Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2018 18:04:41 +0100 From: J. Forrester Subject: Do As You're Told - Chapter Ten Do As You're Told Chapter Ten: Water Off a Bareback If you need permission to read this story (from a master, husband, partner, lodger, boss, next door neighbour, gardener) please obtain it first. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places and events is unintentional. This story is exclusively for entertainment purposes so please enjoy in safe and legal manner. FRIDAY 16TH NOVEMBER 2018 What the difference a day makes - as Dinah Washington sang. The morning after Adam's experience at Gymno-Mania, the thrill had evaporated and been replaced with 100% raging regret. He tried to wash away the experience but three feelings remained; fear, sickness and more fear. And the greatest of these is fear (a Corinthians misquote, if you're wondering). "What the fuck have you done?" Adam asked his mirror as he checked if he needed to shave and decided no. The worst part had been going to school the next day as if everything was normal. And mostly, everything was except Adam kept waiting for something to go wrong. But nothing had gone wrong and although he passed Micah - Mr Anonymous - his enemy said nothing. Indeed, he hadn't made the slightest indication that anything was different. When Friday rolled around, Adam woke up to a text message that put him right off his early morning wank. Anonymous: [Come to the second floor at break time. I have a gift for you.] Adam replied dejectedly. Adam: [Ok.] Micah was leaning nonchalantly against the wall waiting when Adam arrived. When he spotted Micah, Adam saw red and quickened his pace - his expression was thunderous and his hand was already a fist. The anger had filled Adam in an instant and he watched Micah stumble backwards and put up his hands in defence. "You're not the first boy to ever punch me," Micah said. "But if you do, you'll regret it, Adam." "You little prick..." Adam said venomously. "You weren't so robust in your protests at Gymno-Mania," Micah pointed out with a smirk. "You were blackmailing me, manipulating me..." Adam retorted. "I still am," Micah said but he sounded uncomfortable. Micah's turn from confidence to discomfort unsettled Adam and he didn't know which response to trust or what to say. If he'd been thinking more clearly, he might have preyed on Micah's disquiet and saved himself a lot of trouble. "I think I prefer it when you..." Micah started to say - his smirk had returned. "If you say do as you're told I'm gonna piss down your neck," Adam threatened. "Cool," said Micah Micah had a twinkle in his eye and Adam couldn't tell if he was joking or not. Urination, really? "Let's go in here," said Micah who opened the nearest classroom door; "Let's talk about anal beads." "Do you know what anal beads are?" asked Micah. "Aye, I know what anal beads are," Adam said. The classroom door was closed and the whole floor was deserted but Adam spoke in a low voice, humiliated that he had to say such a sentence aloud. "Great," Micah grinned manically. A second later Micah tossed a bundle towards Adam, who was surprised by the weight of the silicone beads. The smallest was about 2.5cm in circumference and the largest 7cm; there was a loop like a ringpull at the end and the whole sting of beads was at least 25cm in length. Adam knew what anal beads were and how they worked but he'd never used them before, never felt them, never looked up to see a boy urging him to try them out for size. "They're not a beginners set but you're not a beginner, are you? Not been an anal virgin for a long time, I'd guess?" Micah goaded him but sounded a little jealous. "No, I'm not a virgin," Adam answered, then spat; "I'm guessing you still are." "I'm guessing you should drop your trousers and stick them up you before the next class arrives," Micah shot back as he pulled out his phone. "Maybe I should just take your phone, smash it and see how far up your ass I can get the pieces," Adam suggested conversationally. Micah paused and Adam could almost see the response building in his head. "Don't be a dumbass. Have you heard of cloud storage?" Micah spoke as if speaking to an idiot. "You can smash my phone but I can still forward the pictures to anyone I like. How about your best friend?" Given the previous demonstrations of intimate images being sent, Adam knew it wasn't an idle threat. He unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped and then pushed them - along with his underwear - to his knees. Micah was taking pictures or video of Adam as he unpacked the beads, with a helpful sampling