Date: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 17:23:34 -0700
From: M M <mwriter65@live.com>
Subject: The Alumni Association 3

Disclaimer: This story involves sex between men and teens, and teens and
teens. It will eventually contain some pretty sever humiliation and
punishment scenes.  If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. It is
just a story. None of the characters are based on anyone real, and none of
this ever happened.

Part 3

There were four "houses" at Wright Academy for Boys, named for former
presidents.  They were organized loosely by the main "tracks" the students
were on, music, athletics, science, etcetera, but not rigidly so, as many
boys excelled in more than one area.  However, Adams House was where most
of the orchestra and band boys lived, and that is where Rory was running
back to.

The room he shared with Danny was on the top floor (as the more senior boys
in the house didn't like having to climb all the stairs all the time) and
at the very end of the hall.  The boys had set the room up with beds on
either side of the room along with desks and a nightstand, leaving a large
space in the middle of the floor where they could practice their music
together. Currently, Danny's cello was sitting on the stand while Danny was
laying on his bed with his laptop.

Danny was also a freshman, but at 14 a year older than Rory and as such,
about 2 inches taller and a good 15 pounds heavier than his smaller
roommate. His smooth olive complexion and short spiky black hair was also a
contrast to Rory's freckles and almost too long for the school dress code
red hair. Unlike Rory he was not their on a scholarship, as he was a legacy
boy, his father being one of the first non-white students at the school
some 30 years prior. His parents (now divorced) were both surgeons, his
father chief cardiologist at a nearby hospital, while his mother had moved
back to Japan when he was just 4.

His father was a busy man, but loved his son dearly, and recognizing some
of his own traits in the boy, groomed him for the association from a young
age. He had attended the public schools in his their tony neighborhood
through grade 8, but his life was highly structured around private tutors
and many instructors in extra curricular activities. When he was caught
making out with an older boy from his Karate class, his father was not
furious as Danny had feared, but that 7th grade summer, his life changed
dramatically as he had begun to receive more specialized training by his
father personally at their summer cabin, and continued throughout 8th grade
when his audition film went before the association for consideration. With
his father's sponsorship, it was passed, and it was decided that Rory would
be a perfect boy to put with him in the program.

As well as being a gifted cellist, a green belt at karate , and a very good
ballet dancer (among other more unique talents), Danny was also a gifted
artist, both pen and ink, and digital. He was studying one of his latest
digital pieces of art, a 3d rendering of his roommate Rory in several
different poses.  The face wasn't quite right yet, and he was studying how
he might make it a bit more realistic. Of course, the cock and balls were
just a guess too, as he hadn't got a change to see the real thing yet, as
Rory was so shy around him, always turning his back to Danny to quickly
change clothes, or put his robe on to go down the hall to the communal
bathroom.

Danny would constantly walk around the room in his underwear at night, just
before bed time, causing Rory to blush furiously as he tried not to
stare. Danny smiled at the thought, knowing full well that Rory was
gay. His father had told him so the week before school started, but also
told him not to do anything with him until a more senior boy took
action. Well today he knew was Rory's first test, and now his own cock was
hard just thinking about it. That and the fact that he was staring at his
rendering of Rory, wearing his school uniform, a school girl uniform, and a
soccer uniform, all three of them with him tied up in Kinbaku (Japanese
extreme rope bondage), hanging from the ceiling. He loved the yaoi art form
and used several of the rather x rated Japanese comic books for inspiration
and had just replaced the boys in them with Rory. He was trying to develop
his own style, but it was also hard not to want to jerk off as he drew the
hot little red head all trussed up for his master!

His hand just started creeping to the tightness in his uniform shorts, when
he heard footsteps coming down the hall. He quickly saved his work and
closed the encrypted file on his laptop, adjusted in on his lap to hide his
erection, just as the door opened and Rory bounded into the room, sweating
and out of breath.

"Dude, you're late! Where have you been?" Danny asked, trying to sound
casual.

