The Symposium Chapter 11: All The World's A Stage
This story is a work of fiction. Resemblances to real persons, places or events would be extremely surprising.
"The show must go on."
Callum and Iain were left alone to consider that for a few minutes and had the first chance to really talk since they'd entered the school.
"What do you think this thing is all about?" Callum asked.
"Oh, y'know... the humiliation and prostitution of two hot men who seem to get off on being naked in front of people- wanking and sucking and kissing ass. That kind of thing." Iain replied.
Callum laughed and looked down and Iain's bulging cock. "I don't know what you mean."
Iain returned the chuckle and stepped closer so the tip of his cock met the tip of Callum's.
"This is a weird thing we have going on." Iain admitted.
"Us, in general? Or today, in particular?" Callum clarified.
"Yes."
"How do you think they're going to get away with having us on stage in front of all of them?" Callum changed the subject.
"My guess is they made sure to exclude invitations to people who would have a problem watching us. Or who might tell. But you remember being sixteen, seventeen – sex was sex." Iain rationalised. "When you're young and horney you'll watch just about anything. And there is something about our person's disgrace that the straight boys out there will probably quite enjoy."
"I intend to quite enjoy it too." Callum replied.
They were in the middle of the stage now and the curtain went up without warning, revealing them almost toe to toe to the audience of one hundred and twenty six boys. The noise quietened to a hush that was broken by many gasps and even more laughs.
They were not cruel or ridiculing laughs, rather the amusement of boys watching degradation. Indeed, Callum and Iain did feel ashamed. They were shamed by their nudity, their surroundings, their large audience, their enjoyment and arousal of it all.
Finn's voice was loud, amplified throughout the assembly hall: "Today's demonstration is about many things. Anatomy and biology for those of you going on to study medicine or some associated discipline, the giving and following of instruction for those of you going on to an armed services role or managerial position and sex for those of you who go on to... have sex."
There was some laughter at this, more than the joke warranted.
It was all about sex, really. It was all about Callum and Iain fulfilling the part Mr Douglas had always wanted them to. Ever since they had interviewed for the Symposium. Ever since he had seen them naked and employed them. Ever since he had laid eyes on the lads, Mr Douglas had enjoyed watching them and toying with them and they, in turn, had enjoyed the attention. It was the perfect combustible mixture and their next explosion had been carefully planned for this lucky young audience.
Cameras were discreetly hidden but Iain and Callum didn't know that, the boys in the hall didn't know that; only Finn knew.
"The men on stage are Callum and Iain. They're cousins but one could be forgiven for thinking they are brothers. Perhaps we can test genetic similarity later? Say hello to the boys, boys." Finn said.
"Hi." They said.
"Perhaps we should get started..." Finn continued.
Over the next thirty minutes Callum and Iain remained unnecessarily exposed as their muscle groups, tendons, joints and so on were described for anatomical clarity. But descriptions avoided their groins or their penises – there was no reason for total nudity when you spend twenty minutes talking about stuff that lies above the waist.
In many ways Callum and Iain were reminded of their interviews from all those months ago.
"Iain, why don't you grasp your cousin's cock and give it a few jerks - let's if you can bring him to erection." Finn's voice broke Iain's distraction
Iain complied, turning close to Callum so that his own flaccid member brushed Callum's hip and he felt it tingle. Iain rolled Callum's balls in his hand then gripped the stiffening organ and promoted it to full attention. The crowed watching was impressed and rapt.
"Can we have a go at encouraging phallic engorgement?" Lee shouted.
Finn's voice responded positively to the suggestion, "Iain, why don't you go down to the front row and see if one of the boys can get your cock up?"
Iain robotically complied, descending the steps at the side of the stage and walking along the front line of lads. Some he detected were not interested, others he detected were too keen. He eventually stopped half way along in front of a big lad with chestnut hair and stubble along a mighty jaw line that could easily fir two cocks... Iain's imagination envisioned.