of lube, and prepared to insert them. There were nine beads on the string and the first slipped in easily. He pushed the next and the next and then the next in quick succession but the sensation was getting increasing intense. There were five beads to go and Adam's feet curled as the next was pushed in; his penis was responding too, filling up and expanding with happiness. Adam tried to ignore Micah, but the previously anonymous boy didn't make that easy. Adam tried to keep his groin turned away as he pushed the next bead in and was left with just tree to go but it was hard. "Very hard," commented Micah; "Turn around and face me, Adam." Adam turned just a little, fumbling around behind himself to push in another bead and letting out a moan of pleasure. "Is it a good feeling, Adam? Do you like playing with your ass?" Micah asked. Adam didn't answer - he had two beads to go, the biggest the string; Adam had taken much fatter cocks than 7cm before, but it wasn't just the girth of the beads that made them so arousing. The way they rubbed together and stimulated the nerves inside the anus made them extremely exciting. Besides, nine exponentially bigger beads took up more room than a single tumescent cock. Adam pushed the penultimate bead in and held onto the last, pressing it gently against the sphincter and slowly letting it yield. Adam's ass was already quite occupied but it made room for the last bead and Adam left the ring draping out ready for the extraction process. Adam suspected removal would be even more exciting. "That was great," Micah said; "You can pull your trousers up and I'll see you at lunchtime. "What?!" Adam exclaimed. "You can take them put in a few hours," Micah said blandly. "You can't expect me to keep these inside myself for nearly two hours," Adam protested. "I think you know the answer to that," Micah replied. Micah pulled open the classroom door - Adam still hadn't made himself decent so he dove behind a desk - and exited. Adam was very much committed to an uncomfortable mid-morning. Walking with the beads inside was glorious. Also awful. Adam could feel his hard cock pressing within his underwear and trousers and he hoped no-one was looking at the thick member that occasionally twitched when he moved a certain way. Because the outer sphincter of the anus has so many nerve endings, the sensation produced by movement of the beads was intensely arousing. The beads moved every time Adam walked, sat down, stood up, shifted in his seat... By the time the second mid-morning lesson had ended, Adam could feel sticky resin of pre-cum dribbling in the seat of his underwear. Adam made haste to leave the classroom, not even stopping to make an excuse to any of his friends. Returning to the same room ten minutes after the lunch bell rang, Adam looked around expecting to see Micah; apparently Micah didn't have the same time imperative because he strolled in another ten minutes later. "I'm in agony here," Adam said. "Agony?" Micah said and for the first time Adam saw real worry. "I'm going to explode if I don't get these out," Adam said. Micah's worry turned to delight and he looked to see the very obvious boner indented in Adam's school trousers. Micah walked forward and rubbed the hard-on through Adam's clothes, Adam twitched and pulled away but the movement only excited things farther. Adam was lucky to not fill his pockets with cum. "Please can I take them out?" Adam asked. He was so close to begging, but he tried not to think about that. Micah nodded and put his hands on Adam's waist, then moved his fingers to Adam's zipper and trouser button. A second later, the stricture on Adam's cock eased as the school trousers fell open. Micah pulled both the trousers and underwear down, not just to Adam's knees this time, all the way to his ankles. Micah put his phone back on and pointed it at Adam. "Reach between your legs and pull away," Micah said. Adam didn't care about pictures or blackmail anymore, not right now; the only thing on his mind was relief and release. Adam reached between his legs with his left hand and pulled the first bead. It was the biggest and it almost popped as he pulled. Adam's cock twitched, the livid head was quacking and leaking and bobbed untouched with a string of pre-cum oozing out. Adam pulled another and jumped as it popped out. Adam stood on tiptoes as the third bead was pulled out and he felt his orgasm unstoppably close. Micah loved the sight of Adam unable to stand still from the sensations of arousal. Micah pointed the camera at Adam's cock - dark pubes above and creamy silky-brown thighs on either side made for a