"Sorry Danny. Uh, the coach kept me a bit late to help clean up from the
soccer practice," replied Rory, also trying, and not quite succeeding to
sound casual as well. He couldn't stop thinking about what just happened in
the locker room, and the jockstrap he was wearing was a constant
reminder. He was trying to think how he would change that night without
Danny seeing it. "We still have half an hour till dinner, wanna practice?"
He heading for his violin case.

"Sure," Danny answered, hopping off the bed. He was still in uniform, but
had kicked his shoes off, un-tucked his shirt and his tie was hanging from
a peg on the wall near his bed.  He was glad his shirt tails helped hide
his 14 year old bone as he padded over to his cello, and watched while Rory
opened his case and removed his violin.

"Dude, your really sweating, get a towel or something," Danny said
laughing.

Rory blushed, but realized Danny was right, his shirt was stuck to him and
his shorts were clinging to his ass. He pulled his tie off and kicked his
own shoes off, and bent over grabbed a towel to dry off before playing. He
didn't realize as he bent over that his sweaty uniform shorts had climbed
way up his butt and Danny could clearly see the straps of the jock outlined
against the cotton of the uniform short trousers.

Interesting, thought Danny, who pulled his cello in front of him before
giving his cock a squeeze. Damn I need to jerk off soon, he thought.

The hairs on the back of Rory's neck seemed to stand up and he felt as if
he was being watched. Standing up quickly, Rory spun around, but Danny was
flipping through the pages of the music on the stand. Dang I'm being
paranoid, he thought, and tugged at his shorts, grateful for the towel and
the air conditioning that would soon cool him off. He pulled his own shirt
out of his shorts, grabbed his instrument and sat down next to Danny.
Holding his violin, he was suddenly a different boy, all business.

"Where were we?" he said. "Ah right," he pointed his bow to the first
measure. "One, two, three..." Both boys started playing Bach's 1st Menuet
in G. Playing launched Rory into a different world, and at least
temporarily he forgot about all the conflicting emotions that were running
through him as he ran full speed all the way back to his room.

They were almost done with the piece, and Rory was calmed down, but just as
they getting to the last bar, Danny had shifted his foot, and the boys bare
knees touched, causing a fiery thrill to race up Rory's spine. Flustered he
blew that last note, and Danny broke out laughing.

"Sorry dude. My foot slipped. Dang your jumpy today! What happened to you?"
Danny asked, still giggling.

Rory tried to laugh too, aware of the closeness of his friend and trying
not to think about what happened earlier. "Nothing. I just had to clean up
after the soccer team", he adverted his roommates eyes, looking down, but
that didn't help, as now he was staring at his bare leg just below the hem
of his uniform shorts. His cock twitched in the used jock. "Sorry about
that. I think I'm just hungry. Is it time for dinner yet?" He looked at his
bare wrist.  Fuck! He had left in such a hurry that his watch was still in
his PE locker. It was a very fancy Citizen that his aunt had given him as a
parting gift when they said goodbye.

"Two hairs past a freckle?" Danny asked giggling at his own joke.

"I left my watch in my PE locker. Fuck!" Rory explained.

"It won't go anywhere. It's five minutes till dinner. Let's go get in
line," Danny said putting his cello back on the stand. He had a hard on as
well, and really wanted to keep his knee on Rory's, but it would have to
wait.

Both boys got back in their full uniform and joined the throng that were
emptying out of the rooms and heading to the dining hall. They had to put
up with the good natured taunts from the upper classmen, who were allowed
street clothes for the evening meal. Rory didn't mind though. He liked his
uniform, and he liked Danny. He just had to figure out how to work in
everything that had happened.

They sat with other members of the orchestra and the conversation turned to
what everyone was doing on the upcoming long weekend. Even though school
had only been in for a few weeks, a lot of the borders came from the east
coast, and most were going home, with just some of the international and
boys that had come from further would be either staying there, or like
Rory, had been invited by a friend to go home with them.

Danny had gone home every weekend, as his father lived only 20 miles away,
and he still took karate and dance lessons on Saturdays. He didn't tell
anyone about the ballet. His father had insisted, telling the boy at 5
years old that it would help with his karate, and he had been proven
correct as he advanced in both over the years.