The big lad reached out and pulled on Iain's cock, hard enough for Iain to step closer and then the touch was gentler. A thumb rubbed the top of Iain's cock until it glistened and stood out to point straight in the boy's face.
"Come on back up, Iain." Finn's voice said, "Let all the boys see what you've got. Then we can see how similar you and Callum really are."
Iain felt exposure hit him all over again. Having been on the ground, up close to the crowd it had seemed smaller and closer. From up on stage he could see hundreds of eyes again.
"Stand side by side." Finn's disembodied voice advised.
They complied. Cock's pointing proudly towards the assembled boys, leaking and juicy and ready to pop.
"And give us a twirl, show off those arses."
As Iain and Callum turned, their cock's touched and each shivered – they hoped imperceptibly to the group but that was unlikely. For all their similarity, for all the perversion of being exposed, Callum and Iain knew where all this was headed. They'd never been watched having sex before, indeed Iain still had not accepted Callum fucking him. Iain had used the dildo and they'd been intimate twice since their first time but Iain was still reticent about having anal sex.
They'd have nothing to hide or be afraid of after today, Callum reasoned.
Their arses in view, Finn was satisfied.
"Let's have some volunteers to help us out..." Finn declared. "Jack and Craig Carr, why don't you come up here."
Callum and Iain turned to see two boys prance towards the stage. The identical twins minced towards the front of the room. From a distance they were as camp as an episode of 1960's Batman, but when they got on stage they dropped that act which had been played for comedic effect. They were handsome seventeen year olds with Liverpool accents and introduced themselves but they were truely identical twins and Callum and Iain would be hard pushed to remember who was who.
Callum immediately noticed there was `something' about them. Whispers and giggles from the crowed, the way the stood a little too close together – these were boys who were as familiar in each other's mouths as household words.
"You know," Finn said, prefacing an inevitable sexual liaison, "It is believed that many physical attributes are shared by common genetic sources. Does anyone else wonder if these twins are as identical as the cousins Callum and Iain?"
There was a boisterous agreement that this was worth exploring but Jack and Craig paled at the prospect.
"Boys. Take off your clothes." Finn said.
Callum and Iain were certain they would refuse. Then one of the lads reached into his pocket and took out his mobile phone, the screen was lit by the receipt of a message although the phone itself had remained silent. Neither Callum nor Iain got to see the message, a picture perhaps, but it was enough to persuade the twins. They started to pull off their clothes.
The school ties were pulled off and collars unbuttoned. Belts were undone, shoes and socks pulled off. Their blazers were quickly followed by their shirts – beautiful skinny bodies with developing pecs and sporadic chest hair were revealed. The trousers fell and both the boys stood in loose fitting boxers – Callum lusted enough over them to hope a cock might peek out the bottom of them but no such luck.
They lads stopped then. Reluctant to show it all unless prompted again, which they were not. In the audience Iain and Callum heard a few beeps of mobile phones.
"Great, boys. You look just great. But hold on a sec, ok?" Finn said.
They didn't need told twice.
"We have cousins. We have identical brothers. Let's have fraternal brothers too – Michael and Toby Laws. Get up here, now." There was an unmistakable edge to Finn's voice so there was no mistaking who had the upper hand. Whoever Finn summoned up would come for sure – because he told them to.
There was a bit of bustle as a seventeen year old boy, nearly eighteen years old and 6ft 4 in height, stood up. He was closely followed by a younger lad, on the cusp of seventeen if not already – either way their mother had obviously wasted no time in conceiving a sibling.
"And brothers in law, therefore unrelated, as a control group." Finn finished before Michael and Toby reached the stage. "Jason Ford. Brodie McKellan."
Callum and Iain looked at each other. They both thought they must have misheard but silently agreed they had not. They knew Jason was Finn's younger brother in law, now they saw Brodie coming towards the stage, his face masking his thoughts, he very much resembled Finn. Brodie was Finn's seventeen year old brother, so Brodie was also Jason's step brother.