magnificent focus feature. As the fourth bead plopped out, Adam - without touching his own cock - came violently. Micah jumped back just in time and he caught the subsequent squirts even as Adam continued to pull the fifth and sixth beads free. The orgasm was just a dribbling mess as the remaining beads re-emerged and Adam was free of the troubling sex toy. "You can keep them if you want," Micah said with a titter. "No thanks," Adam answered. Adam dropped the anal beads on the floor and pulled his trousers and underwear up. "Well I'm not picking them up," Micah said determinedly. "I don't care," Adam replied. Micah returned Adam's steely gaze and settled on another smile. Micah shrugged and waited until Adam was at the door before shouting after him. "See you around, Adam." After pulling anal beads out of your bumhole at school, there is little else that can happen that merits comment. Adam had calmed down by the evening but he was plagued by doubts and fear and loathing and regret... He wished he knew what to do about his Mr Anonymous problem - especially now that he wasn't anonymous. Tell the school? Adam was no grass. Tell his dad? Only if he wanted Micah buried in a shallow grave... better make that plan B. The result of Adam's encounters with Micah meant he was distracted when Teen Titan entered the parlour that night. This was their sixth encounter and Adam appreciated their dialogue as much as the sexual features. "Adam..." Teen Titan said. Adam realised his attention had probably been requisitioned more than once. "Sorry," Adam responded. "You were far away for a minute there," Teen Titan said. "Worried about me?" Adam half-joked. Teen Titan's eyes knotted together - it was funny how the mask covered the whole head and most of his face and yet Teen Titan was still very expressive. Adam could tell Teen Titan was giving the question thought and concluding in the affirmative. "Yes. I guess I am worried," Teen Titan said. "Some things are happening..." Adam started to say and bottled it; "At school and I'm just... trying to figure things out." "You've talked about school before. You said you were the worst version of yourself," Teen Titan said. Adam nodded, surprised and disturbed - yet gratified - that the gorgeous man remembered what he had said. He wished it wasn't so inglorious. Robin meanwhile was thinking about his attempted friendly overture and how it had been brutally and unceremoniously shot down. "I feel like I'm a different person," Adam said; "I'm changing every day." "That's good," Teen Titan replied; "What about that boy at school... the one you said you hate?" Robin felt selfish for manipulating the conversation but he wondered if his attempt to be friendly had had any impact at all; he had already tried to ask last week but Adam had been preoccupied. He was even more preoccupied this time. "I hate more than one person..." Adam said darkly. Adam was thinking about Micah and the anal beads. Neither of them had made any moves towards sexualising the night's encounter. "I'm not proud of who I am at school. I wonder if I'm being punished for it," Adam said. "You mean like fate?" Teen Titan asked. Adam nodded and Teen Titan continued; "I don't believe in fate. I believe in bad things happening to good people and good things happening to bad people. There is no fate." "Some people don't deserve bad things to happen to them," Adam protested. In his heart, Adam doubted that he was included in that caveat. "The boys at school who you hate... do they deserve it?" Teen Titan asked, pressing for an answer that seemed important for some reason. "I don't know," Adam replied. Adam went quiet for a moment, lost in his thoughts about Mr Anonymous; it seemed to be a problem with no solution. This was not how Adam had imagined his Friday night going, he wanted intimacy from Teen Titan, but nothing was father from his mind now. "I think I'm going to go... sorry. I need to go," Adam announced. From behind his Teen Titan mask, a bewildered Robin was left staring at Adam's retreating back. Robin understood that he hadn't been friends with Adam for a long time, but things were getting complicated - they had tried talking and seemed to be getting nowhere. Robin was starting to consider the old aphorism: Actions speak louder than words. FRIDAY 23RD NOVEMBER 2018 Adam had three messages from Arthur to remind him of the fundraiser event that afternoon, to request help with his homework again and to ask if he was awake yet. Adam: [I haven't forgotten the fundraiser... because you've talked about nothing else all week :P] Adam: [Do you realise what would happen if I turn in my