Date: Fri, 27 May 2022 13:04:02 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 18

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The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 17



Friday 15 January 2021

"I don't think I can take this anymore. It just... it hurts too much!" Josh
said, shaking his head in utter dismay.

"Aren't you being a tiny bit melodramatic?" James asked, scowling back at
him.

"Aren't you being a tiny bit NOT moladromanic enough?" Josh asked back
pointedly.

"Mate, the word's `melodramatic'!" Rob corrected him from the opposite side
to James.

Josh glared at Rob and said, "Look, it's bad enough he's trying to kill me
with History. Don't you be throwing English on top of it too unless you
want me to literally drop dead!"

"Wow, so moladramanic!" Rob muttered, sniggering.

"At least he used `literally' correctly!" James replied with a casual
shrug.

Josh lowered his head onto the desk and mumbled, "I hate you both!"

The three boys, along with the rest of the dorm, were working their way
through Study Hour, the time dedicated to homework and extra study at the
end of each day, the final hurdle before true freedom and, more
importantly, dinner. James had `reserved' Josh so he could put in some time
on the extra tutoring that they were doing at Josh's request.

"Well hate me after we've finished studying!" James insisted.

Josh rolled his head to the side so he could glare at James without lifting
it. "Like it's not bad enough that our Friday finishes with double History,
but then you wanna go and study MORE history straight after!"

"I thought it was best to get it in while the subject's still fresh in your
mind!" James reasoned.

"My mind is NOT fresh at 4.30 on a Friday!" Josh pouted.

"I know, I can smell it rotting from here!" Rob sniggered from the other
side.

"You're not helping!" James scolded the other boy.

Rob chuckled and said, "I'm not trying to!"

"Come on, this is interesting stuff!" James insisted.

"Yeah, to you!" Josh argued.

"Should be to you too!" James said, sounding genuinely confused that it
wasn't. "History is what put us where we are today. Our past is what
determines how we live our lives today. So many of our problems have
historical causes and studying can help us fix them!"

Josh sat up and frowned. "So what's the historical cause for you?" he asked
jokingly. "Like, what happened in your past to make you..." he gestured up
and down the other boy, "...like this?"

James visibly flinched at the question. "Like what?" he asked, sounding
offended.

"I think he was just joking!" Rob quickly jumped in.

"No. Like what?" James demanded. "What's... what's wrong with me?"

"Oh... n... nothing," Josh stuttered, realising he had seemingly struck a
nerve. "I was just kidding, I promise!"

"If you've got a problem with me, then let me solve it for you!" James said
sharply. He scowled and went to slam his laptop closed, but paused when he
realised he didn't want to damage it, so he just closed it as firmly as he
dare, then grabbed his stuff and walked away to the other side of the room.

"I was only joking," Josh said sadly, looking to Rob.

"I know. It's okay, he'll get over it!" Rob replied with a shrug, rubbing
his friend's arm gently.

*****

Once dinnertime finally rolled around and the boys all piled into the
Dining Hall, the 1.05 boys queued together as usual though as they headed
to the table, Josh found himself walking beside James who just glared at
him.

"James, I..." Josh started.

"Come on David," James said, cutting Josh off and ignoring him
entirely. "Let's go sit over there so we can actually have an intelligent
conversation!" He pointed to the far end of the usual Year 8 table, where
there was only a small amount of space.

"Erm... but..." David stuttered, but as James' glare turned to him instead
he quickly said, "Yeah, okay!"

"Oh, well if they're doing that," Rob said with as much of a shrug as he
could manage while carrying his tray, "I'm gonna go sit with Alex. I
haven't seen him all day! You be okay?"

"Yeah," Josh said, clearly annoyed at James. He smiled as he spotted his
foster brother, Ellis, sitting at the Year 10 table and said, "I'm gonna
catch up with El. See ya later!"

As the two boys headed away, Chris Nicky and Mikey exchanged confused
looks. "What's going on?" Mikey asked curiously.

"No idea," Nicky said, shaking his head. "But hey, just us... maybe we can
count this as a date!"

Mikey giggled and nodded as he put his tray down on the table.

"Don't dates usually end with sex?" Chris asked playfully. As he got a nod
from Nicky, he grinned broadly and said, "Then a date it is!"

*****

David let out a gentle sigh as he looked around. Normally swimming club was
one of his favourite activities. While a large part of that was the massive
array of scantily-clad students he could enjoy observing, imagining which
ones he might play with should he ever actually begin to develop and be
freed from chastity, the main reason was that it allowed him to hang out
with some of his favourite people.

Ever since the first week at the school, Chris, Danny, James and David had
gone to the club together and he loved every moment. While James was his
best friend, Danny was his first friend and Chris was just so wonderfully
affectionate. It all added up to wonderful experience for David every time
they came to the pool.

Tonight was different though. Danny's absence had been felt since the very
first day, though David had eventually gotten used to it, but now Chris was
missing too, opting to hang out with his boyfriends for the whole evening
rather than cutting their time together short.

"What's up with you?" James demanded as he took a seat on the bench beside
David.

David took a breath, considering what, if anything, to share. At the best
of times James could be dismissive about feelings, but with the mood he had
been in all evening David already knew the best he would get is a, "They'll
be back!" or even a, "Geez, get over it already!" Instead David opted for a
rather bland, "Just not feeling it tonight!"

"Yeah, me neither," James pouted. "Shall we get out of here?"

David shrugged. "Pretty sure it's not safe to go back to the dorm. The
others are... doing stuff!" he said, shaking his head.

James blushed a little and said quietly, "Maybe... we can go in there..."
he nodded towards the locker room, "And maybe... do stuff... too?"

David's face suddenly lit up, but he quickly suppressed it and said, "Yeah,
I guess we could do that... if you want to!"

James looked roughly in David's direction without actually making eye
contact as he nodded.

"Come on then," David said, standing and nodding towards the door.

"Shouldn't we... tell someone or make an excuse or something?" James asked,
concerned the absence would be noted.

David shook his head. "Nah, the good thing about being unimportant is
nobody notices when you sneak away," he giggled, then started
walking. James quickly followed.

After a brief stop at their lockers to retrieve their towels as well as the
key to James' chastity device, they headed into the shower room, smirking
at each other as they spotted an occupied cubicle with at least two sets of
feet visible below the door and the obscured outline of a body pressed
against it. Clearly they were not the only ones in search of a more
scintillating activity for the evening.

Once they were inside a cubicle, both standing more towards the rear for
fear of being spotted as easily as the other boys they had seen, David
quickly removed James' speedo then his chastity belt.

"I feel like I'm never gonna get out of mine!" David exclaimed and nodded
to the belt. "When I got checked at the start of term, I could swear it had
actually got smaller, not bigger!" he said, looking close to tears. "What
if there's something wrong with me?"

"Puberty in males generally starts between the ages of ten and thirteen but
can sometimes start later," James said, reciting the research he had done
on the subject long before even coming to Kingswood. "You don't even turn
thirteen for another one-hundred-and-seventy-nine days!"

David went to ask if the number was accurate, but quickly realised this was
James, so of course it was! "Yeah, well you were only twelve when you
started, so were most of the others, Chris was, like, eleven and Nicky... I
reckon he probably started puberty at birth. So why've I got to wait so
long?" he demanded, clearly getting quite worked up over it.

"Everyone's different!" James explained, remembering that exact comment
from what he had read.

"Yeah, well... I'm already different enough, aren't I? I'm already the
short one and the fat one and the one with two dads and... I don't wanna
always be different!" David said, sniffing slightly.

"You'd rather be the same as everyone else?" James asked, appalled at the
idea.

"No!" David insisted. "I just... I'd like SOME of me to be NOT different!"

"I like that you're different. I'm pretty different too and I like being
different with you!" James explained. As David just stared back and smiled,
James frowned a little and asked, "Did you mean what you said out by the
pool? That you think you're unimportant?"

David pursed his lips, staring down at the floor as he gave a shrug in
response. "Yeah, kinda," he said shyly.

James took a few breaths as David continued to avert his gaze. After a few
moments he said, "I can't speak for the others... because I have literally
no clue how their minds work, if you can even call it that, but... you're
important to me!"

"Really?" David asked, wide-eyed. It was the closest he had ever gotten to
a compliment from James.

"Yeah," James nodded. "You're the most important person in my life, so
please never call yourself that."

"Okay," David said, clearly delighted with the comment.

"David. When... you do, erm, start to change and, erm, get unlocked. Will
that mean that... we won't do this stuff anymore?" James asked.

"I wasn't planning on it!" David answered honestly. "I was actually kinda
thinking we could do stuff... together!"

"What, you mean... like... masturbating each other?" James asked, blushing
as his cock began to swell.

"Or more!" David smiled. "There's loads I wanna do and if I get to do it
with you, that's even better!" He looked thoughtful for a moment and added,
"But... I don't wanna do anything that's gonna... freak you out again!"

James winced at the comment. Twice now he had let David try stimulating him
orally and both times he had been unable to proceed past the first few
seconds.

"Is it... me?" David asked, not sure he wanted to know the answer.

James shook his head but frowned, visibly annoyed. "I don't know what it
is!" he said, looking almost pained. "I don't know and I HATE not knowing
stuff!"

"We'll figure it out," David said, reaching out to take his friend's hand
as he smiled sweetly. "But how about for now we don't do that and
maybe... try something else?"

James nodded and said, "Yeah, I'd like that. What... erm... what've you got
in mind? Not bottom stuff!" He shook his head emphatically.

David chuckled. "No, I was thinking something... a bit easier," he said
coyly, beginning to blush a little. "Have you... ever kissed anyone?"

James shook his head.

"Would you... like to?" David asked nervously.

James stared back for a moment, then nodded.

Both boys gulped as they stared in anticipation, before both leaned in a
little. Their mouths met for a closed-mouth kiss that lasted barely five
seconds before they pulled away.

"No freak out?" David asked, wide-eyed.

James gave one of his rare but sweet smiles as he shook his head. "So let's
do more, cos that was fun!" he said quietly.

They leaned into each other again and kissed, this time grabbing each other
gently, their bare bodies pressing together. They let out a synchronised
moan then both sniggered at it, but continued kissing. Eventually, David's
lips parted and he allowed his tongue to delicately probe at James' mouth
which opened slightly in response. As their tongues met, they both pulled
away, giggling.

"That felt funny," James said with a grin.

"Funny good or funny bad?" David asked, knowing he had enjoyed it but
desperately hoping James had too.

"Well, erm..." James said, taking a step back to look down at his erection.

"Definitely good then!" David said cheerfully. "Why don't I play with that
while we kiss some more?"

James feigned looked contemplative for a moment, then grinned again and
said, "Okay!"

They quickly grabbed onto each other again as they kissed, one of David's
hands finding its way to James' cock while the other gripped tightly onto
the back of his neck. James' hands returned the favour, one caressing
David's soft torso, the other starting on his back before sliding up into
his jet black hair.

James's moans slowly became higher-pitched as their embrace pushed him
closer and closer to release. When he finally reached the point of no
return, he ended the kiss but pressed his forehead against David's, eyes
closed as he gasped, "Ugh, David... unnnh!"

David happily pumped away at the twitching dick as it spurted its small
load over his stomach and dribbled down his legs.

They held onto each other as James caught his breath, exchanging a few more
brief pecks on the lips before pulling away completely. They kept
exchanging shy glances as they started up the shower and got cleaned off,
occasionally giggling together.

By the time they made their way back to their lockers, some of the
activities were reaching their conclusions and the locker room was
beginning to get busier. Just as James was pulling on his clothes, the rest
of the swimmers headed in.

"I thought you two left already!" Adrian stated as he saw James and David.

Before they could answer, one of the older boys interjected with, "Sneaking
out early but still being here half an hour later. I reckon we all know
what they've been up to!" he teased. James was just about to object when
the older boy added a playful, "You've been a naughty boy, champ!"

David laughed the comment off immediately, but James, who was just getting
his last few items from his locker completely froze up. All the colour
drained from his cheeks, his hands trembled and he was suddenly drenched in
a fine sheen of sweat as he stood locked in place. He likely wouldn't have
moved at all if it hadn't been for David nudging him to ask, "You okay?"

James inhaled sharply, unaware he had even been holding his breath. Despite
his shakiness, he managed to nod back at David, then silently finished
loading up his bag to leave.

*****

Chris let out a contented sigh as he leaned back with his eyes closed. He
was sat, fully naked, with an arm stretched out to each side, one around
Mikey and the other around Nicky. He smiled as he felt lips on his neck,
slowly kissing their way up to his mouth. He let his eyes flick open for a
moment and glanced to either side.

Both of the others were stroking their cocks slowly as they kissed him. As
much as he enjoyed holding his two boyfriends, he did find himself
regretting his choice of position as it left him unable to pleasure himself
along with them. "If anyone feels like lending me a hand..." he mumbled.

He immediately felt two hands on him, though not where he had
intended. Mikey's hand began stroking his chest, allowing a finger to
occasional glance over a nipple, while Nicky's hand lowered to his leg,
rubbing it gently, occasionally sliding to his inner thigh, tantalisingly
close to his balls. Chris let out a frustrated moan but knew if he asked
for what he wanted, the other two were likely to deprive him of it more,
purely for their own entertainment. Instead he settled for just sitting and
enjoying what they were doing, his throbbing cock glistening at the tip
with a bead of precum.

Chris endured an agonising fifteen minutes sitting there with the two
masturbating boys, letting out occasional whimpers as he heard the
tell-tale noises he had learned by now signalled each of them was on the
brink of release. `I like that I know their noises,' he thought to himself
happily. `It's so weird how quickly they've gone from just mates
to... this!' he thought, looking side to side as he smiled.

`Is it quick though?' Chris thought. `I got with Nicky on my birthday, so
then October, November, December and some of January... fuck, it's been
four months already! Three with Mikey too! That's pretty long. Wait, how
long was Kyle? November, December, January, February, March... five
months. Wow, I'm getting close! And this is going so well!'

Chris' smile dropped for a moment. `I screwed things up with Kyle because
of Danny and now... Danny's not here and things are going great. I
wonder... would they be going so well if he WAS here? Fuck! No! Shut up!'
he told himself. `If Danny comes back... wait, no, not IF, when... WHEN
Danny comes back, will things... change? Is it me? Is it him? Fuck! Fuck
fuck fuck fuck. Stop thinking that. Just... focus on Nicky and Mikey. You
love them!' he smiled to himself again. `Yeah, you do, you love your
boyfriends. Hehe, boyfriends... two of them... that is SO cool. Oh wait,
Nicky's gonna cum!'

"I'm gonna cum," Nicky gasped.

`Told ya so!' Chris thought with an internal snigger.

Nicky and Mikey both watched excitedly as Nicky let out a happy moan and
spurted spunk all over his body, the first two spurts hitting the underside
of his chin before dripping back down onto his skinny chest.

As Nicky moved, Chris pulled his arm free and grabbed his cock with a
happy, "Yesss!"

"Nuh-uh!" Mikey instructed immediately, knocking Chris' hand away. "I'll
finish you off when I'm done with me!"

"Ugh, well hurry up!" Chris grumbled.

Nicky sniggered at the two. "Well, I'll let you two finish off. I'm
grabbing a shower!" he said as he stood, cleaning off the spunk from his
body with his discarded underwear.

As Chris sat enduring Mikey's torturously slow wank, he watched Nicky and
chuckled. "I love that you're getting dressed, just to go and get undressed
in the shower!" he said, shaking his head.

Nicky still lacked the confidence to walk round to the shower room in a
towel like most of the other boys, preferring to make the journey fully
dressed and then get re-dressed before leaving too. Nicky didn't reply, he
just blushed. He knew it was weird and had it been something Chris or Mikey
was doing he likely would have been helping them tackle it, but it turned
out it was a lot easier to help others than to help yourself. With a meek
smile, he headed out of the room carrying his shower gear and change of
clothes.

Nicky let out a gentle sigh as he got out into the corridor. He walked
along, missing the days when he was in dorm 1.01 and much closer to the
shower room. Just as he passed his old dorm, the door opened and a few of
the room's occupants walked out. They stopped as they spotted the older
boy.

"Oh, hey, it's donkey boy!" one of the Year 7 boys said with a snigger.

Nicky froze. He wanted to tell them to piss off, or to just ignore them and
carry on walking, but instead he was just stuck in place.

"Donkey boy?" another asked. "Why donkey boy?"

"He's hung like one!" Froggy said, grinning wickedly. "He's the guy Angel
pranked at diving club!"

It was strange. Normally saying someone had a big dick would be a
compliment by Kingswood standards, but the younger boys seemed to have
picked up on Nicky's discomfort around it. The prank at diving club had
involved getting Nicky to drop his speedo, getting him hard and then
knocking him into public view, where he had received a roar of laughter
from the rest of at club's attendees.

It had ended up being Josh who got revenge for the prank on Nicky's behalf,
rigging the younger boys' speedos to fall apart in water, presumably
leaving them with their own embarrassment, though neither of them had
witnessed it.

"Not seen ya at diving club, donkey boy," Froggy said with a grin. "Too
scared to show your face after your lame attempt to prank us?"

"I didn't... do anything," Nicky said, shrinking away from them.

"So you didn't try to set us up to end up naked too?" Froggy asked, looking
curiously at Nicky. "Is that maybe why you quit diving?" He looked to
Angel, seemingly for approval of the taunt.

"N... no..." Nicky stuttered at the aggressive boy, cowering a little as
Angel stood silently.

"N n n n n n... no!" one of the other boys mocked, getting laughs from the
rest. "Look at that!" he said, "He's twice our size and shit-scared of us!
What a pussy!"

"Wait, is he a donkey or a pussy?" one of the other boys asked, getting a
laugh again.

"He's both!" Froggy declared. "From now on he's Donkey-pussy!" He looked to
Nicky and asked, "You like that, Donkey-pussy?"

"Leave me alone," Nicky squeaked, clearly on the verge of tears.

"Everything okay out here?" Mr Trent asked, emerging from dorm 1.02 next
door.

"Yes Sir, just catching up with an old friend from diving club!" Angel
said. His nickname, although clearly based on his name, suddenly seemed so
apt. His tone, his demeanour, all of it was nothing short of angelic. "But
he was just leaving!"

Nicky took the interruption as his opportunity to escape and almost ran the
rest of the way to the shower room. As soon as he was in the cubicle, he
turned to the shower on, hoping the sound would muffle what he knew what
was about to happen as he burst into tears.

*****

Rob felt so grown-up, having spent a large part of the evening in the
second floor Common Room, occupied almost entirely by Year 10 and 11
students. He had been intending to spend the evening with Alex, but he had
been invited by his dormmates to join them for a few games of pool in the
Common Room.

With Alex still working on rebuilding his relationship with his peers after
years of disharmony, Rob had been keen to support anything that helped that
happen. After all, it had been Rob who took the first steps to fixing
things. As a compromise, Alex had joined his friends and Rob had tagged
along with them all.

It helped that Rob was already close with one of Alex's dormmates,
Isaac. Being a fellow rugby captain, Rob saw him almost as often as he saw
Alex, the group of captains meeting a few times a week for both
rugby-related and non-rugby-related activities. The other two members of
the dorm, Paddy and Luke both seemed nice enough and the few times Rob had
hung out with them they always seemed fun.

As the older boys played pool, Rob was beginning to notice how comfortable
they were all getting with him. Aside from the casual insults and teases
coming his way, a typical Kingswood way of expressing affection, they were
beginning to get more physically affectionate too. Several times Isaac had
stood behind Rob, arms casually around him as they watched the others
play. Luke and Paddy weren't quite that tactile yet, but they were getting
there.

It all seemed to be an exceptionally ordinary, but pleasant, evening until
Rob heard Isaac say, "Let's make this interesting!"

"Oh god, what are you thinking?" Paddy asked, shaking his head. This was
seemingly not unusual for Isaac, the mischief-maker of the group.

"Mini tournament. Two one-on-one matches, with the winners facing each
other to determine the overall winner... who earns themselves a prize!"
Isaac suggested, grinning deviously.

"Sure," Alex said, just happy to be involved.

"Hmm," Luke hummed, eyeing Isaac suspiciously. "What's the prize?" he asked
wearily.

Isaac's gaze turned to Alex and Rob who were stood together at one
side. "Winner gets a night with Alex's little boy-toy!"

"Fuck!" Luke sniggered in shock.

"Seriously?" Paddy asked, looking from Isaac to Alex.

"What? Me? What?" Rob said nervously, suddenly very alert.

"Wait, what do I get if I win? I already have the boy-toy!" Alex asked.

"Alex!" Rob exclaimed, staring at Alex disapprovingly.

"Sorry," Alex immediately apologised. "I mean I already have Rob!"

"The choice of description wasn't my objection!" Rob said, amazed he even
needed to explain it.

"If you win, you and boy-toy Rob get one of us for the night!" Isaac
offered, still grinning.

"No!" Rob insisted. He turned to Alex and pulled him away a little as he
shook his head and insisted. "No!"

"Rob, come on, they're finally... I dunno, letting me in. Please, do it for
me!" Alex pleaded.

Rob sighed. He hated the idea of being used as a prize, but as he looked
into Alex's pleading eyes, he couldn't say no. "Ugh, fine, but you'd better
win!"

Alex leaned in and kissed the boy, getting a few playful `oohs' from the
others then smiled and said, "You're seriously the best!"

"Let's hope you're seriously the best at pool!" Rob said back, frowning a
little.

*****

"Owwwwww," Josh moaned as he lay flat on his face. "I think I'm dying!"

"Mate, I think you're maybe being a bit melodramatic!" Blane smirked as he
sat on the floor beside the prone boy.

Josh turned his head sharply to stare at the Teaching Assistant, who was
currently running the dance class going on around them. "Why does everyone
keep calling me that?" he pouted.

"Probably because of all the melodramatics, but I can only really speak for
myself," Blane sniggered. He had sat down to make sure Josh was okay. Josh
had taken quite a hard fall attempting a flip that he had overshot and
ended up hitting the ground face first. Blane had been able to tell right
away there was no harm done physically, much to his relief. "D'you think
you might consider standing up?" he asked casually.

"I would, but in case you missed it... I'm dying!" Josh pouted, turning his
head away again.

"Oh yeah, not melodramatic at all," Blane mumbled, shaking his head. He
sighed and said disappointedly, "I thought you might maybe want to show off
some moves now you've got an audience!"

Josh's head turned back suddenly. "An audience?" he asked excitedly then
jumped to his feet.

"Oh, look at that, he's alive!" Blane said, smirking as he stood up.

Josh looked round the room, curious to see who was watching and suddenly
waved excitedly as he saw Ellis and Jensen, his two older foster brothers
sat at the back of the room. They both waved back.

After that, Josh was on top form, pulling out his fanciest moves and
following along with a few new ones as he darted around the room, working
with some of the more experienced dancers in the club, all while doing his
best to pretend he wasn't entirely showing off for Jensen and Ellis.

"Hey guys!" Josh panted as he approached the older boys when Blane
dismissed them all.

"Dude, you've got some serious moves!" Jensen said, offering his usual fist
bump, not really the most tactile of boys.

"Yeah, bud. You were on fire!" Ellis added, grabbing Josh in a quick hug
before immediately pulling away and saying, "And it seems they put out that
fire with sweat. Eww!" He screwed up his face in disgust, though it was
softened a little by a hint of a smirk.

"Shut up!" Josh sniggered, punching Ellis playfully in the stomach. "Nice
of you to come and watch. Nowt better to do?" he asked playfully.

"I've got like a million better things to do," Jensen joked, "But when we
found out your little secret, we figured we had to have a word with you!"

"What... secret?" Josh asked nervously, glancing around, though the room
was already emptying as the few other dance club members were already
heading out to shower. He didn't even understand why he was nervous. He
didn't have any secrets, as far as he knew. It was actually quite a nice
way to be after carrying round the huge secret about his abuse for so many
years.

"You... growing up!" Ellis said with a cheeky grin.

Josh frowned, lost for a moment before he realised what the older boy
probably meant. Upon his return to Kingswood after the Christmas break,
Josh had been `tested', as all undeveloped boys were, and had subsequently
been found to have begun his sexual development. It had resulted in
permanent removal of his chastity device. It was normally a cause for great
celebration. After all, what boy doesn't love the idea of being reunited
with their favourite toy, but Josh's feelings on it had been... mixed, to
say the least.

"How did you know? Who told you?" Josh asked, confused rather than annoyed.

"The app!" Ellis said, holding up his phone.

"Oh!" Josh exclaimed, nodding. The Kingswood App, the program that replaced
or removed most phone functions while the boys were on school property
included a messenger which showed names either in red, to indicate they
were locked and not to engage in sexual activity, or in green, indicating
they were free to do as they liked. Josh hadn't even considered that his
name would have been updated upon his release.

"Mate, why didn't ya tell us?" Jensen asked, tilting his head
sympathetically.

"I dunno," Josh shrugged. "I mean... you're my brothers and I didn't know
if `hey, guess who's free to jerk off now' was something brothers are
allowed to talk about!"

"Ugh, ya daft git!" Jensen said, reaching out to pull Josh into one of his
rare hugs. "You're ALLOWED to talk to us about anything. That's kinda the
point!"

"He's right," Ellis agreed. "I know you got all sorts of people to talk to
now and maybe you are, but... we're always here too."

"Thanks," Josh said, blushing a little. Even nine months in, he was still
getting used to the idea of big brothers he could not only talk to, but
actually trust as well.

"Now," Jensen said, pulling Josh to sit between himself and Ellis, "Have
you actually spoken to anyone or are you doing your usual `Josh' thing and
just holding it all in?"

As Josh stared down at his hands, feeling an arm around him from either
side, he began to whimper as he struggled in vain to hold back tears. He
felt Ellis pull him close, Jensen's hand remaining supportively on his
back, stroking gently. The tears only lasted a few moments before he
sniffed and sat back up and wiped his nose with the back of his hand,
running it halfway down his arm.

"Wow, sexy move!" Jensen joked.

"Shut up," Josh chuckled, then sniffed again. "Sorry, I don't know where
that came from!"

"Ten years of horrific and traumatising abuse maybe?" Ellis suggested.

Josh pouted as he thought, then nodded and chuckled. Trauma was no stranger
to any of the three `Sons of Kingswood' as they were commonly
known. Jensen's parents had been killed while working as missionaries in an
overseas warzone, while Ellis had endured years of neglect thanks to his
parents' drug addictions which had ended with him being taken into care
when they were both imprisoned. Joking about their tragic pasts had been
not only a bonding experience for the three adopted brothers, but also one
of their best coping tools.

Josh let out a sigh, the silence around him was uncharacteristic of the two
older boys and a clear sign they were giving him space to talk as he
needed. "I guess... I dunno... sex stuff before was always... I dunno, I
can't even say unpleasant. Like, when my brothers used to lend me out to
their friends, some of them were so sweet and kind and gentle and a part of
me actually kind of enjoyed what I did with them. But sometimes it was
just... painful, or scary or... weird!" Josh explained as the others nodded
along, still holding him comfortingly. "But whether it was good or bad, it
was always... because of THEM, because of Ryan and Mark. I never did any of
that stuff because I wanted to or because I liked someone, it was cos they
wanted me to suffer!"

"Yeah, that sounds like it'd mess you up," Ellis acknowledged, nodding
slightly.

Josh sighed again, his face screwing up thoughtfully. "The one time I
actually did stuff with someone I care about, by choice, was with Rob and
that was..." Josh paused, thinking back to the night before the lowest
moment of his life. "Well, that was supposed to be my last night before I
died!"

"Jesus," Jensen muttered, shaking his head as he stroked Josh's back
caringly.

"So yeah, being unlocked... being... able to do stuff... it's giving me a
lot to think about!" Josh went on.

"Yeah, just a bit!" Ellis said, then puffed out his cheeks as he exhaled.

Josh let out a gentle sigh. "I know the way we usually do things... the way
Jack encourages us to... ya know, just listen to each other talk, don't
butt in with your own stuff or advice. Well, I appreciate it but... I guess
I'm giving you permission to advise away. Give me your wisdom, all-knowing
big brothers," he invited them with a smirk.

Ellis and Jensen exchanged slightly blank looks. Sure, they had handled
their own traumas and supported each other with theirs, but this felt way
beyond their own experience.

Eventually it was Jensen who spoke up. "Look Josh, we haven't been where
you are. Fuck, I doubt there are many people who have, so we can never know
exactly what you're dealing with but... I suppose the general advice I'd
give is just... take it at your own pace!"

"Yeah, that!" Ellis immediately agreed.

"Nobody here's gonna force you to do anything you don't want to do," Jensen
started.

"Not true!" Josh quickly interjected, then smirked as he said, "You haven't
met my tutors. They're always making me do stuff I don't want to do!"

The older boys chuckled. As Jensen ruffed Josh's hair, he went on, "Okay,
nobody's gonna force you to do anything sexual, so just... do what feels
right. You just wanna jerk off and never do more than that with anybody for
the rest of your time here, then that's fine. You wanna jump into bed with
the next guy you see, that's fine too. Just... find what makes you happy,
explore, try things out but know your limits. And never be afraid to say
no. Does that... make sense?"

Josh smiled and nodded. "It does," he said happily. "Erm... I do... kinda
have one more question," he said, blushing heavily.

"Oh I know that look!" Jensen grinned.

"You do?" Ellis asked, looking at Josh with a confused expression.

"Yeah, that's basically the `is it incest if we're only adopted brothers'
look!" Jensen grinned.

"What's incest?" Josh asked.

"Wait, there's a look for that?" Ellis asked, shocked. "Why's there a look
for that? And why do you know it?"

Jensen let out a sigh. "Ah, you remember Paolo? He was at the reunion right
before Josh came along," Jensen said. As he got a nod from Ellis, Jensen
grinned and went on, "Well we were... close. VERY close, if you know what I
mean!"

"Like... `dicks in bums' close?" Josh asked, intrigued.

Jensen burst into laughter for a moment then shook his head as he said,
"That may be the cutest thing you've ever said! Also... yes!"

"Fuck. Seriously?" Ellis asked. "That's... I dunno, weird... hot, but
weird!"

Josh quickly started, "Wait, so you two have never..."

"Oh god, no!" Jensen interjected quickly, shaking his head emphatically.

"Wow, answer quicker next time!" Ellis said, looking hurt. "What's wrong
with me?"

Jensen frowned. "Do you... WANT to do stuff with me?" he asked, looking
slightly appalled.

"No!" Ellis insisted. "But... it's nice to at least be considered," he
pouted.

Jensen sniggered. "I did consider you," he admitted. "For, like, two
seconds, but when you got fostered, you needed a brother, not a hook-up,
so... that's what ya got!"

"You two are so funny," Josh giggled.

"Sorry, back to you," Jensen said, realising they had been
side-tracked. "But let's just say if stuff like that was what you needed,
I'd be willing to help!"

"So magnanimous of you!" Ellis smirked.

"Everyone's using big words today," Josh pouted.

"Sorry," Ellis chuckled. "But I'm also willing to... help!"

"Thanks," Josh smiled. "I'm not... saying I want that, but... I dunno,
having guys I trust to try things with might be what I need. I guess I'll
figure it out, eventually!"

"And we'll be here when you do, for whatever you need!" Jensen offered with
a smile.

"You guys are the best!" Josh said happily, leaning on Jensen as he held
Ellis' hand.

After a few moments of quiet, Ellis asked, "So what ya packin' down there?"

"El! Seriously!" Jensen snapped, shaking his head.

"Oh come on, tell me you're not curious!" Ellis sniggered.

Jensen went to reply as both of the other stared at him. "That's... not the
point! We'll see it if, and when, Josh chooses to show us! Okay?"

Josh almost skipped his way into the locker room as he left his brothers
squabbling. They had decided to wait for him to shower so they could walk
back home with him after. He quickly stripped off, casually waving goodbyes
to some of the other boys who had gone in ahead of him and were already
leaving as he headed for the showers.

He had no intention of doing anything while he was in there, but as he
stood under the warm spray, his aching muscles relaxing after an active
evening of rugby then dancing, he couldn't help but notice his dick
stiffening from his own hands roaming his body. He happily dispensed a
little more shower gel and really lathered his front up, keeping only his
back under the shower to avoid rinsing it away.

Slender fingers slid back and forth across his stomach, gently tracing the
lines of his muscles as he almost gave himself a hernia flexing enough to
make them appear. Remembering how Rob enjoyed having his nipples played
with, he let one hand raise up, gently tweaking at one. It felt nice, but
didn't seem to give him the same electric sensation Rob seemed to enjoy.

He began to let his hands roam south, each sliding down onto a thigh, then
into the middle and back up either side of his balls and raging-hard
cock. He avoided touching it for now, not even sure if he wanted to yet,
instead letting his hands stroke the smooth area above it, curious to know
how soon he would see the same hair growing he had started to see on his
friends.

He began to explore more, for the first time intentionally experiencing his
body and his own touch, noting happily the bits he liked and the bits that
felt... weird. Despite his initial hesitation, he allowed his hand to find
its way to his erection. Barely longer than his index finger and almost as
slender, he knew that was another area he was far behind his peers with but
he didn't care. Let them have their big dicks and their pubes and their
crazy sex-stuff. For now he was happy to just be free to explore himself.

He gave his dick a cautious stroke and let out a quiet moan at the
pleasurable sensation, but then dropped his hand away and turned, letting
the shower wash away the lather of the shower gel. He smiled as he
remembered his big brother's words, "Take it at your own pace!"

*****

"Hi," Nicky exclaimed as he opened the door and saw Mikey approaching. "Oh,
bye!" he added as Mikey ran past, giving him a playful kiss on the cheek on
the way.

"Where's he going?" Nicky asked, looking over at Chris.

"Business!" Chris said, shaking his head.

"Fair enough," Nicky said, not thinking about it too much. His encounter
with Angel and the Year 7s was still fresh in his mind.

"I don't remember seeing him bring stuff back after Christmas break," Chris
said, frowning.

"Huh?" Nicky hummed casually, having not really been listening as he put
his shower stuff away.

"When you two got back from break," Chris clarified. "He usually has, like,
a giant sack of goodies to trade, but... I didn't see one this time!"

Nicky frowned as he thought about it. Ever since he had traded a box of
McNuggets for a prime slot on the Common Room's video games back in Year 7,
Mikey had been building an empire based on the black-market trading of
unhealthy snacks. Nicky had never really pried into it too deeply, just
enjoying the spoils instead, always able to get in on any activity he,
Mikey and Chris wanted as well as a range of other little perks. "Yeah, now
you mention it... he didn't, like, go out and get loads of stuff. I mean,
he got so much stuff from my parents at Christmas that I think they might
actually prefer him to me, but... it wasn't THAT much!" Nicky mused as he
went and sat down with Chris on the sofa.

"Hmm, so where's he getting his supply?" Chris asked.

"Or what's he doing if he's not even trading that stuff? What if it's
something else?" Nicky pondered.

They both thought for a moment, curious to know what their third was up to.

Chris suddenly frowned as he looked Nicky up and down. "Are you okay?" he
asked, stroking his arm gently.

Nicky hesitated a moment, both surprised and a little touched that Chris
seemed to sense something was wrong without him saying
anything. "Erm... yeah, fine. Why?" he asked, not wanting to share the
embarrassing encounter. After all, what self-respecting Year 8 would
confess to being bullied by a bunch of younger kids?

"You just seem... I dunno... off!" Chris frowned.

Nicky forced a smile. "Aww, it's sweet when you worry about me," he said
happily, "But I'm fine." It was a lie. He wanted to cry again and he wanted
Chris to hold him while he did it, but that would mean admitting Year
7s... younger boys... were able to get to him so easily, so instead... he
smiled.

Chris frowned, reluctantly taking him at his word, but still gave him a
tight hug, though they both jumped a moment later as the door slammed
open. They gave each other a curious look as they saw Rob storm in. They
nudged each other a few times, silently arguing over who would speak, but
in the end Nicky won by grabbing and twisting one of Chris' nipples.

"Ahh..." Chris yelped in response to the nipple twister, but not wanting
Rob to see it was forced quickly turned it into, "Arrre... you okay, Rob?"

"Just frickin' great," Rob pouted as he flopped onto the sofa in front of
the other two.

"Yeah, you seem it," Nicky smirked.

Rob rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Alex lost me in a bet on a game of
pool!"

Chris and Nicky stared back at him for a moment, then looked to each other
and shrugged. Once again they silently argued over who would ask, but this
time Nicky just had to threaten another nipple twist before Chris said,
"Lost you? How? Like... you're someone else's boyfriend now?"

Rob shook his head. "No... but I might dump him for agreeing to bet me
anyway," he pouted. "The prize was... a night with Alex's..." he nearly
said boy-toy, as had been stated at the time, but it felt too embarrassing,
so he finished with, "...boyfriend! Winner got a night with ME doing
whatever they want and Alex didn't win, so someone else gets me!"

Chris and Nicky stared for a few moments, then looked at each other and
burst into laughter.

"Oh I'm glad my misery entertains you!" Rob complained, folding his arms
moodily.

"Sorry mate," Chris said, still sniggering a little. "It's just... that may
be the most Kingswood thing to have EVER happened!"

"Ugh, everything sucks and I hate everyone!" Rob said, shaking his head.

"Hey, everyone includes me, ya know!" Josh suddenly declared from behind
him.

Rob looked round and smirked as he said, "My statement still stands!"

"Oh, so you hate me?" Josh asked, "That means I can do what I want and it
won't make things any worse!"

"What are you..." Rob started, but before he could even get the question
out, Josh had launched himself over the back of the sofa, grappled Rob and
flipped him over so he landed on the floor in front of Nicky and Chris.

Josh lay happily on the sofa staring down at the boy on the floor as Chris
and Nicky both laughed at the move.

"Well someone's in an annoying mood tonight," Rob sniggered, more pleased
to see a happy Josh than annoyed at the unprovoked assault.

"Yeah, well you're in an annoying mood every night!" Josh replied, poking
out his tongue.

"And one night soon, someone else gets to enjoy it!" Chris teased.

"Oh my god, shut up!" Rob snapped, rolling his eyes.

"Huh?" Josh grunted curiously.

"Alex used him to bet on a game of pool... and lost. Now he's gonna be
shared out like a cheap hooker!" Chris sniggered.

A huge grin spread across Josh' face as he prepared to begin ribbing Rob
mercilessly.

"You're such a dick," Nicky whispered to Chris, nuzzling up to him as they
both laughed quietly at the playful argument unfolding before them.

*****

With Danny's absence now in its seventh week and Chris still unable to
sleep alone (though he insisted he COULD but preferred not to) the boys
were still taking it in turns to share his and Danny's double bunk each
night. It was David's turn and he couldn't be happier about it.

While David was admittedly closest to James and Danny, he was close enough
to all of the boys in the dorm to comfortably spend time with them... maybe
not Mikey, who still intimidated him a little, but he had no problem with
Chris. In fact, he loved the nights they had spent together, though he did
feel a little guilty whenever he thought about enjoying Danny's
absence. Guilt aside, sleeping with Chris was fun because the slightly
older boy was simply so affectionate and tactile. Falling asleep entangled
in his limbs was a wonderful feeling.

As the two boys cuddled up together after lights-out, conversations began
popping up around the dorm, with James chatting to Rob and Josh on the
bunks below him while Mikey and Nicky started talking quietly above.

Chris suddenly gave David a tight squeeze then whispered, "That's from
Danny, by the way. I spoke to him earlier and he said to give you a big hug
from him!"

"Aww, that's so sweet," David beamed delightedly. "How's he doing?"

Chris let out a slight sigh.

"Badly?" David asked, panicking a little.

"Oh, no!" Chris insisted, realising how nervous David could get and easily
assume the worst. He was very much like Kyle in that regard. Chris always
had to be careful when updating Kyle on Danny's progress and it seemed
David warranted the same caution. "Not bad, it's just... he doesn't seem to
want to talk about it much," Chris explained. "Or about anything at all
really..." he added in barely more than a whisper. "He mainly asks about
Brian!"

"Oh, how IS Brian doing?" David asked, having gotten to know all of his
dormmates mentors, even before Brian and Danny got together.

Chris shrugged. "I dunno. Brian's not goo at sharing his feelings... or
much of anything really," he explained. "He just wants to, like... be there
for me and make sure I'm okay, but it's so obvious how much he's missing
Danny... and just as obvious how much Danny's missing Brian. They just
don't seem to want to worry each other, which is kinda sweet I suppose, but
annoying having to be stuck in the middle. But... with Danny, I ask how
he's doing and all I get is `yeah, all good' before he goes on to asking
for the gossip from round here!"

"Well... `all good' is... good... isn't it?" David asked, thinking hard.

Chris chuckled. "I guess so," he said quietly.

"He'll be back soon, won't he?" David asked hopefully.

Chris thought for a moment. Before Christmas, James had confided in him
that he didn't even dare to hint at Danny not coming back for fear of
upsetting the youngest member of their dorm. So could Chris do it now? The
truth was, Chris simply didn't know the answer. He didn't really know how
well Danny was recovering. He didn't know how soon he might return. He
didn't know IF he would even be able to return with how much work he was
missing.

As much as he wanted to avoid upsetting David, he couldn't bring himself to
just lie to his face (or the patch of darkness where he knew David's face
was, anyway). Instead, he opted for a very honest, "I hope so!"

David gave a thoughtful hum and nestled against Chris for a moment. He
raised his head again and whispered so quietly Chris almost couldn't hear
it, "Hey, Chris, can you do me a favour?"

"Sure," Chris whispered back, figuring it was something Danny-related.

"Will you let me suck your willy?" David asked softly.

Chris had to raise his hand to his mouth to avoid laughing aloud. Aside
from the entirely unexpected sexuality of it, the terminology David used
was simply too adorable. "Is that... really a favour for you? Sounds more
like a favour for me!" he replied after composing himself.

"I guess it's a matter of perspective," David replied
introspectively. "So... can I?"

"Erm... why?" Chris asked curiously.

"Chris," David whispered, his voice low but his tone still somehow
stern. "I can lay here and tell you a story, or I can go under the covers
and do it. Your call!"

Chris once again stifled a laugh at the directness but responded by lifting
the covers.

David giggled quietly, gave Chris a quick peck on the cheek then vanished
down into the bed.

Having cum less than a couple of hours earlier with Mikey, Chris was unsure
how responsive he would be, especially to David who he always just viewed
as a kid brother and nothing more. As the smaller boy's hands grasped at
his underwear and pulled it down, he felt his cock begin to stiffen. He
felt David's mouth wrap around it immediately.

As Chris lay there enjoying the surprisingly good sucking, he couldn't help
wondering what had driven the request, but more importantly if this was
maybe David's first time. It was a big secret that David and James did
`things' together... which simply meant that everyone knew about it but
didn't talk about it. Beyond that, had David ever been with anyone?
Technically, being locked in chastity he shouldn't have been doing anything
with anyone, but that had never stopped Chris when Danny was locked.

And just like that, he was back to Danny! As his mind lingered on his
absent best friend, David continued his enthusiastic sucking. As Chris lay
there, he allowed himself to imagine it was Danny down under the covers,
that after he had cum, his favourite person in the world would emerge and
cuddle up to him. He felt a twinge of guilt over wiping David away with his
imagination, but he couldn't help it.

Thirty-six days. That was how long it had been since Chris saw Danny in
person. He knew because he was counting. The summer break had been the
longest they went without hugging or cuddling or touching and that had been
forty-three days. In a week's time, this would be the longest they had been
apart since they met and every day the number grew higher it brought with
it the possibility Danny would never return.

Chris felt a tear run down his cheek but remained silent. David was doing a
great job and crying in the middle of it was guaranteed to mess with his
head, so Chris did his best to just enjoy the sucking. Thankfully, as he
stared up he remembered who was up there. His boyfriends. The boys he
loved. The boys he loved to be with. The boys he loved to get naked
with... and suddenly his mind was back in the game. Shaken back to more
enjoyable thoughts by Nicky and Mikey, Chris smiled and reached below the
covers to tap David on the shoulder.

David caught on to the silent intent and pulled away, neither ready nor
willing to have a penis ejaculate in his mouth yet. He gave Chris a few
final strokes and then kept hold as he felt the cock spasm in his hand,
shooting a modest load onto his smooth stomach.

Not wanting to get out of bed for clean-up, Chris reached down and scooped
up most of the cum before licking it off of his hand. As he felt David move
back up beside him, he rubbed the last remnants into his stomach then
wrapped himself around the smaller boy.

"Was that okay?" David whispered nervously.

"It was great!" Chris answered, exaggerating slightly. In truth, it
probably was great, he had just been too distracted to really enjoy it, but
saying anything less would only harm David's confidence, which was usually
in short supply at the best of times.

"So it's not me then!" David mumbled, thinking back on his failed
experiences with James.

"Huh?" Chris asked, not really catching it.

"Nothing, never mind," David insisted. "Thanks for letting me do that," he
leaned over and kissed Chris' cheek again. "Nighty night!" he said happily
as he settled in for the night.


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For my other stories, please see links below:



The Benny Saga (in reading order)
--------------

Benny Takes Control – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/

The Dangers of Desire – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/

Benny's House – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/


The Kingswood Saga
------------------

Tales from Kingswood – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/

Half-Term at Kingswood – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/


Other Series
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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
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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