Now on stage were two naked cousins, two twins in boxers, two brothers in uniform, two step brothers also in school ties... and a partridge in a pear tree.
Finn's next instructions followed the usual pattern, "Ok, lads. Off with it all then." Finn prompted.
There was an element of arrogance in Jason (as usual), Michael and Brodie disrobed. They were all attractive lads with nothing to be embarrassed about. Indeed, Toby too was cute – the youngest of them all – an auburn haired guy with slight features and probably weighed nine stone when soaking wet, if that.
Toby was certainly the most reticent and bashful of the three but was spurred on by something. They were all spurred on by anonymous messages, the content of which was enough to make stripping on stage preferable to the information being released. Or so Callum inferred, though Jason was just as likely to participate for the sheer fuck of it. So to speak.
A powerful funk of too much deodorant filled the air surrounding Callum, Iain and the others as layers of school uniform were removed. From blazers and ties to shoes and socks.
"This feels weird." Iain whispered to Callum.
"I know. I can't not look at them." Callum replied.
"We're going to the special hell." Iain said.
Callum smiled at their shared phrase. "Hush. First man I had sex with was four years older than me."
"I can't not look at them." Iain replied.
Jason winked at Callum and Iain once all the boys were down to their underwear. He nodded down, an incline to indicate their cocks which had sprung back from semi-erection. Their cocks did not soften for long at any given period but defiantly not now and defiantly now with what they knew was coming next.
There was wolf whistles from the assembled masses who had watched everything with a sense of fascination.
"Take off everything, boys." Finn demanded.
With trepidation, with excitement, with reluctance, with lust; all the boys complied. Briefs and boxers were pushed down pale legs to skinny ankles. Their cocks jumped into the view of more than an hundred observing boys. Each stepped out of their underwear and within a moment the piles of clothes vanished – leaving eight naked people on stage.
It would occur to Callum several times over the next hour or so that he and Iain faced internal ridicule of fooling around with younger guys. But that was kind of ok: legal, harmless and consensual as it was. On the other hand the boys here had to go back to school.
The naked boys on stage who now faced their peers would have to face them again, but forever would they be remembered for this. Callum imagined how embarrassing it must be for each of the boys, knowing they would be reminded of this by their classmates. Most boys in school, especially all-boys schools, will have seen their classmates naked some time – changing after sports or in the shower – but to be seen naked, aroused and with your close relation must be... Callum tried to think of any word other than humiliating.
Callum felt even harder the more he thought about it.
"Ok then. Everyone compare and contrast. Stand next to your cousin or brother and give yourself a little wank. Or, even better, your confederate, if you like." Finn suggested while tacitly commanding.
Jason wasted no time taking up this opportunity. Brodie was too stunned to stop him at first and then too disinclined to stop him. Under Jason's grip and rhythmic fist, Brodie's cock grew to an impressive seven inches at least. Brodie was a tall boy with an impressively muscled abdomen that had obviously taken a lot of work. Most likely Finn's tutelage out of hours from the Symposium had contributed.
Jason had taken his own cock with his other hand but was encouraged as Brodie gingerly reached out to grasp his thickening meat. Brodie had never touched another man's cock, though he had been curious to do so. This experience was strange for him, the feel of Jason's penis foreign but pleasing. The vein's of Jason's cock beneath Brodie's palm and the `bump' as his fist traversed the head of Jason's dick.
Jack and Craig, the twins, had obviously tried things out before – defiantly with other boys and almost certainly with one another. There was reticent but practiced technique there. Both sprouted cocks that, where they lacked in length, the made up for in girth.
The least assured of all were Michael and his younger brother Toby. Toby looked so embarrassed to be naked that he might just die. He needn't feel that way. He was skinny and light – a matchstick man - but his lithe frame gave emphasis to a growing cock that was as big as big as Brodie's, probably slightly bigger than his older brother's. Michael seemed to enjoy the caress of another hand on his manhood, but his eyes were closed so goodness only knew who he was thinking about.
"An incentive, boys." Finn called out. "The first couple to cum gets to leave the stage."
The word `couple' was designed, Iain felt, to elicit embarrassment. It was designed to emphasise the sexual liaison between partners who by rights shouldn't be wanking each other off on stage. Iain gave Callum one look and they silently agreed to make a poor effort on this task – to let one of the embarrassed boys off first.
Michael and Toby stood hip to hip but made no moves to grasp one another's dicks. Jack and Craig continued their practiced efforts to get one another off quickly and Callum found the identical alabaster skinned boys mesmerising. Callum knew in his heart that Jason would maximise theatrics while minimising effectiveness. Jason like to be seen but would not want to go out on the first round.
Indeed, it was not the similar cousins, the identical twins or the brother's in law who came first in the end. In the end it was Michael and his younger brother Tony who shot. Michael did not cum much and it did not shoot far – perhaps he had drained a load or two already today. Toby, on the other hand, sent virile firing to the edge of the stage. The skinny boy was sweating and panting, his hand ached from pumping so fast and a blob of cum smeared its way into the bush of pubes above his cock.
Finn was true to his word. The brothers moved off stage and were greeted with the return of their clothing. Callum watched them pull up their underwear out of shot of the audience but still within his sight. Bums and cock's concealed once more, Callum returned his attention to Iain and the other four naked lads who were still on the stage.
The six young men on the stage were exhilarated and sweating. Their skin was shining under the lights and Callum noticed they were all a little more relaxed now. All were still to cum but all had leaking erections – Callum noticed even Brodie, reluctant at first to accept Jason man-handling him, was bursting with excitement.
"Let's have a round of applause for Michael and Toby Laws." Finn called out.
There was indeed a round of applause, cat-calls and teasing off-colour remarks. Callum and Iain were relieved to be unable to pick out any hostility. They would inevitably suffer some joshing back at school but the attractive boys had nothing to be ashamed of in the performance department.
"Perhaps we should have another contest." Finn decided. "To see who should be next to leave this demonstration."
They all knew where this was headed next.
"Oral sex can be very stimulating for a man." Finn began
"Surely you can't be serious." Brodie said, returning to his original reluctance.
"I am serious," replied Jason, "And don't call me Shirley."
"I suggest roshambo do decide who scuffs their knees." Finn said helpfully.
The twins looked perplexed, "Rosham-"
"Rock-paper-scissors." Callum clarified.
Their three pairs decided quickly. Callum had no qualms about going down on Iain, even with more than a hundred boys watching him do it. Of the twins, Craig lost – he was less comfortable with the notion of performing the duty in front of a live audience of his peers than Callum was but was, never-the-less prepared. Brodie's rock lost him the match against Jason – much to Jason's delight. And to Callum's surprise, Finn's brother made no attempt to renege on the game.
Callum, Craig and Brodie dropped to their knees.
From his vantage point, Iain observed the three kneeling lads and over their heads the ominously quiet audience who were rapt to the scene. Jack and Jason followed Iain's lead, shifting positions slightly so they were in profile to the mass of boys watching them – their cocks in maximum view but so too the swallowing of them that was about to take place.
From his vantage point, Iain observed the three kneeling lads. Callum casually reached up and squeezed Iain's bottom, pressing a finger dangerously close to Iain's arse hole and causing his cock to throb with delight. Craig mean while was eyeing his twin's dick, his eyes tracing it from the head to the base of the shaft and up to Jack's belly button which he gave an affectionate kiss. Brodie looked intimidated. Jason's cock must have looked like a monster to a boy who, it was rapidly obvious, had never fooled around with boys before. Or, at least, had never entertained the idea of fooling around with his brother in law.
All ready, the three standing boys took the lead, pressing their cocks towards their kneeling partners. Callum's mouth was slick with saliva and Jack's cock was polished and shiny with pre-cum. As Jason pushed his cock into Brodie's face, Brodie pursed his lips and stuck out his tongue, licking the cock before him and swirling around it. He kissed Jason's dick, then licked it and then sucked on the head. Only then did he allow Jason to press more.
