.
"Just... did something nice. Also, got a bit of a surprise for you too!" Brian explained as he put his arm around Danny and headed over to join the rest of the group.
"For me? A pleasant surprise I hope!" Danny said with a snigger.
"Hmm, I'll let you be the judge of that!" Brian said knowingly as they neared Rob and some of the Year 8 rugby team. "Hey Rob," he said casually. "You ever heard about some of the crazy superstitions pro sportsmen have?"
Danny frowned curiously at the question as Rob shrugged and said, "Yeah, I s'pose. Like Jonny Wilkinson and his lucky shirt, you mean?"
"Yeah, or JT and his lucky shin pads," Brian nodded. "Well, I reckon we've found a new one, and it might explain why Crestwood won today!"
"Oh?" Rob asked curiously as more of the team started to listen.
"I take it you guys heard about... Danny's little game with the Crestwood boys last night?" Brian asked with a grin.
"Yeah!" "We heard!" "Dirty bitch!" "Lucky bastard!" the boys chirped back.
"Well... I'm no expert..." Brian said, getting a wide-eyed stare from Danny. "But that sounds to me like the sort of pre-game ritual that might REALLY affect a team's luck!"
Rob and the other rugby players suddenly burst into chatter as they contemplated the suggestion.
"Oh my god, I hate you so much!" Danny whispered as he realised he was being offered up as some kind of sexual ritualistic sacrifice.
"No, you don't!" Brian chuckled knowingly.
"No, I love you," Danny conceded. "But I can hate you at the same time!" he said jokingly.
"You're welcome," Brian said, giving the younger boy a playful squeeze.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. New chapters posted every week, so stay tuned. Feel free to email any thoughts or comments to matterotica@hotmail.co.uk
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For my other stories, please see links below:
The Kingswood Saga ------------------
Tales from Kingswood (Book 1)– https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/
Half-Term at Kingswood (Book 1 bonus story) – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/
The Kingswood Eight (Book 2) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-kingswood-eight/
A Very Kingswood Easter (Book 2 bonus story) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/a-very-kingswood-easter/
The Benny Saga (in reading order) --------------
Benny Takes Control – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/
The Dangers of Desire – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/
Benny's House – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/
Other Series ------------
Possession – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/
Jack Hamilton – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/
Phil's Naked Adventures – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/
One-shots ---------
The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction
Jake's Exposure – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure
Becoming an Internet Master – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master
Brian's Big Mistake – http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake
And Then It Got Worse – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse
Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity