Date: Wed, 2 May 2018 05:17:49 -0400 From: pensievemind@aol.com Subject: Prof. Parker's Health Class - Chapter 4 - "Extracurricular" Professor Parker's Health Class - Chapter 4 "Extracurricular" Chesterton Academy and Professor Parker's Health class are purely the stuff of fantasy. Author's notes: Just a little installment inspired by the some of the boys' first week of "hands on" work in Prof. Parker's Health Class. The fuse was lit, and so some explosions were to be expected, right? Thanks for the suggestions for more Health Class lessons. Always open to more, to get the boys to the end of term, y'know. **As always, please remember that Nifty needs your donations to continue to provide make all these stories available!** ***************************************************** Object Lessons "... and while it's true that many boys in your situation will experiment with members of the same sex, there are others who actually prefer such activity. If sexually attracted to both genders, that person is called bi-sexual. If a person is attracted to members of his or her own sex exclusively, that person is known as a homosexual. Please say that with me... ho-mo-sexual." The class all said together, "ho-mo-sexual." "'Gay' is also an acceptable term for such persons," Professor Parker continued. "We will not mention in this class the cruder, and less worthy, epithets with which you may be familiar." "Poofter," Kevin heard Quentin whisper behind him. "Butt pirate," he heard Davy whisper back, and both boys chuckled under their breath. "And that brings us to our live subject today," the professor announced. "If you would please step up to the stage and remove your clothes, Mr O'Keeffe." Kevin stood, seeing the incredulous looks on the faces of his classmates. His name had not been drawn from the bowl as every other live subject's had been. The professor simply called his name, apparently knowing what Kevin himself had known for some time. It never occurred to him to refuse. He could hear the whispers around him as he walked through the row of desks and climbed the stairs to the stage. Most of his clothes were off before he even realized it, and he found himself standing in only his briefs. He bent to slide them down his legs, exposing his already erect cock. It was massive, a foot long if it was an inch, and as big around as a cricket bat handle. The class stared at him with wide eyes and open mouths. "As you can see, Mr O'Keeffe is already erect, indicating that there is most likely someone in this class to whom he is sexually attracted. We will now ask him to masturbate while fantasizing about that young man." Kevin took hold of his cock, which looked and felt unnaturally huge, and began stroking it furiously. Within mere seconds, he felt himself building to a powerful climax, unable to keep himself from crying out -- . "Bloody hell," he nearly shouted as he awoke, feeling the warm wetness in his underwear. He'd been plagued by wet for the last two nights, after he'd watched four of his classmates standing naked on the stage Professor Parker's Health Class, wanking each other to orgasms. Time and again, he'd imagined himself as one of them, not needing to be exposed as gay in order to pleasure and be pleasured by another boy. He was constantly grateful that the overpowering sexual tension among his classmates led so often to erections and circle jerks. He was over the moon when Professor Parker had come right out and told them all that such activities were to be expected in the exclusively male confines of Chesterton Academy. Because of all of that, he never had to hide his arousal in the communal showers. He was not, of course, neither as long, nor anywhere as thick, as the monster that had grown from his crotch in his dream. He was, at his hardest, about five inches long, and a bit bigger around than a broom handle. All in all, what he really had was nothing special, at least in comparison to his classmates. Having nothing to be ashamed of in that regard, he really didn't care who looked, since most of them were erect as well. Come to that, he enjoyed catching someone at it, feeling sexier for the attention. Such glances seldom denoted desire, however. Like him, most of the other boys looked in order to assure themselves they were developing normally. The professor had told them that this, too, was perfectly natural. However, Kevin no longer entertained any doubts about himself. He was a homosexual, gay, a poof, a fairy, a fag. He'd known, and had even kissed girls before he came to Chesterton, but he never once got hard. Not even when Beth Slayer had stroked the inside of his thigh while they learned to French kiss was there the least stirring in his pants. But now he found himself wanting to do things to some of his classmates that it would have killed him to have exposed. Despite the near nightly sexual encounters in which he and the others engaged, he felt sure that he was the only boy in his class who actually leaned that way. He suffered in solitude, fearing that, if his predilections were to be discovered, he would be an outcast, living in fear of the day when the other boys would choose to beat the shit out of the fairy. He'd be humiliated, and even the school masters would look on him with disgust. Hell, he would probably be expelled in disgrace, his parents being told that Chesterton did not allow homosexuals within its hallowed grounds. As quietly as he could, Kevin reached down beneath his bed and retrieved the hand towel he always kept there. He stuffed it into his briefs and wiped up the rapidly cooling spunk, sighing in disappointment that he hadn't been awake to enjoy his own orgasm. "That must have been a hell of a dream, mate," his friend Aaron said later that morning as they strolled naked to the shower room. "What do you mean?" Kevin asked. "You were making all sorts of noise," Aaron explained. "Woke me up." "Oh," Kevin replied, feeling his face burning. "Sorry." "No problem," Aaron smiled. "Was it Beth again?" "Huh? Oh, yeah," Kevin replied, grateful for having such an easy excuse provided for him. He'd told Aaron and some of the others about Beth, although he'd embellished the story to include a rather sensual hand job. Most of those to whom he had told the story congratulated and envied him, since that was more sexual experience than most of them had had. "Did you cream?" Aaron asked casually. "Yeah," Kevin said, embarrassed, but not half proud as well. As it turned out, more than one person had been awakened by Kevin's groans in the night, and so he had to quickly invent an erotic scene with which to regale them as they showered. This resulted, of course, in nearly everyone having a satisfying wank before their morning ablutions had ended. Two days later, Kevin's sex starved mind was flooded with images of what he'd seen in Health Class that Friday morning. He still had trouble believing he'd witnessed two of his classmates kneeling and bent over those torturous looking contraptions, their legs spread to expose their puckered holes to the entire class. He'd nearly spunked his trousers when Professor Parker informed the class that they would each be sticking their fingers into one of the boys to find the prostate gland. His hard cock throbbed each time they had spunked right there on the stage, obviously stimulated by the various fingers probing their innermost places. After Connor and Bobby had left to clean themselves up, Professor Parker had continued the lesson. "As you can see, manipulation of the prostate can be very stimulating to the human male." He picked up a sheet of the white paper that had lain under Bobby's apparatus, showing the wet stain his cum had produced. "While this sensitivity can be very useful for a doctor acquiring a sperm sample, especially from a patient who suffers from erectile disfunction, it can also provide a great deal of pleasure when... appendages, other than fingers, are inserted into the anus." Kevin could actually feel his ears turning red. It was as if the professor had been reading his thoughts. He'd been staring at Connor, his bum spread so invitingly, thinking how much he'd like to stick his hard cock into that warm, moist hole. "It is one of the ways, in fact, that homosexual couples can give pleasure to one another. We will discuss this more on Monday," the teacher told them. "That being the case, there will, of course, be no live demonstration." Though the professor had made it clear it would not happen, nothing could keep Kevin's fevered mind from creating a different reality to his sleeping mind. In his dreams, names had, indeed, been drawn for Monday's lesson. His best friend Aaron and he had been chosen. Monday came, and now Aaron was the one bent over the cushioned device so specifically designed to expose his arsehole. Kevin stood behind him, naked and hard. "And now," the dream professor explained to the class, "Mr O'Keeffe will insert his penis into Mr Holmes' anus." Kevin stepped up behind Aaron and pointed his cock, inexplicably already shiny with lubricant, at the waiting hole. He pushed forward and the entire length entered Aaron easily. His dreaming mind saw nothing surprising in this. He then began pumping himself in and out, while the rest of the class gathered around for the best view. "You can see how much Mr Holmes is enjoying having Mr O'Keeffe's penis inside him," the professor narrated. "Clearly, Mr O'Keeffe is also enjoying the experience, and I've no doubt he will soon ejaculate into--" "Wake the fuck up, Kevin!" Kevin was suddenly wrenched from Aaron's arse and Professor Parker's classroom by the hand that was grasping his bare shoulder. He could feel his hard cock still pumping semen into his briefs, creating that warm, wet feeling with which he was all too familiar. "W-what?" he nearly shouted at the owner of the unwelcome hand. "You're fucking screaming, mate," he heard Aaron reply. Opening his eyes, he saw a fair number of his classmates gathered around his bed. Though covered by a sheet and blanket, he felt totally exposed to their stares, sure that they had all somehow witnessed his dream. "Was I?" he asked, suddenly concerned just what he might have said. "Yeah," Connor said from the foot of the bed. "Dunno who you were fucking, but I'd check to see if you killed her!" This remark was met by laughter from all the other boys. For his part, Kevin was relieved to know that he hadn't shouted Aaron's name in his unconscious fervor. "Sorry, guys," Kevin said to them all. "Not like you could help it," Bobby Lewis chuckled. "But you should have a good wank before you go to bed. Then maybe you won't fuck so much in your dreams, and we can all get some sleep." With this, the crowd broke up and all the boys returned to their beds. Kevin looked at the large clock above the door, illuminated by the moonlight shining in through the windows, and saw that it was very nearly 1:00 AM. "Sorry I woke you up," Kevin told Aaron, who had stayed beside his bed. "I was already awake," Aaron said. "Don't worry about it. Listen," he said, leaning close and speaking in a whisper, "you wanna come to the bathroom with me?" "What?" Kevin whispered back, confused by the curious request. "Only I need to tell you something, and I don't want anyone to hear," the raven haired boy replied. "Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Kevin asked, afraid to stand up, knowing there was a large wet patch on his pants. "Don't think so," Aaron said, sounding serious. "Don't worry, I know you've got cum all over you. Hell, everybody knows you were spunking in your sleep. If you go in the bathroom, they'll all think you're just going to clean up. I'll wait a few minutes then catch you up." He turned back towards his bed before turning back and whispering, "Let them see you getting clean pants outta your trunk." Too curious now to refuse, Kevin waited until Aaron lay back down in his own bed before he threw his blanket and sheet aside and stood up. He opened the trunk at the foot of his bed and fished about for a clean pair of briefs. Then he made his way into the bathroom. Turning on the light and looking into a mirror over a sink, he really couldn't see much of the large wet spot on his briefs. If they had been his darker blue ones, it probably would have shown more, but the white was less revealing. He knew that wouldn't be true later as the spot turned yellowish. He slid off his underwear and turned on the water. Without putting on the clean pair he'd brought with him, he began to rinse the soiled pair. When he felt he'd sufficiently clean the satined garment, he took some paper towels from the dispenser, wet them and wiped the spunk from his crotch. The paper was rough on his sensitive cock, and he shuddered a bit from the contact. Just as he'd pulled more towels with which to dry himself, Aaron walked in. "So, what's so important?" Kevin asked him, hoping that casual conversation would draw attention away from his nudity. Looking into the mirror at his friend, he couldn't help but notice that Aaron's pants were tented, clearly outlining his erection. "Well," Aaron began, his reflection looking none too comfortable, "y'know how I said I was already awake?" "Yeah," Kevin answered, beginning to feel uncomfortable himself. "Well," Aaron said, taking a deep breath, "it was because I heard you say my name. I wasn't sure at first 'cause I was mostly asleep, but then you said it again." He paused for a moment, as if searching for what to say next. "I asked what you wanted, but you didn't answer. You just moaned some. But then you said my name like three times. It sounded like 'Oh, Aaron. Oh, Aaron...' Y,know, like that." "Really?" Kevin asked, using all his self control to sound casually surprised. "What else did I say?" "I couldn't make most of it out," Aaron said, looking straight into the reflection of Kevin's eyes. "But you definitely said something about 'bum', and you said my name a few more times." Suddenly and inexplicably feeling even more naked, Kevin tossed the paper towels into the trash and retrieved his clean pants from the next sink where he'd laid them. As he stepped into them, he said, "Well, I don't know what that was about." Aaron said nothing while Kevin pulled his pants up. He simply stood there waiting until Kevin turned to face him. His face was a curious mixture of emotions. Kevin thought he saw a bit of fear, but also imagined there was a hint of -- whatever it was, Kevin couldn't say. What he could say, but never would, was that he knew exactly what had caused him to speak Aaron's name and the word bum in his sleep. He hoped against hope that Aaron would not be able to connect those particular dots. "So," Aaron said, clearly trying to force a nonchalant tone, "that was some Health Class today, eh?" Conversationally, it was a change of subject. For Kevin, however, it only served to bring his own thoughts into sharp relief. "Yeah," he agreed. "Weird as hell. I can't believe Connor and Bobby would do that." "I know," Aaron nodded. "Still, I don't reckon they had a lot of choice, right? I mean, are we allowed to say no to this stuff?" "I dunno," Kevin shrugged. "Might mean losing marks, though." "Would you?" Aaron asked. "Say no?" Kevin asked in turn. "Depends what he said I had to do, I guess." "No," Aaron explained. "I meant would you do what Connor and Bobby did today?" "Oh," Kevin said quietly, brought up short by Aaron's question, but also intrigued by the morphing of expressions on his face. "I... well, like you said, I probably wouldn't have a choice, right?" "Yeah," Aaron nodded. "Connor and Bobby seemed all right with it, really." He stepped up next to Kevin and fussed with his hair while looking in the mirror. "I think I would do it. And it must feel fierce getting fingers in your arse. I mean, they both spunked from it." Kevin knew he couldn't be imagining the note of excitement in his friend's voice. When he'd said, "I think I'd do it," he might as well have said, "I really want to do it." He wondered if Aaron had knowingly intended to step over the line he'd just crossed. Now that he had, however, Kevin saw no reason why he shouldn't jump across with him, and keep him from retracing his steps. "Even with everyone else looking?" Kevin asked. "You think you could cum with everyone looking up your hole?" "I don't think that would matter much," Aaron shrugged. "I mean to say, if somebody is playing in there, I think you'd cum no matter who was looking." Kevin decided to take another step. "Has anyone... I mean... did you ever show... it to anyone?" "Show what?" "You knooow," Kevin said, making it clear he knew Aaron was just acting stupid. "No," Aaron answered. "You?" "Yeah," Kevin lied. He really hadn't planned to. It was just that he was beginning to feel a bit of electricity in the air, and he wanted to see if he could create some sparks. "Really?" Aaron asked with wide eyes. "Who?" "My cousin," Kevin answered without missing a beat. The entire story, complete with a non-existent cousin, had popped into his mind as soon as the idea of lying had. "We were about five, I think, and our mums made us take a bath together. We touched each other's willies and looked in each other's bums." "Five?" Aaron asked, sounding disappointed. "Nothing very sexy then." "We-el," Kevin teased. "What?" Aaron asked with mixed tones of disbelief and excitement that told Kevin he had him. "We..." he pretended to be embarrassed, "we... stuck a finger in." "You fingered each other's bums?!" Aaron asked loudly. "Shush," Kevin warned him. You'll wake everyone up again." "Sorry," Aaron said, but he was not to be deterred. "But you really poked each other?" "Just for second," Kevin said. "We just sort of dared each other. It was just us being as naughty as we could think of." Seeing disappointment pass over Aaron's face, he said. "We were five, mate. We didn't know anything about... well, anything." "I reckon not," Aaron agreed. "Not like now." Kevin decided it was time to push Aaron a bit further. "Did you know what Professor Parker meant when he talked about poofs sticking other... what did he call them..?" "Appendages," Aaron said. "Yeah," Kevin said, glad that Aaron had been listening so carefully in class, "when he talked about other appendages in someone's bottom." "Cocks," Aaron shrugged. "I just thought that's what he meant. Guess we'll find out on Monday." "Yeah, but he also said there wasn't going to be a demonstration," Kevin said in mock chagrin. "Too bad, eh?" Aaron laughed. "Yeah, imagine being the ones who had to be the live subjects for that. Getting bummed while everybody was watching. And then Professor Parker would be talking about what you were doing. Wonder how he'd grade you." "Would you?" Kevin asked quickly, ignoring Aaron's attempt at humour, hoping to catch his friend off guard. "Would I what?" Aaron asked, though Kevin knew Aaron was fully aware what he meant. Still, he was willing to play along. "If you didn't have a choice, like Connor and Bobby," he explained. "So, you have to kneel on that rack thing and let someone stick it in your bum." He let the image hang in the air between them for several long moments before adding, "I wouldn't mind being the one doing it." The silence bellowed around the bathroom as the two boys looked at each other. He began to wish he hadn't put his pants back on as he watched Aaron's eyes flick down his body. Still, the thin cotton briefs could hardly hide the growing evidence of his arousal. "Well," Aaron said at last, "if it was you and me, I might do it." The look on Aaron's face told Kevin that nothing further needed to be said. As if they had both suddenly been freed from iron shackles that separated them one from another, both boys moved forward at the same time. Arms reached out and wrapped around slim torsos, pulling until skin met skin and thin layers of cotton rubbed together. It never occurred to Kevin to try and kiss Aaron, nor did Aaron seem to think of it. This was purely sexual, unencumbered by any idea of romance. Kevin felt Aaron's hands slide down his sides and into his briefs, pushing them down. Kevin pulled the front out himself so the waistband wouldn't catch on his hard cock. He felt even sexier having Aaron crouch down to undress him, his friend's face level with Kevin's erection. Aaron just stayed in place for a while, apparently enjoying his closeup view, and then stood as Kevin kicked his briefs off his ankles. As Kevin reached for his friend's pants, Aaron said, "Wait. Someone might come in for a pee. Let's go in the shower so nobody sees us. And don't forget your undies." "And you were ready to do it in front of everybody in Health Class," Kevin chuckled as he bent over to pick up his pants. Aaron snickered and slapped Kevin on his bottom. "Don't get cheeky. That would be different, anyway. It would be scientific and all." "Be fun, though," Kevin said, leading the way into the shower. Feeling randy as he did, he couldn't stop himself from adding, "It's what I was dreaming about tonight. Me bumming you on one of those rack thingies during Health." "I knew that," Aaron said smugly. "Well, I didn't know it was on one of those things, or in Health Class, but I knew you were dreaming about poking my bottom." When Kevin looked at him doubtfully, Aaron explained, "I didn't tell you everything you were saying in your sleep. You didn't just say my name and 'bum', you said 'Oh, Aaron, I wanna fuck your bum.' I was wanking over it till you started screaming." "You were wanking over me bumming you?" Kevin's surprise at finding out what he'd been saying in his sleep was immediately supplanted by this latest announcement. "That is so hot. Maybe we should volunteer for Monday's class. When Professor Parker talks about bumming, we can raise our hands and say we'll demonstrate it." "I think we better see if it works first," Aaron smirked. "C'mon, lets do it before I get scared." He stood with his arms out, and Kevin stepped to him, crouched down and slid his briefs down his legs. As Aaron had done with him, Kevin sat for a few moments gazing at Aaron's firm cock in the dim light of the shower. He couldn't resist reaching up and grasping it, giving it a few gentle strokes. Aaron hissed and shivered at the touch. "You like that, eh?" Kevin asked playfully. "Fuck, yeah," Aaron swore. "Now I know why those guys spunked so much on Monday. It's so much better with someone else's hand." Kevin stood up and said, "Are you ready?" "Yeah, I think so," Aaron said, a tinge of nervousness to his voice. "What if I bend over and put my hands on the wall. Think that will be good?" "I reckon so," Kevin nodded, quickly checking the height of Aaron's arse, and whether they would line up well. The he had a sudden thought. "Shit, we don't have anything to make it slippery. It'll never go in you just dry." Aaron swore. "I hadn't thought of that. What can we use?" "No idea," Kevin shrugged. "Wish we had some of that stuff we used in class." "Yeah, that made it go in easy," Aaron nodded. "Well, fingers at any rate." There was nothing for it. There was nothing in the shower or the bathrooms that would sufficiently overcome the friction of dry skin on skin, and horny as they both were, Kevin would not take the chance on hurting his friend. In the end, they decided they would have to plan better for another try on another night. Instead, they stood in the shower wanking one another to orgasm while rubbing each other's bums. Sated, but only just, they returned to their separate beds for the few hours left until breakfast. It turned out that Kevin and Aaron's disappointing evening actually worked in their favour, as they discovered over Saturday morning breakfast. They were chatting with Connor, purposely bringing the discussion around to the previous day's Health Class demonstration. Kevin talked about how terrified he would have been to be showing his bum hole to the whole class, and then finding out people would be sticking their fingers into it. "Well, it was a bit easier after ole' Parker got us ready," Connor said. "Got you ready?" Kevin asked. "What did he have to do?" "He had to clean us out so we wouldn't shit all over the place," Connor explained. He then went on to describe the enemas he and Bobby had received prior to their multiple anal probings. Throughout the narration, Kevin kept stealing glances at Aaron, whose eyes grew wider the longer Connor talked. "Glad we couldn't do it last night," Aaron said quietly to Kevin as they left the dining hall. "Sounds like we might have made a mess!" "Yeah," Kevin agreed. "We really have to plan this out. If you still want to, that is..." "Are you joking?" Aaron asked, sincerely surprised. "I can hardly wait!" Despite Aaron's enthusiasm, they both concluded it would be best to hold off until late that night. It being Saturday, they wouldn't have to wake up early for lessons the next day. The time in between was not wasted, however. Quite the contrary, once the boys began making plans, there seemed to be more details than either had, at first, realized. First there was the whole enema procedure to consider. Despite Connors graphic and detailed description, the boys spent a rare Saturday morning in the library researching the subject. They had been concerned about trying to procure, hide and then transfer the needed materials to a bathroom. Both were relieved to discover that a complete enema kit could be purchased at the chemist. The picture online showed a rather small bottle with a nozzle designed to be inserted into the anus. A simple squeeze and the thing was done. The bottle could be easily crushed, wrapped in some paper, and disposed of in the bathroom bin. Then the original problem of lubrication was discussed. They hadn't a clue as to what the professor had squeezed onto their fingers when they'd stuck them up Connor's and Bobby's bums. Deciding that any clean, slippery substrate would suffice, they settled on petroleum gel, which could be purchased in the same shop as the enema kit. It being Saturday, the boys were permitted to walk into town, and they made plans to do so right after lunch. The question of just where to do the deed arose next. Though the shower had seemed acceptable in the heat of their shared passion the previous night, they both decided it would be nice to find a place where they could be more assured of some privacy. It would also be nice, Aaron said quietly, as they made their way to lunch, if there was something to bend over, instead of having to stand throughout. Kevin's original dream on doing Aaron's bottom while he was spread upon the professor's strange apparatus kept popping into his head. "Yeah, that'd be great," Aaron said somewhat sarcastically, "if we knew where it was." Kevin remembered that, when they were leaving the classroom following the previous day's lesson, he'd heard the professor asking for some help to return the apparatus to storage. Kevin wished he hadn't allowed his growling stomach to overrule his more helpful nature. If he hadn't, he would know exactly where to find the racks he'd once thought terrifying looking, but for which he now cherished a strongly prurient interest. Kevin had, however, noted that Paul Connor and Teddy Pendleton had stayed behind to help Professor Parker, along with several other boys, and he told Aaron as much. "That's great," Aaron said with a note of excitement. "We'll just sit with them at lunch and see if we can get them to tell us." Little did either of them know how easy it would be. "They're in an old classroom at the end of the third floor corridor," Paul Connor said dismissively, after Kevin had casually mentioned how hard it must have been to move them. "The hardest part was getting them off the platform. After that, we could just roll `em. They have wheels, y'know." "What do you reckon?" Kevin asked Aaron as they were returning to the first year common room. "We can do it right in that old classroom. The racks are there, and it's not likely anyone would catch us. It's miles away from everything when there's no lessons." "I dunno," Aaron replied nervously. "What if we get caught in the halls?" "Well, we don't have to tell them where we were going," Kevin strategized. "Or we could, and just say we wondered what was in there. The worst we'd get is detention." After some more convincing, Aaron finally agreed to the plan. Finally Aaron and Kevin walked into town. They stood outside the chemist shop for some time, looking through the window to see how many people were inside. "If they're really busy," Aaron reasoned, "they won't pay much mind to what we're buying." This made sense to Kevin, thinking that the cashier would simply run the items over the scanner without giving them a second glance, probably shifting focus to the next customer in line even as the boys were receiving their change. As it turned out, Saturday afternoons seemed to be a busy time for the local chemist shop. A steady stream of people flowed in and out through the double glass doors, and there always seemed to be at least six or seven people standing in the check-out line, varying degrees of impatience on their faces. This wasn't entirely fair on their part, in Kevin's opinion, as the teenage girl working the register was quite quick at sliding products across the scanner glass, bagging them, accepting cash or card in payment. Since no one seemed to have very many items, no one spent more than about thirty seconds at the register. Upon entering the store, Kevin and Aaron realized they had no idea which aisles might hold the particular items for which they'd come, since neither of them had bought either item in their lives. After a quick discussion, they split apart and began searching the aisles from opposite ends. After about ten minutes, Kevin found himself rejoined with Aaron, who was walking up the aisle he was walking down. As it happened, both the enema kits and the petroleum gel were shelved in the same row. This, they agreed, seemed amusingly convenient, if only they'd known when entering the shop. Making their way back to the front of the store, they checked to make sure the queue at the register hadn't vanished. They then stepped up behind the last of six patrons, feigning relaxed, disinterested expressions. At Aaron's prompting, Kevin joined in the charade of casual conversation as the line moved forward. Soon, Kevin thought, they would be out of the shop with their newly acquired treasures. "Boys," a voice called from behind them. They both turned to see a young man standing behind the photo finishing counter. He beckoned to them, saying, "If that's all you have I can ring you over here." Kevin's first instinct was to no no thanks, but there really seemed no credible way of doing so. Why would two teenagers choose to wait in a queue when they could be helped immediately. It didn't occur to Kevin until later that he could have simply pointed at the girl on the front counter and winked, as if to say they wanted to chat her up while she tallied their purchases, though she was probably at least four years their senior. Unfortunately, surprise and fear had shut down that particularly clever part of his brain. Giving each other a look, the two boys walked over to the photo counter and the smiling young man behind it. "I haven't seen you here before," said the young man, probably about twenty or so and quite handsome. "Are you Academy boys?" He struck Kevin as being just a bit effeminate. It was clear that he took his personal appearance very seriously, and his hair had that "just so" sort of look that one often saw in photos at hair salons. "Yeah," Aaron said, looking far too guilty for Kevin's taste. "I thought so," the young man smiled, looking down at the enema kit and the tube of petroleum gel they had placed on the counter. Looking back up at them, he asked, "Is this everything?" When they both nodded, he leaned over the counter, bobbed his eyebrows knowingly and said, very quietly, "Y'know, the condoms are in aisle four." "N-no," Kevin stammered, too startled by the liberty to be offended by it, "this is all we want." "Very good," the young man smiled kindly, scanned their items, bagged them and completed the purchase. Before handing them the bag, he leaned forward again and said, "Next time, ask me first. There are things that work better than Vaseline." He stood upright and effected a professional manner as he handed Kevin the bag and said, "Have a nice day, boys," and then added in a meaningful tone, "and do be careful." "Holy shit!" Aaron swore once they'd gained the high street. "He knew exactly why we bought this stuff!" "Yeah, I know," Kevin nodded. He considered the young man's appearance again and then said, "I think he's maybe used them before, for the same reason." Quietly discussing what the young man might have meant by "things that work better," the boys made their way back to the Chesterton campus. Kevin felt so obvious carrying the bag of supplies through the grounds, feeling as if everyone could see through the brown paper and, as the young man in the shop had done, deduce their purpose. However there were no shouts of discovery while the boys made their way to the dormitory, and the bag was stashed in Aaron's trunk, to be retrieved later that night. After dinner, Kevin and Aaron declined the offer to join in a football match with their classmates and some of the second year students, both claiming the need to catch up on some revising for classes. They made their way quickly back to the empty dorm and Aaron unlocked his trunk. Checking to make sure no one was coming into the room, he withdrew the enema kit from the bag. They made their way into the bathroom, Aaron stepping into a stall while Kevin kept watch at the door. After a while, Aaron hissed, "Kevin." "What?" Kevin asked. "It says I should lie on the floor with my legs up in the air." Aaron was obviously reading the directions for the enema. "I can't do that in here." "Connor said him and Bobby were bending over a bathtub," Kevin replied helpfully. "Yeah, well we don't have one of those, either," Aaron said, sounding a bit ticked off. "And I'm damned if I'll bend over the toilet. Even if I did, then you'd have to squirt it into me." "Tell you what," Kevin said, "you could get on your knees in the shower and bend down. Then I could stick it in you and squirt it." "But then you can't watch the door." "Yeah, but how long can it take?" Kevin said. "I'll just squirt it, and then you get back in the toilet stall and I can watch out." It was a long few moments before Aaron responded, "OK." He opened the stall and stepped out. "Wait," he said, handing the enema kit to Kevin. "Lemme get a towel to kneel on." He left the bathroom and Kevin took the opportunity to remove the plastic bottle from its box. It was made of a quite flexible plastic, just a little thicker than a plastic bag, and had a long, thin nozzle at the top. He opened the instruction sheet and was pleased to read that the nozzle was pre-lubricated, something he hadn't even thought about. He was further surprised to see diagrams of a person in various positions, inserting the nozzle into his anus. He was chuckling as Aaron returned, towel in hand. "What's so funny?" Aaron asked. "These pictures," Kevin explained, showing the sheet to Aaron. "Yeah?" Aaron asked accusingly. "If you think it's so funny, you do it." "No, it's all right," Kevin said quickly, forcing all signs of amusement from his face and pointing at one of the illustrations. "Look, I think this is the way we should do it." The diagram showed a person on his knees and elbows, his head resting on his crossed forearms. A pair of disembodied hands were inserting the nozzle into his upraised bottom. "All right," Aaron said, sounding much less enthusiastic than he had earlier in the day. "Check the dorm and I'll go in the shower and get ready." He took the bottle from Kevin and walked through the bathroom towards the large shower room. Kevin peered around the doorway into the dorm. It was as empty as it had been all along. Then he followed Aaron into the showers. Aaron was just dropping his pants down to his ankles, having already folded the towel on the floor. He gave Kevin a warning look and knelt down on the folded towel, assuming the position illustrated in the instructions. Even in the dim light, Kevin could see the object of his desire, slightly darker than the surrounding skin. He felt his cock stirring as he fantasized about kneeling behind Aaron here and now and sating his carnal desires. Knowing, however, that waiting until later would help to fulfill his original fantasy, he stepped behind his friend and removed the cover from the nozzle. He touched it lightly, feeling the slick lubricant in which it was coated. He knelt behind Aaron. "Ready, mate?" "Yeah, hurry up and do it before somebody comes in." "Here it comes," Kevin warned. He gently placed the tip of the nozzle at Aaron's hole, bracing his other hand on a smooth buttock. Slowly, he began to drive the nozzle in. As soon as it penetrated, he stopped and asked, "Are you all right?" "Yeah," Aaron said in a hoarse voice. "It doesn't hurt or anything. Go ahead and stick it in more." Kevin obeyed, still going slowly so as not to risk any injury. It didn't take long at all to push the thin nozzle in until only the wider bottle remained outside his friend's body. "OK," he told Aaron, "it's all the way in. I'm gonna squeeze the stuff into you." "Yeah," Aaron breathed. "Go easy, though, yeah?" "Yeah," Kevin assured him, and he started squeezing the soft, plastic bottle. It took no more than a minute until the bottle was flat, all of the liquid inside now somewhere in Aaron's arse. "It's done. That's all there is." "Really?" Aaron asked. "I don't really feel much of anything. Pull the bottle out." Kevin again followed Aaron's instructions and slid the nozzle from his arse. "Does it say how long it takes?" Scanning the instructions in the dim light, Kevin finally said, "It just says you should hold it for at least three to five minutes, longer if you can." "Easy," Aaron said, pushing himself up. "I really don't feel--" Suddenly they could hear raucous voices coming from the dorm. Apparently, the football match had ended, and their classmates had returned. Their terror increased as they heard a voice say, "Damn, I need a shower." "Move," Kevin said quickly, though unnecessarily. Aaron had already stood and pulled his pants and trousers up enough so that he could quickly run to the bathroom. Kevin grabbed the towel, the used enema bottle and the instructions, and followed him. He quickly wrapped the incriminating evidence in the towel, and made his way to the stall next to Aaron's, pulled down his trousers and pants, and sat on the toilet. "You in there, O'Keeffe?" Kevin heard Bobby Lewis from right outside his stall. "Yeah," Kevin replied. "How was the match?" "We got creamed," Bobby laughed. "That you in there, Holmes?" "Yeah," Kevin heard Aaron reply, his voice sounding a bit strained. "Shite, you two got your dumps synced, or what?" he laughed. Not waiting for a retort, Kevin heard him pad away, and then soon heard a shower being turned on. Before long, more people had passed through the bathroom, and soon voices and laughter could be heard from the communal shower. Feeling the time was right, Kevin stood, dressed and opened the stall door. No one was in the bathroom. He took the opportunity to pull several paper towels from the dispenser and remove the enema bottle from the towel. He quickly wrapped the bottle in the paper towels and stuffed it into the bin, grimacing as he forced his hand past the damp paper already in there to push the bottle to the bottom. Problem one solved. He wanted to ask Aaron how he was doing, but knew it was too risky. Instead he stood at a sink and washed his hands. In the mirror he could see Bobby stepping out of the shower room, naked but for the towel he was using to rub his hair. As often happened to the boys when they showered together, Bobby's cock was almost completely erect. Kevin wondered if a mutual wank was taking place. He was suddenly distracted by a loud groan and a splashing sound, as if someone had poured a glass of water into full bucket, except with more force than a pour. "Blimey, Aaron," Bobby called out, "you all right in there?" "Yeah," Aaron fairly grunted. "Just takin' a dump, all right?" "A dump?" Bobby asked, laughing. "Sounded like me after Parker's enema!" Kevin would have panicked had Bobby not simply walked into the dorm without another word. He quickly glanced into the shower and saw that, indeed, everyone was involved in a post-football wank. Stepping up to the stall door, Kevin asked, "Are you all right, mate?" only loudly enough that Aaron could hear him over the sounds of running water. "Yeah," Aaron sighed. "But that was a wicked dump. I think it cleaned me out good, though. I don't feel like there's anything left in me." Aaron had taken a shower after his toilet ordeal, then both boys changed into T-shirts fleece joggers, and trainers. Neither of them wore pants or socks. He and Kevin joined the rest of the class, watching television in the common room, but not before retrieving the tube of petroleum gel from Aaron's trunk. It was half eleven by the time everyone else had left for the dorm. "Now?" Kevin asked. "Let's give it an hour. Make sure everyone's asleep." So they stayed in front of the telly for another hour, then Aaron said, "All right, let's go." As stealthily as they could manage, the boys crept through the hallways of Chesterton Academy, finally arriving on the third floor of the school. They made their way down the corridor to the unused classroom Paul had indicated, listening for any sound other than that of their own breathing and soft footsteps. Hearing none, they soon arrived at the door and peered in through the small window. The room, lit only by one of the bright pole lights outside, seemed full of furniture, chairs stacked on one another, desks and file cabinets, and a wide assortment of other pieces which might be found at any school. Sure that the room was unoccupied, Kevin turned the knob and pushed the door open, pleased to note the hinges didn't creak, despite looking quite old. "I don't see them," Aaron whispered, his head swiveling as he searched out the unique apparatus. "You sure it's the right room?" "As sure as you are, I reckon," Kevin whispered back. "You were there. Isn't this the room you thought Paul was talking about?" "I thought so," Aaron nodded. "But I don't see -- . Hang on, look back there!" "Shush!" Kevin whispered emphatically. "Where?" "Over towards the windows," Aaron pointed. Kevin's eyes tried to determine where Aaron was pointing. As his eyes grew more accustomed to the blue-white light, he saw that what he had first assumed was a wall in the back of the room was actually a row of wardrobes, like those in the boys' dormitory. At the end of the row nearest the widows, there seemed to be a sort of passageway into the back of the classroom. "Maybe they're back there." "Maybe," Kevin replied, feeling a surge of hope mixed with curiosity. "C'mon, let's find out. But keep quiet." The boys made their way through the jumble of furniture, far from a straight path, until they stood bathed in the light from outside. Just as they were about to pass the last wardrobe, they froze. Kevin was certain that he'd heard a creaking noise. Turning to Aaron, he knew his friend had heard it as well. Kevin put a finger to his lips, and then made as if to continue. Both boys froze again as they heard what was unmistakably a giggle. There was no doubt that they were not alone in the classroom. They were now faced with a dilemma: either sneak back out of the room, or discover the source of the sounds. Kevin looked at Aaron, whose eyes were widened by curiosity. They looked at each other, and Kevin shrugged the question to Aaron. He couldn't say he was disappointed when Aaron made a beckoning gesture with his fingers. As quietly as they could, they slid their feet along the floor, and rounded the end of the wardrobes. For a third time they froze and stared into the makeshift alcove, seeing quite clearly in the streetlight's glow a pale figure. Whoever is was was stripped naked, his back towards the boys. They could both see the figure's bottom moving back and forth repeatedly. They both knew immediately that they had stumbled upon someone doing exactly what they had come to do. Kevin held his breath, afraid of being discovered. Because of the mix of darkness and the strange illumination, everything appeared to be in black and white, and so he couldn't identify the standing boy by hair color. He simply watched as the arse continued moving, the boy's hands clearly grasping the waist of whoever was kneeling on the strange apparatus. "Oh yes," a voice said. It wasn't loud, but it wasn't a whisper either. "You're hittin' it! You're hittin' it!" The voice was young, and just a bit squeaky. In that second Kevin had no doubt of who was on the receiving end of the other boy's buggering. No one in the school had a voice of that timbre, or even a giggle like the one he had heard. Since he knew the two boys enjoyed a special relationship, he realized that Paul Connor was currently pushing himself deeply into Teddy Pendleton's small round bottom. Despite the surprise, Kevin could feel his cock rise and stretch out the fabric of his loose, fleece trousers. "Bloody hell," they heard Paul say, "you are feckin' brilliant, Teddy. Your arse is so tight. I'm gonna cum like mad." Kevin turned to Aaron and again put his finger to his lips. Aaron nodded but quickly turned back to the action. Kevin wasn't sure that absolute silence was necessary, as the creaking sound they'd heard before grew louder and more regular. Paul was clearly pushing harder as he went, encouraged by Teddy's own expressions of approval. Though he'd have loved to keep watching until the boys had finished, maybe having the chance to see Teddy's arse open and exposed on the rack on which he knelt. Still, fearing discovery, he tapped Aaron on the shoulder, gesturing with his thumb over his shoulder, suggesting that they retreat before being discovered. Aaron looked as disappointed as Kevin himself felt, but nodded, clearly understanding the need to flee. Kevin, who hadn't realized he'd been crouching, stood up and turned to make his way back out into the hallway. He had not, unfortunately, paid much attention on the way in, and managed to stub his toe on a spindle legged table just off to his left. The feet of the table scratched loudly on the floor, and two books that had been lying on it fell noisily, sounding almost like an explosion in the quite room. "Ow!" Kevin heard Teddy cry as Paul apparently yanked his hard cock out of the young boy's arse. Paul spun and caught both boys staring. Like Kevin, he seemed unable to find words in the moment. Teddy, on the other hand, spun on one knee and turned to identify the intruders. It seemed to take a moment before he knew who he was looking at. Completely unconcernedly, and even casually, he chirped, "Oh, hi, guys." "G-g-guys," Aaron stammered. "We're sorry. We didn't know anyone was... well... um... in here." Though Paul still looked mortified, his hands now covering what Kevin presumed was a rapidly deflating cock, Teddy let go with a high-pitched laugh. "I told you, Paul. I told you you shouldn't have told them." When Kevin and Aaron both looked at him, totally confused, which must have shown on their faces, Teddy explained, "I told Paul that I knew why you asked where the racks had gone. I told him that I bet you wanted to bugger each other." Kevin, though one of the two clothed persons in the room, felt totally exposed, now to Paul as well as Teddy. His hands automatically mirrored Paul's, falling to his front to cover the evidence of his arousal. "Of course," Teddy continued, "As soon as I said it, I begged Paul to come here with me and give me a right good buggering." Again, the lighting prevented confirming such things, but Kevin had no doubt that Paul was likely blushing furiously throughout Teddy'd narrative. But even the look on his face told him that Paul had a great deal more modesty than did Teddy. Then again, he didn't believe for a single second that Teddy had had to beg Paul for anything. Perhaps if he'd had his wits about him, Paul would have done something to stem Teddy's excited and cheerful rant. As it was, he simply stared at the other two boys, perhaps wondering to what these most recent events might lead. Kevin, feeling no ill will whatsoever towards the two boys, would never have dreamed of telling anyone else what he and Aaron had stumbled upon. He felt the need to make this known, especially to the terrified looking older boy. "Listen, Paul, mate," he added, trying to sound as friendly as possible, "You know I'm not going to tell anyone anything, right? As far as I'm concerned, it's not even my business, much less anyone else's." "Damn right!" Aaron added. "Besides, we were planning on doing the same thing!" Kevin wished Aaron had kept that particular thought to himself, despite Teddy's earlier insight on the subject. By now, Teddy had turn around and was sitting on the higher cushion, over which he had been bent as Paul butt-fucked him. "Wicked," he smiled. Pointing off to the right, he said, "There's another one of these things, y'know. Why don't you guys get naked and do it with us?" Kevin saw Paul's head nearly snap off as he turned to glare at Teddy. It was more obvious than ever that Teddy was a total exhibitionist. He had informed everyone in the dorm before he received his first blow job from Paul just three nights before. Such was Paul's love and desire for Teddy that he didn't refuse to suck on Teddy's little cock with nearly all the inhabitants of the room gathered around the bed. It was also clear that Teddy appreciated, or maybe even craved, an audience. Kevin had no idea how Paul had talked Teddy out of being deflowered in the dormitory, under the gaze of all their classmates. "I don't mean with us," Teddy corrected, probably misinterpreting Paul's censorious look. "I just meant at the same time." Since Paul's expression didn't change, Kevin was sure Teddy had got the wrong end of the stick. "I -- I don't know," Kevin stammered. Any fear he may have once had of stripping off in front of other boys had vanished by his second week at Chesterton. But to actually perform the act for which he and Aaron had prepared, with others watching, was more than his mind comprehend. "That sounds cool." Kevin nearly turned to stone as he realized that it was Aaron who spoke. "Teddy and me both gettin' buggered at the same time... sounds... sexy." He looked at Paul and asked, "You didn't finish, did you?" "I --I..." was as far as Paul got. "No," Teddy took over. "Really we just started before you came in. I don't think it would have been very long, though." Glancing again at Paul, Kevin saw on his face an incredulous look as he stared at his naked young companion, whose small penis jutted up from his lap, both obscenely and alluringly. The boy seemed to no longer possess a shred of modesty since his arrival at the school. "C'mon, Kev," Aaron said imploringly. "Let's do it. I mean, I been cleaned out, we came all the way here, we have the gel." "You have gel?" Teddy asked. "What kind?" "Just some Vaseline," Aaron replied conversationally, as if it wasn't the strangest conversation in which any of the boys ever been involved. "You don't want that," Teddy said quickly. "The guy at the chemist gave us something a lot better. It's like the stuff we used when we stuck our fingers into Connor and Bobby's bums." "I wonder if it was the same guy," Kevin spoke aloud, not immediately aware that he was doing so. It just sounded oddly reminiscent of his and Aaron's visit to the shop. "He saw us buying Vaseline and said there are things that work better." "Well, we can thank Teddy for finding the better stuff," Paul said, speaking his first full sentence since Aaron and Kevin had arrived. "He pointed at the guy and says, `I bet he likes boys,' then walks right up to him and asks." "You asked?" Aaron said in wonder. "You asked what you should use for buggering?" "No, silly," Teddy laughed. "I asked what kind of stuff doctors use when they stick their fingers up your bum." "No way," Kevin said in admiration. "Believe me, he did," Paul confirmed. "I think he was spot on about the clerk liking blokes, too. He saw us buying the enema kit and when Teddy asked for lube -- that's what it's called, lube -- he smiled funny and asked if we were from Chesterton. Then he set us up with this stuff here." He bent down and picked up a bottle from the floor. "It's made for doing sex stuff, and it's really slippery." "Mate, you're amazing," Kevin said to Teddy, who smiled, showing the deep dimples on his cheeks. "Seriously," Aaron agreed. "You've got a huge set of big brass bollocks!" "Yeah, and he plops them out whenever he wants to embarrass me in front of strangers," Paul snorted. "Yeah, yeah," Teddy said impatiently. "Now, you guys gonna get naked and fuck with us? We'll lend you the good lube." "Awesome," Aaron said, walking over to the second apparatus and toeing off his trainers. He quickly lifted his T-shirt over his head. Then he noticed that Kevin hadn't moved and was just staring at him. "What's wrong?" "Well, I..." Kevin started. "I just... I'm not really sure..." "Oh, c'mon, Kev," Teddy pleaded. "Be fair. You saw Paul fucking my bum, so we should get to see you do it." "Yeah, for like five seconds," Kevin argued. "And all we could see was Paul's ars... er, back." "Fine, you guys do it for five seconds so we can watch you," Teddy smiled. "Only I bet that once you start you won't wanna stop." By that time Aaron was as naked as Paul and Teddy, his cock looking painfully hard. "How do you work this thing?" he asked Paul, who came over and showed him how to adjust the upper cushion so he could bend comfortably over it. Seeing him with his butt so beautifully available took away Kevin's last hint of inhibition. When Paul threw the lever that held the lower cushions together, spreading Aaron's knees widely apart, Kevin couldn't remove his clothes quickly enough. "Use your finger and get some of this inside him, just like we did to Bobby and Connor," Paul instructed, handing Kevin the bottle of lube. It was thinner than the stuff Professor Parker had had them use, but it was every bit as slippery. Paul took the bottle back and stepped over to Teddy, who resumed his position on the rack. Kevin watched as Paul prepared him, and tried to mirror his actions. "Oh, wow," Aaron said gruffly, "Now I see why Bobby cummed when I fingered him. That feels wicked, dude." "You think you're ready?" Kevin asked. "Yeah," Aaron breathed heavily. "Stick your cock inside me." He reached over and Paul handed him the bottle again. He squirted a portion into the palm of his hand and then slathered it on his hard cock, making sure to coat the entire length. Setting the bottle on the floor, he stepped forward, his cock now a slow moving dart aimed at the bullseye of Aaron's arse hole. He used his right hand to place the head of his cock on target, and his left to rub Aaron's buttock. "All right," Kevin warned one last time, "Here it comes." He began to press forward, shivering as he first made contact. He glanced only for an instant to his right, and saw that Paul was already pressed against Teddy's small looking arse. Applying a bit more pressure, Kevin held his breath as he watched his cock finally penetrate Aaron's tight passage. He heard his friend hiss. "You all right, mate?" "I'm great," Aaron replied, though with a bit of strain evident in his voice. "Keep sliding it in, but slow, yeah?" Kevin did his best to comply, moving millimeter by millimeter. Still, it wasn't long before he could feel Aaron's buttock nestled in his groin. The feeling was electric, magical, and Kevin nearly laughed out loud from the pure joy of it. "Well, don't just stand there," Aaron prompted, "Move about a bit." Shocked out of his revery, Kevin again glanced over at Paul, watching how he slid his cock in and out of Teddy, though never pulling it completely out. Once more he followed Paul's example, and thrilled to the new sensation as he began to truly fuck his willing friend's arse. "Brill, innit?" he heard Teddy say, and saw that he and Aaron had turned their heads towards one another. "Is he hittin' the spot yet?" "Feels fine but I don't think he's hitting anything," Aaron answered. "Paul, tell Kevin how," Teddy instructed. Paul then remind Kevin how he'd needed to curl his finger in Connor or Bobby's arse to find the prostate. He suggested Kevin use his finger to push down on his dick as he thrust into Aaron. He must have done it right, because in another moment Aaron began to moan in pleasure. He increased the pace and depth of his thrusts, which again was clearly appreciated by the squirming boy beneath him. He could feel Aaron beginning to push back to meet him each time. "He's hittin' it now, yeah?" Teddy giggled. Aaron seemed too overcome to answer. Kevin looked over and had to admit he had a front row seat to one of the most delightful sights he'd ever seen. Teddy's bum, always high on his list of beautiful things, looked even more so bent over that weird contraption, and being met by Paul's groin again and again. Suddenly, Kevin heard Aaron saying, "Shit. Shit. Shit." At the same time, the incredible tightness of Aaron's arse began to grip him even more. He saw Aaron let go of one of the handles and reach beneath himself. It was clear from the motion that he had begun frantically beating himself off. All the visual, audio and tactile stimulation sent Kevin's system into overload with a rapidity that surprised him. He had ejaculated many times in his young life, but he knew without doubt that what he was about to feel would be an entirely new experience. Feeling a surge of emotion for the boy who had so willingly prepared his arse to be invaded, and had then been excited to do so in the presence of Paul and Teddy, he bent forward, laying on Aaron's back. "Aaron, mate, I love this," he breathed into his friend's ear. "I love you." "Ya poof," Aaron chuckled, though obviously laboring to find the breath to do so. "Reckon I am, too, though, cause I love you, too." That was the final straw for Kevin. Moaning aloud, he pushed himself as deeply as he could into Aaron's warm, tight, slippery passage, unloading himself more powerfully than he ever had before. Leaning back, he gripped Aaron's slim waist and pounded into him with abandon, no longer able to restrain himself. "Bloody hell, mate!" Aaron cried out, and Kevin could feel his arse constricting around his still throbbing cock, milking even more semen from it. He knew without asking that Aaron was also in the throes of his own powerful orgasm. He smiled, knowing that his own cock had brought Aaron to that point, and that Aaron would likely be asking him to do so again in the future. For his part, Kevin knew exactly what his answer would be. Each and every time. As his head began to clear, Kevin became aware of the noises coming from the two boys next to him. Paul was moaning with lust, and Teddy kept repeating the word "yes" over and over. Though it seemed as if Paul was pounding Teddy's arse with uncontrolled force, Teddy wasn't complaining. In fact, he seemed to be encouraging Paul to go faster and harder. It wasn't long before both boys were clearly in the throes of their own orgasms, just as Kevin was drawing his dick out of Aaron. Perhaps it was because of all the combined stimuli, but he was surprised to see that he was as hard as he'd been before they'd begun. Kevin reached down and wrapped his arms around Aaron's midsection, helping him to his feet and turning him around. Kevin felt yet another surge of love as he looked into Aaron's eyes, and asked no permission to pull him into tight embrace. He could feel Aaron's cum-covered cock pressing against his own, and almost automatically began grinding himself against him. Aaron raised his hands and placed them on Kevin's shoulders, pushing gently until Kevin leaned back. Then he moved a hand to back of Kevin's head and pulled him in, pressing their lips together in a deep and passionate kiss. Kevin, whose experience of kissing was sorely lacking, wasn't sure what to do. Fortunately, Aaron seemed more experienced. Kevin imitated Aaron, opening his lips slightly, and touching his tongue to that of his new-found love's. As they kissed, Kevin felt Aaron's hands slide down his back to caress his buttocks. He did the same, delighting in the feels of the two well-muscled, smooth skinned orbs that had just provided him with such pleasure. His slid his hands up and down repeatedly, feeling unable to touch enough of his willing lover. Just then he heard another youthful giggle, and turned to see Paul lifting Teddy up and seating him on the higher cushion on the rack. Paul pushed the younger boy's knees apart, and then knelt on the lower cushions, which they had pushed back together. He then leaned in and took Teddy's hard little cock into his mouth. Kevin had seen it before, Paul and Teddy doing little in the past week to hide their sexcapades in the dormitory or showers. But somehow this time seemed so much more meaningful, and not just a means of releasing sexual tension. Kevin turned back to Aaron, who was also enjoying the show Paul and Teddy were providing. "You want me to suck you, too?" he asked. Aaron smiled back at him. "Not right now," he replied. "I think I need a minute." "Only I feel bad," Kevin said. "I really liked fu-- er... well, doing what we did, and I want you to feel good, too." Aaron chuckled and laid his head on Kevin's shoulder. "You don't get it, do you? You already made me feel bloody brilliant!" "Really?" Kevin asked, having trouble understanding how Aaron could feel as satisfied as he did. "Yes, babe, really," Aaron replied, looking up with a smile. "Babe?" Kevin asked, pushing Aaron back to fix him with a look. "You've had your cock up my arse," Aaron smiled. "I get to call you `babe' if I want." Kevin smiled back. "Can't say fairer than that, I reckon." He leaned in and planted his lips on Aaron's, who wrapped his arms tightly around Kevin's waist. They kissed deeply, and in that moment took their fledgling relationship to a new level. He had little time to reflect on the fact, however, as Teddy began to squeal in pleasure, clearly reaching another climax in Paul's mouth. Supporting himself with his hands, he pushed his hips up, whimpering with each pelvic thrust. Paul simply moved his upper body to adapt, never releasing Teddy's rampant dick. After both boys took a few moments to compose themselves, Paul leaned down to kiss Teddy, who launched himself off the cushion, wrapping himself around Paul while the older boy held him up by his buttocks. As much as Kevin felt towards Aaron, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have a double handful of Teddy's young arse. As he and Aaron began to dress, Kevin began to dwell on how much his life had changed since arriving at Chesterton Academy. And though he and most of the other boys in the first year had, very early on, begun experimenting sexually, this first week of "hands-on" lessons in Professor Parker's Health Class seemed to have thrown a switch on many of the boys' libidos. It wasn't as if orgies were breaking out in the dormitory each evening, but hardly anyone seemed to attempt to hide their sexual arousal or activities. "So," Aaron said as he pulled his T-shirt on over his head, "You reckon Professor Parker is going to talk about bum fucking on Monday?" "Wish he'd let us demonstrate," Teddy giggled. "Shut up, you," Paul growled playfully. "You talk big, but you'd never let me bum you in class." "Would too!" Teddy giggled. "I like making everybody all horny." "Horny?" Kevin asked. "Where'd you pick that up?" "That's what everybody calls it now," Teddy explained. "Terry told me only little kids call it being sexy." "You are a little kid," Aaron chuckled. "Oh no, don't..." Paul groaned, lowering his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. "What?" Aaron asked, "He's just--" "I'm not a little kid!" Teddy said emphatically, though not quite shouting. "I'm thirteen next week!" "Really?" Kevin asked. "Wow, we have to have a party or something." "I told him that," Paul said. "I said we're gonna strip him naked and spank his arse thirteen times." He paused, and then added, "But I'm afraid he'd enjoy it too much." Teddy giggled. "See?" "Boy, you've really got your hands full with that one, don't you?" Aaron said to Paul. "You don't know the half of it, mate," Paul groaned resignedly. "If I let him have his way, we'd have done all this in the dorm tonight, just so he could show off." "Can't help it I'm so pretty," Teddy giggled again, swinging his hips and making his inexplicably still stiff little cock swing back and forth like a metronome. "Stop it, you little... you little..." Paul seemed at a loss for an appropriate epithet. Still, Kevin knew he wasn't really angry, especially since he could see Paul's flaccid penis begin to fill with blood once more as Teddy wiggled enticingly. Now fully dressed, Kevin said, "All right, guys, Aaron and I will leave you alone now. Thanks for your help and... uh.. the lube." "Aw, you gotta go?" Teddy asked. "Can't you stay? We're gonna do it again. Maybe we can switch, and Paul can do Aar--. OUCH!" The rest of his sentence was cut off by the sharp slap Paul applied to his arse. "Sorry about him," Paul said, shaking his head, but obviously trying to hide a smile. "He's getting to be uncontrollable." Kevin and Aaron spoke in whispers all the way back to the dormitory, reviewing the events of that evening and speculating about Monday's Health class. Both boys stripped naked and Kevin did nothing to prevent Aaron from climbing into his bed, the size of which forced them to press against each other. As his re-inflated cock rubbed against Aaron's, Kevin knew they would soon fall asleep, meaning they'd awaken the next morning in much the same state. Well, at least naked and in the same bed. Six weeks earlier, the thought of being discovered in such a compromising position would have terrified Kevin beyond all rational thought. Now, after half a term at Chesterton Academy, and all the helpful information provided by Professor Parker, Kevin looked forward to morning. He relished the idea of sharing his happiness with the world, the happiness he felt in the arms of his very first boyfriend, and his very first lover. "Hey Kevin," Aaron whispered quietly, just as Kevin was about to drop off. "Yeah, Aaron," Kevin whispered back. "You reckon ol' Parker would give us extra marks?" "For what?" Kevin asked. "For all the homework we did tonight," Aaron snorted. Kevin chuckled quietly. "Maybe, but he might insist we demonstrate for the whole class." "Oh," Aaron replied. "I guess not then." "You said last night that you would," Kevin said, confused, "if it was with me." "Yeah," Aaron nodded, "but we'd never get a chance. Teddy would make Paul do it with him first." "Good point," Kevin sighed. "G'night, love." "G'night, babe," Aaron smiled, resting his head on Kevin's arm.