From the vantage point of the audience three mouth's were now invaded and three cock-suckers would now prove their worth. They had the rapt attention of everyone in the room. The naked lads on stage were so hot and glistening that one could almost expect to see steam coming off them.
Callum enjoyed putting all his effort into not letting Iain cum, taking him to the edge and then denying him the climax.
Brodie was making a really big effort and for a novice, he was doing a good job. Iain could see the expression on Jason's face – tense with pleasure and concentration. Jason was trying not to cum to prolong his experience with Brodie. Iain wondered how long Jason had harboured feelings for his brother in law, not that it mattered really. And to Brodie's credit, he had not balked at anything thrown at him today. The tall, lean boy was naked on his knees before a group of his peers and hadn't even sweated it – metaphorically speaking.
Jack and Craig were something else to behold. Craig's mouth confidently took Jack's penis; licking and sucking while Jack bucked his hips, pressing and pulling at just the right moment. Jack face-fucked Craig without aggression and without ulterior motivation so when Jack was the first to cum, Iain was not surprised. The thrusting slowed and Craig eventually removed his mouth from the sloppy organ, swallowing but also wiping his mouth on his arm.
Finn spoke, "And the winners are..." he joked.
The others stopped, Brodie in particular was ready to revoke his participation form this task.
"Craig, why don't you cum on the man of your choice?" Finn suggested.
With his cock ready to burst, just a few strokes and he spattered warm cum all over Jason. Callum and Iain looked at one another, each wondering if there was a reason for this. Perhaps some heretofore unmentioned enmity between them? But Jason looked fine with it; perhaps instead it was just the kind of joshing that happens between boys in school.
As the twins with limping but not-yet flaccid cocks made their way off the stage, more clapping heralded the end of their parts.
"And then there was four," said Finn. "Perhaps we only need three for the final demonstration? So whoever comes first may also exit stage left."
Callum caught a look on first Iain's face, disappointment that inevitable final task of fucking Brodie would be denied him, and second on Brodie's face, that he might just escape anal sex with a man.
So, as had been the case throughout all of this, Callum and Iain put on a good show with no intent on success. Iain's heart too, just was not in `winning' this round. The sight of Brodie - the kind of boy who would be head boy (head prefect if you prefer a less pun-ny vernacular) of football team captain in a crappy American T.V. show where twenty-something's play eighteen year olds - wanking on stage must have been an awesome sight. At least as awesome as watching him suck a guy off on stage.
Despite it all, it was several minutes before he came. The fluidy semen leapt through the air and into the crowd, not that they minded. The final pumps of his cock smudged cum into his pubes. His face was flushed and the sweat dripping from everywhere streamed down his back, his bum and his legs.
"Commiserations to the losers," Finn said ironically with a fraction of a second longer pause before the word loser. "You should all congratulate Brodie on his success."
Callum congratulated him first, kissing his mouth with a tongue and was surprised a little that Brodie reciprocated. Iain also was treated to a mutual tongue dance. When finally his brother in law stepped forwards, Jason really went for it.
Jason wrapped his arms around Brodie's back and pressed his body against him. Jason's cock was still had and found itself pressed then gently squeezed and stoked by Brodie's hip as they stayed locked by the lips. As they parted, Jason bent his legs just a little so his cock slipped under Brodie's balls and just touched the bottom of Brodie's arse. Brodie looked at Jason and smiled encouragingly, perhaps almost ruefully that he was not going to go all the way.
But maybe the lads could get together another day. As long as it wasn't a school night.
They all knew what was coming – the lads on stage and the audience watching. Thus, it came as no surprise when Finn suggested they demonstrate multiple penetration and they were proffered a condom. It was the first time Finn had shown his face in... They weren't sure how long... How long had they been naked on the stage?
Iain was surprised when Jason lay on his back on the hardwood floor – it can't have been comfortable, but he didn't seem to mind.
Jason propped himself up on his elbows, "Why don't we demonstrate imaginative positions?" he gently suggested smiling knowingly and experientially until they cousins nodded. "Callum, get on your knees and take my cock in your mouth," he said with such self-assured arrogance. "I'll take your cock in mine. With your ass in the air, Iain can fu- eh, demonstrate anal penetration."
Jason and Iain were soon top-to-tail and sucking each other while Iain rolled on a condom. He was relieved to be the one pushing in as he had not yet graduated to fucking. Iain was still working with a dildo and had not yet been penetrated by a live cock. He didn't want to experience it live on stage.
Callum and Jason were deep throating each other as Iain finally stepped forward.
"Go ahead," Finn said for the benefit of everyone, "Go ahead and enter your cousin."
Iain enjoyed this and so did Callum. The feeling as he pressed in, as his head dilated Callum's anal sphincter. As the tight ring closed around his cock and massaged his dick as he pushed in and pulled out. With so much ongoing stimulus with hours of edging and cock teasing, Iain did not last long. His cock erupted and the audience were in no doubt about it, his grunts and pants became a low guttural roar as his balls were spent.
This was the opportunity Jason was looking forward to. He stopped sucking Callum and suggested the change places. He stood up, bent over and asked for Callum, several years his senior, to fuck him. Callum was so dazed and sexed that he did not disagree. Condom on, he pushed in pumped his hips in and out of Jason's ass. Jason was no virgin, of that Callum was certain, but there was something unsavoury about looking out into the eyes of so many boys while he fucked a boy of seventeen while giving him a reach around. `Only five years older than him' seemed to matter when you were twenty-two. But it didn't matter right now as his cock prepared to explode hot cum.
Just then, Callum felt a sensation in his own ass as Iain began to kiss his buttocks and work a tongue toward his clean and sensitive arse hole. He gasped with delight and felt Jason's body nearly collapse as the boy finally came, cum soaking the stage in front of him and coating Callum's hand.
Callum too gave way to euphoria, cumming a moment later.
They each did their best to stand straight as the watching boys broke into rapturous applause. The faced the watchers with long cock's limping impressively. They were soaked with cum and sweat bowed to the audience as if having performed The Merchant of Venice or something.
"That'll do, lads. That'll do." Finn said. Whether he was addressing the performers of the crowed was not clear.
Jason seemed to be spirited away, but Callum saw him, fleetingly, pulling on clothes again.
"I have to admit." Callum said to Iain.
"Yea, what?" he asked.
"I came so hard my balls hurt."
"Ditto."
The cousins laughed and sat at the edge of the stage, no longer performing. The bustle of the boys preparing to return to their respective schools was almost soothing, like an echo dying out little by little. Iain and Callum had been called to bow and smile for the crowed a little longer after their climax but had, in doing so, earned a short reprieve in which to catch their breaths.
"I think..." Iain started to say, lowering his voice to a stage whisper, "I think I might be ready for you to fuck me next time."
Callum was surprised as Iain had been not-ready for so many weeks now.
"I think I'll need a month for my balls to refill." Callum replied and they both laughed until it hurt.
The spotted someone hovering in the wings, waiting for it to be ok to approach. Callum and Iain were sat side-by-side and knee-touching-knee on a bench at the side of the stage. The someone had entered the same door they had when they first took to the stage.
"I didn't mean to interrupt." Mr Robbie Holt said.
"Not at all. Would you like to sit?" Iain asked.
Robbie seemed terrified by the idea. Perhaps intimidated by two gorgeous naked men would be a better description of his expression.
"You were both very... Well it was really something." The teacher admitted.
"Mr Holt, is it?" Callum asked, offering his hand.
Mr Holt shook it, "Robbie, please." He said.
Even in shaking Callum's hand, Robbie seemed star struck.
"We'd have loved it if you joined us." Iain suggested.
Robbie laughed, "I think that would have made my place as a teacher... untenable."