homework in your handwriting? I'd get kicked out of school.] Arthur had made Adam watch Back to the Future about a hundred times so it would make his best friend happy to have it referenced. Adam: [No. I'm still sound asleep.] A whole week had passed without Mr Anonymous being in touch but Adam had spent Wednesday evening at Gymno-Mania. Thankfully, without a malign influence, Adam had been allowed to wear skimpy swimming trunks instead of being totally naked and went unmolested. There was plenty of looking and whispered comments but Adam took them to be largely flattering. Micah was a mystery because most of the time he didn't even look in Adam's general direction and the total disconnect was jarring. Adam was still thinking about that when he walked into the back of someone as he headed into the assembly hall. "Sorry," he said automatically and then looked up to see it was Robin. "Sorry," Robin replied reflexively. It's a strange convention - someone walks into you, but you apologise too. It's even more annoying when you apologise to the person who walked into you while they glare at you like it's your fault in a "you should watch where I'm going," kind of way. Robin expected a litany of cruelties to emit from Adam's mouth. Adam expected a litany of cruelties to emit from his mouth too. Adam was so used to taking all his pain out on other people - especially Robin - but he was starting to realise how poorly the behaviour served him. Mr Anonymous was mistreating him with fear and blackmail and Adam was starting to think about exactly how he mistreated people too. So instead of saying anything to Robin, he just slid past him and entered the assembly hall. Adam felt relief that the school week was nearly over and he was closer to seeing Teen Titan again - after his sudden departure last time, he felt the need to make amends. Adam met Arthur inside the assembly hall - easily picking out the tall handsome blonde through the crowd; it rarely occurred to Adam how attractive Arthur was. They had become friends in first year of high school and Art was his best and closest friend, the one in whom Adam could share most things - he had not told Arthur he was gay, he didn't told anyone. Indeed, that was what made it so easy for Mr Anonymous to manipulate him. The gloomy assembly hall held the fourth to sixth year pupils - the first to third year classes had their assembly on Thursday - and a dutiful cadre of teachers. The usually-bored fourteen to seventeen year olds perked up when Mr Armitage - their head teacher was on the platform at the front. The man was attractive, charming and mellow as he addressed relevant school business. "...I' also like to remind everyone that a fundraising will be held this afternoon. Boys from the sixth year are going to let you throw buckets of water all over them," Mr Armitage said. There was a murmur of approval from all quarters, all genders and all year groups around the room. "What are you going to buy with the funds, boys?" Mr Armitage asked. The money was being raised by Adam, Arthur and their cohorts to make improvements to the sixth year common room. "A sixty-inch TV." "X-Box One." "PS3." "A new sofa." "A condom machine." "Pft, you wish." Mr Armitage was a cool guy but he called quits as the silly suggestions became more suggestive and ridiculous; though they really did want a big-ass TV. "Well, anyway I'm told we have a photographer for the event," Mr Armitage said He was referring to Ben McDonald - a cute but quiet boy with a budding photographic ambition. "Donations will be accepted throughout the day, donation buckets will be available throughout the school and then we can get these boys soaking wet..." Mr Armitage continued. There was a funny (as in peculiar) silence that the head teacher ended by adding; "That sounded ok in my head, but not when I said it aloud..." There were more giggles at the intended joke and the man wrapped up the school assembly with time to spare before the first class. Anonymous: [I understand all the vain boys have brought old clothes to wear for their soaking.] Adam read the message and instinctively looked around to find Micah - as if, now that he had revealed himself as Mr Anonymous, he would be there smiling smugly at him. Adam: [So?] He hoped it sounded as moody and disgruntled as it sounded in his head. Anonymous: [Save the clothes. Keep your uniform on.] Adam: [Why?] Anonymous: [Because if you don't this will get emailed to your friends.] A video appeared a second later. It was Adam naked, on all fours, ass hole pointed towards the camera, looking over his shoulder. Adam hurried to mute the audio and closed the video that had been taken at Gymno-Mania a week and a half ago. Adam: [Sure fucking thing, anything else?] He shouldn't have asked, the spite in the reply was palpable - and possibly imagined. Doesn't everyone imagine a tone of voice from a text - an intonation that can't possibly be divined from words on a screen? Never the less, Adam imagined spite when the next text appeared. Anonymous: [Yes. Once you've taken your turn, strip to your boxers exactly where you are and change into your dry clothes.] Fuck, there would be an audience when he took of his sopping wet uniform. Adam knew he shouldn't have been disrespectful. That was the word that came to him - he had sounded disrespectful in his retort and was being punished for it. Adam: [You know we're doing it outside? Teacher and students will be watching.] Anonymous: [I know :)] Adam: [Let me guess. Do as I'm told?] Arthur, Dominic, Nasser, Tomek and Carlos had changed into shorts and t-shirts for the big moment. They were in the courtyard outside the main entrance of the school - Adam could see his car in the car park from where he stood. The entire front facade of the school looked out onto that courtyard and most of the fifth and sixth year pupils - aged between sixteen and seventeen - had turned up to see the soaking. The fundraiser was originally intended to take place in the quad - a square, open-air area in the middle of the school - but it was being used by the Higher Art class. The school was like a rectangular donut around the quad; on the ground floor the cafeteria, social area (alliteratively called the huddle hall), sixth year common room and several classrooms looked into the courtyard. First floor classrooms also looked into the quad, including: History, Art, English and Modern Languages. Computing, Maths and Sciences looked down from the second floor. As Adam convened with his friends in the courtyard instead of the quad, he felt rather glad. In the quad, Adam would have felt like the entire school was watching and if he was going to strip to his boxers, he didn't want everyone to see. "You're not going to change?" asked Carlos. "You know this will end up on YouTube... soaking wet teenager in school uniform." Carlos was a bit of a dick. So was Adam obviously but Adam but unlike Carlos, he did not socialise with Stephen-nutcase-Wyle or his cabal. If Adam was considered a bully for using words to diminish the humanity of his targets, then Stephen, Carlos and Eddie were the bullies who used fists to rearrange your face for any reason at all. "Soaking wet teenager in school uniform was the name of your sister's first porno, wasn't it?" Adam shot back. Arthur snorted with laughter which meant it was ok for everyone else to laugh. Arthur was the great breaker of tension for the entire sixth year. He defended Adam because they were best friends but he was also the first to call time when Adam was getting too heavy-handed with his insults. "Fuckin' ha ha," replied Carlos: "I'll try not to piss in the bucket before I throw it all over you." Adam laughed too and assumed Carlos was actually joking. The six boys participating in the fundraiser were each given a bucket which was refilled after each throw. The crowd hoped they could throw the water but since the buckets were heavy and full and liable to splash when they were lifted, it was agreed the participants themselves would do the honours. Mr Wilson and Mr Jones - Vincent and Rhys - were on hand to supervise the event and Mr McKenzie - the Deputy Head teacher - had made a fleeting but disinterested appearance. Cameron, who was part of the crowd of boys and girls gathered to watch the fundraiser found his eyes repeatedly drawn to Vincent. It was two weeks since Cameron had visited Vincent's flat and hand they were both getting itchy for another encounter. Vincent was desperately trying not to look at Cameron. It was difficult though - Cameron wasn't wearing his blazer (many of the boys were in shirtsleeves only) and Vincent could almost see his nipples though the shirt. Vincent wanted to tear the shirt open and lick Cameron's long lanky body... Thoughts like that were exactly why he was trying not to look at Cameron. Carlos went first and squeezed his eyes shut as the water saturated him. At the edge of the crowd Ben snapped pictures with his camera. Ben's photos of a dripping wet Carlos were classy rather than voyeuristic and pervy; officially some fun photos would be taken for the yearbook, unofficially many hoped some seedier pictures would make it into the underground yearbook. Carlos ran a hand through his thick black hair to squeeze