"How bout you Calhoun. What are you doing?" The question came the first
chair violinist and a junior (grade 11) named Tom Higgins.

"Uh, Mike Smith invited me to his house I guess. I uh, helped him do stuff
after soccer practice today."

The table got quiet, and Rory was instantly aware of everyone staring at
him.

Tom gave a low whistle, "Dude, he's like the richest guy at school. He
doesn't live in a house, he lives in a fucking mansion!  They have a pool,
tennis courts, dirt bikes, horses, all kinds of shit. We played there at a
fundraiser last year. You will have a blast! What'd you do, suck his dick
or something?"

Of course Tom was just joking, but Rory almost choked on the milk he was
drinking. "I was just helping him clean up cuz he's the captain of the team
and the coach told me too.  I didn't do anything!" He did his best to keep
his voice steady, but was panicking inside and his appetite gone. "Fuck it,
I aint going. I will stay here and practice," Rory said, trying to convince
himself that would make his troubles go away.

"Hey relax little man," Tom said, remembering that Rory was younger than
most of the other boys and not wanting to embarrass him too much.  "His old
man is on the scholarship committee, hell, he probably wrote the check that
got you here. He probably just wants to see if he's getting his money's
worth. You have to go dude. It's bad form to turn down that kind of
invitation. You'll probably rubbing elbows with the dean and coach, and a
bunch of other school bigwigs.

"Wonderful" said Rory sighing. That's all I need. I wonder if Mike's dad
knows about him, he thought.

"It's cool Rory," said Danny. "My pop's alum too, and works on stuff with
Mr. Smith. I've been to their place, and it's pretty mind-blowing.  My dad
hasn't said, but I bet we will be over there sometime over the weekend!"

Rory felt better, but not great, as they headed back to their room after
dinner. He didn't know how all the sex stuff he did this afternoon was
going to fit in around all these bigwigs from the school. He desperately
wanted to ask Danny what he would do. He was the only friend he had, and
even though they had only known each other few weeks (the freshman had to
report a week prior to class beginning for orientation), he had grown very
fond of him.

They got back to the room, and Danny immediately started throwing off his
uniform.  "What are you going to do tonight Rory?, he was peeling off his
socks."

"I dunno. I have some geometry problems to work on, but that shouldn't take
long. Then I should Skype my aunt and tell her about this weekend thing I
guess. How does leaving here work?" Rory was trying not to stare as Danny,
who had taken his shirt off by now, was undoing the fly of his uniform
shorts.

"Well, there is a sign out sheet downstairs in the house office that you
have to sign. My dad has to call during the day to say he is picking me
up. I suppose for you, Mr. Smith can talk to someone, but I think you aunt
has to give permission, but I don't know, you'd better ask the Mr. Hinds,
the housemaster." Danny stepped out of his shorts and was standing in front
of Rory in just his underwear, gray briefs with a black waistband.  "Come
on dude, get changed, let's go downstairs to the common room."  He sat down
on his bed and pulled on some Nike red and yellow basketball socks.

Rory was watching his roommate pull his sock up his smooth leg and had to
force himself to look away. "Yeah, in a minute. I need to ask you something
important Danny.  It can't leave this room, promise?"

Finally, thought Danny. "Sure buddy. I promise. You have my word!" He got
up from his bed and walked over and sat on Rory's desk chair next to his
bed. "You've been acting weird since you got back today. What's going on?"
He placed his hand on Rory's shoulder.

Rory flinched at his touch and felt his cock surge. God I should have
waiting til he put some clothes on he thought and his eyes were drawn to
the small package hidden by the gray briefs. "Ah, what would you do if you
found out someone you really liked was ah, will you what if he liked
boys..." his voice was faltering.

"You mean gay?" Danny asked. "If someone I really liked was a homo?"

Rory started to tearing up. "Yes, I guess that's what I mean."

"You mean besides you and me?" Danny asked. "Who else?"

Rory just sat there for a minute processing what he just heard when he
looked at his friend sitting there grinning.