"I guess so." Callum agreed. "Maybe we could enjoy a private performance someday?" Callum winked at Robbie, who blushed.
"Don't think my performance would be so impressive." Robbie admitted. "I hold the world but as the world, A stage where every man must play a part... And mine a sad one."
"Merchant of Venice."
"Huh?"
Callum and Iain respectively.
Callum and Robbie shared a moment of mutual understanding and for a moment Callum wondered if Robbie might just be the kind of match that's had to find.
Thus Callum continued by saying, "They say the world is a stage... But obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines."
Robbie laughed and quickly finished, "Maybe that's why it's hard to tell if we're living in a tragedy or a farce. We need more special effects and dance numbers."
"Maybe we could go out some time?" Callum suggested, picking Robbie's phone from his hand where he had been fidgeting with it and typing in his number.
When Robbie took his phone back he smiled, but it faltered. "Maybe." He agreed, "But I think you'd have to stop having sex with other people."
Callum understood instantly what Robbie was saying and wasn't sure how to answer. Robbie saved him by removing the necessity to provide an explanation of why he exposes himself at work (for surely Robbie knew that by now), pleases his clients and has sex with men and lads and his cousin. Robbie simply he wandered off with a smile and a wave.
"Are we there yet?" Iain asked, breaking Callum's reverie.
"I think it's time to go, yes." Said Finn who had materialised from the other side of the stage where Jason, Brodie, Lee and others were starting to head for the exit to the hall.
Callum and Iain took one last look at the hall where so much had happened. Where so many had watched them and that now was as empty as a politicians promise.
"We all have our entrances and our exits." Finn said, giving Callum a wink.
Had he heard the conversation between him and Robbie?
Callum gave a wan smile, "And how many more parts do we have to play?"
Finn didn't answer, rather he looked from Callum to Iain and back again then pointed to the exit with his hand.
They took the corridor back to the main corridor that ran along the front of the assembly hall. At the far end there was still a cabal of boys from many schools loitering to get out of the school and back to their own schools.
Mr Artino was waiting outside his office. "That was quite a demonstration, gentlemen. And I think we all learned something about ourselves in the process."
"Glad you enjoyed it." Callum said, not entirely sincerely – he didn't want to give Finn or the teacher the impression he was willing to capitulate to just anything at anytime.
"What did you learn?" Iain asked Mr Artino.
"I learned that boys never stop learning. Whether they're teen or thirty-three year old teachers, one can always find new ways to be engaged in leaning."
Smarmy prick.
"Did you learn anything, Iain?" Mr Artino asked.
"I learned life's for the living, so live it or you're better off dead."
Callum smiled at that. He appreciated Iain's ability to look at things so simply. While Callum would worry about his life and where it was going, worry about the next time, worry about his chances with Robbie, Iain would look at this day and think about himself.
That makes Iain sound awfully egocentric.
Callum wished he could be more egotistical sometimes.
"You guys should get off home." Mr Artino concluded.
Finn led the way to the main entrance of the school. They were still totally naked of course but the sweat had dried and so had the cum. And they had had their trainers returned.
"Sadly, your clothes are nowhere to be seen." Barry had informed them with a nudge to Lee's arm.
The entrance was no longer alive with commotion as the boys had left and were now clear across the school grounds.
Neither Callum nor Iain balked at the thought of walking naked outside. In broad daylight. On private school grounds of an all-boys school. Perhaps Callum was less consumed by convention and propriety than he thought.
They all climbed back into Finn's car and buckled up. They were grateful he drove a land rover that sat high above the other cars so at least their cocks would be missed by most vehicles.
"I think you boys have earned an early day." Finn said. "I'll take you both home, shall I?"
It was late in the afternoon; the sun was already falling and turning day to night. Callum rested his head on Iain's shoulder, which Finn watched in the rear-view mirror. He smiled at them, it was rather sweet and he wished he could take a picture. He smiled too at the thought of Mr Douglas's delight when he watched the recording or their performance.
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