"You and me? Wait. You? What do you mean me? Fuck, how did you know? When
did you know?" Rory was stammering, but also felt as if a huge weight had
been lifted from his shoulders. "And could you please put some clothes on?
You have been driving me nuts walking around in your underwear all the
time! And if you knew why didn't you tell me?"

"I was pretty sure from the moment we met dude. Gaydar and all that. But
also, you never talk about girls like most of the other apes around here,
you're super neat, you like classical music, and mostly too, your always
checking out other guys, even some teachers!, and no, I'm not getting
dressed until you do. I'm tired of you hiding your bod from me when you are
always perving on me!" Danny was giggling now.

Rory was worried. "Fuck, am I that obvious?"

"Only because it takes one to know one," Danny said leaning forward. He
grabbed Rory's tie and pulled him toward him until they were face to face
and Danny kissed him.  Nothing sexual, just a peck on the lips before Rory
leg go and sat back.

"That took guts Rory, I know. But now I want you to strip for me. I'm gonna
watch you strip and I'm gonna jerk off because it's been three weeks since
I've gotten off. Hurry up or Fletcher (the prefect) will be looking for
us!"  Danny grabbed his crotch and started rubbing it through his
underwear.

Rory was shocked. First at the kiss, and then that Danny wanted to watch
his strip and jerk off right in front of him! What a crazy day! Danny was
gay too! Wow!

His face flushing red, he took off his tie, then his shirt. He kicked off
his shoes next, and started lowering his shorts. It wasn't until he saw the
look of lust on Danny's face that he remembered he was wearing Mike's jock
strap! With the emotional roller coaster he had been on since the afternoon
it slipped his mind, but now it was too late.

"Dude! What the fuck!" Danny acted surprised, not wanting Rory to know he
knew a little more than he let on.

Rory was about to rip off the jock, but Danny stopped him.

"Hold on there sexy. What have we here?" He stood up and walked right up to
Rory.  "Now I know this isn't yours," he said pulling on the waste
band. "It's too big for you and you are not exactly the jockstrap wearing
type are you?"

"Uh, well it's ah, Mike Smith's. He ah, kind of made me wear it." Rory's
cock was stiffening in the cotton pouch.

"Well well well, so that's what you meant by helping him huh?" Danny pulled
the jock down, making Rory's hard 4 inches bend down than slap up against
his belly once free of jock. "Step out of it."

Rory meekly complied, his cock just getting harder as he watched Danny, who
was still wearing just underwear and socks pick up the jock and inspect
it. "Where's your underwear?"

"Uh, he kept them."

Danny smiled and said, "That is so fucking awesome!" He pulled off his own
underpants, giving Rory his look at his friends uncut cock that was half
erect already.

His hand reflexively went to his own cock.

"Tell me everything that happened today Rory. You and Mike Smith obviously
got nasty!" Danny said, rubbing the jock around his own cock. "Here I've
been dying to get off and you are making out with the captain of the JV
soccer team! I didn't figure you to be such a slut!"

"I'm not!" Rory was bushing furiously now. "I've never done
anything...until today I mean. I was just cleaning up when..." and Rory
proceeded to tell the whole story of that afternoons fun. He left out the
part about him cumming in his briefs the first time and he was still too
humiliated about that. Still, when he started reliving the part about
taking Mike's dick in his mouth, and all the dirty talk that went on, he
could feel the blood pumping in his cock. That and watching Danny working
his foreskin back and forth over his fully hard cock. He was fascinated by
uncut dicks, and now he was looking at his second one of the day, and the
fact that it belonged to his Asian friend made it even more erotic.

"That's fucking hot dude. Yeah...jack that dick Rory. Let's cum together!"
Danny whispered. He was watching his friend jack his cut dick while his
hairless balls flopped around in their sack. He was as fascinated with
Rory's ginger pubes as Rory was with his own modest black bush.

Both boys, Rory on his bed and Danny on the edge of Rory's desk chair were
now just a few feet apart, each silently jacking off, naked but for their
socked feet, each taking the other's body in, the only sound was the
friction of each boy attacking their own dick and heavy breathing.

Danny being the more pent up boy erupted first. Both the sight of Rory
jerking his boyhood and his mental picture of the boy on a locker room
bench being force fed a jocks cock sent him over the edge, "Oh shit I'm
cumming.." He held the jockstrap up to his cock to catch his cum, which
flew out of his cock with the force only a teenager who hadn't wacked off
in weeks could . He came so hard it almost hurt as he continued to milk
himself into the jockstrap, "ah fuck, agh, ahg, ahg...fuck yeah!"

Even though he had already cum twice earlier that day, the sight of his
friend and playing partner shooting load after load of boy juice into the
jock set Rory off, and before he had time to react, he spurted out his
third load of the day, the first spurt hitting Danny, just above his own
cock, before Rory caught the rest in his hand, trying to avoided spilling
any on his bed or the carpet.

Both boys sat silent for a moment, catching their breaths, while they came
down from their mutual orgasms. Rory started to feel guilty, as he often
did just after masturbating, but then Danny started giggling. He looked
over at his friend, with a stream of his own cock juice running down that
smooth belly, and then at his own hand, filled with a small pond of his
cum, and he started giggling too. Soon both boys were laughing out loud.

Danny wiped Rory's cum off his stomach and tossed the jockstrap, now cum
rag to Rory, to clean up with. Both boys continued laughing and then
started to get dressed, not saying anything until both were fully clothed
again, Danny in mesh basketball shorts and a plain black t shirt, while
Rory put on some track pants and a white t shirt. They gathered their
school books to go down to the common room where they could finish their
homework and use the internet.

Just as Rory grabbed the door handle, Danny grabbed him by the
shoulder. "Dude, that was really cool and all, and I hope we can have fun
like that again, but I don't want it to get weird or anything. We are
friends first, right?"

"For sure," said Rory grinning, "besides you're the only cello player
that's good enough to play duets with me.

"Bullshit! You're the only violinist that's barely good enough to play with
me!"

Both boys erupted in giggles as they headed downstairs.

Rory finished his homework with ease as usual, and then watched TV until a
computer became free. He quickly logged on hoping to Skype with his aunt,
but he found an email already waiting for him from her.

Apparently a nice man named Dan Smith had called her asking if it was ok
for Rory to spend the weekend at his estate with his son. That sounded
great to her, and she had already sent permission to the dean. As a matter
of fact, she had given blanket permission to the dean to allow Rory to sign
out for weekends with any parents. The school was getting power of attorney
over him as she had already accepted an overseas post and would be
departing next week. The last part of the email gave him pause.

"I'm sorry I won't get to see you before I leave Rory, but this is last
minute and they really need me! You may even be spending the summer at the
school, but they have assured me you will love the summer boarding program!
XXOO Beverley"

So that's it, he thought. She finally got rid of me. Well, she deserved a
life too he supposed. His aunt had been awfully good to him over the years,
but she also gave up a lot. She even took out a large loan for his current
violin, which is the reason he didn't wear fashionable clothes, or have the
latest computer or anything. Still, his eyes were watering as he wrote her
back, wishing her the best and promising to Skype her before she left,
knowing there was little chance of that actually happening now. She would
be in full throttle mode with her new assignment. He was happy for her, but
now he was really alone at this school. He then thought about his new
friends though, and what the coming year would entail.

He logged off right before 9, when all freshmen had to be bed. He motioned
to Danny, who had been watching TV program and they both left for the room,
starting to giggle again.  Soon after the Prefect came by doing a bed
check, and told them to get to sleep, causing even more giggle for a few
minutes. Soon though, Rory was fast asleep. After all he had been through
that day, he was beat!

 As soon as he heard Rory's soft breathing, Danny snuck out his laptop and
continued work on his bondage pictures of Rory. After only a few minutes
though, he just looked at his Yaoi and soon grabbed one of his socks and
slid it over his hardening cock. Between the illustration of his roommate
in tight Japanese rope bondage and his memory of that afternoon's games, it
only took a few pulls before he silently unloaded another load into his
basketball sock. He closed his encrypted file, closed his laptop and fell
asleep with the sock still on his cock as it softened, dreaming of what
might happen this coming weekend.

End of part 3

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