the water out and then stood up on bare feet and grabbed a towel. His wet t-shirt gripped his broad chest and his leg hair was matted, the towel fluffed his hair and then wet around his shoulders. Soon Dominic and Nasser were soaked too while Adam watched. Adam's eyes searched to the crowd - two weeks ago he'd have been looking for clues to who Mr Anonymous was. Adam spied Cameron and Robin speaking in low voices to one another. Adam recalled the days before high school when they had been friends; reminded of a time before he was friends with Arthur and before his mum... Adam's eye caught Micah - the very person he had subconsciously been looking for. Sure as hell, Mr Anonymous was going to want this recorded. The brown-skinned boy looked his way and smiled placidly. "Adam, you're up," Arthur said; "Are you sure you don't want to change out of your uniform?" Adam just grunted and pulled off his shoes - because they were expensive - but otherwise stepped up to the soaking chair and braced himself for... The first bucket of water hit him in the face before he had a chance to brace himself or hold his breath. He coughed and sputtered and once he had wiped the water from his eyes, looked up to see Carlos pissing himself laughing. "You fucking..." "That was not cool, Carlos," Arthur said because Adam couldn't even finish his rejoinder without coughing again. "Behave, guys!" Rhys admonished. "You ready?" Arthur asked. Adam looked up at Arthur and reassembled his face into one that pretended to be ok with Carlos' joke. Adam was faintly aware of the flash from Ben's camera but at least he looked good-humoured about the situation. Adam nodded at Arthur and more buckets of water joined the first until he was dripping wet. The only amendment Adam had made to the [Keep your uniform on] instruction was to remove his blazer. But the school shirt was now plastered to his skin. His sallow skin and brown nipples showed through the material and everyone enjoyed his soaking more than anyone else's so far. Dripping wet in shorts and t-shirts had been fun, but Adam had been a nice change of pace. There was something more alluring about Adam's wet-clothed look that drew a flurry of extra donations to school funds. As Adam stood up he thought about what he had to do next. He had hoped to go last so the crowd would have thinned a little when he stripped to his underwear but Arthur and Tomek still had their turns to take so he was left with the entire crowd. Adam padded over leaned against the wall of the school that ran perpendicular to the main entrance. He lifted one foot at a time and pulled off his sopping socks then pulled the knot out his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Arthur was sitting on the chair and waiting to take his turn: "What the fuck are you doing?" Adam responded in full-blown arrogant and vain mode: "I'm getting changed into something dry. What, are you pussies all going inside to get changed? If you've got it, flaunt it..." Adam pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the ground - his chest was damp and shiny - before unfastening his belt to open up his trousers. "That means you should keep you clothes on, Carlos," Adam insulted his friend. It was a petty jab but Carlos laughed at the implication he had nothing to flaunt. He was a bulky and athletic teen with Latin-American parents; he was a Scottish boy through and through and had plenty to flaunt. "Do you think it's appropriate to be stood around in your underwear, Adam?" Rhys asked with a disapproving tone. "C'mon Mr Jones, you see more skin on Neighbours nowadays. It's just boxers," Adam replied. Adam could see Micah checking him out from across the courtyard and compensated by acting like it was no big deal and he was totally cool with it. "Fine, don't listen to me I'm just your teacher," Mr Jones replied - Rhys sounded very much like he expected to be ignored anyway. Arthur had two buckets of water thrown at him while Adam pulled off his trousers. He knew that attention was now divided between Arthur - popular, sexy, blonde, nice legs and dripping with water - and Adam. Adam was also sexy but sallow skinned thanks to Iranian roots and of course he was only wearing tight boxer briefs. Adam didn't even notice Ben taking a few photos of him in his underwear. Ben was supposed to be taking pictures of the yearbook, but where was the harm in getting the odd shot for his own collection or... "Adam, your turn to throw," said Carlos. Carlos handed Adam a bucket of water to throw at Arthur so now he was stuck chucking it before he could finish changing into his shorts and t-shirt. He threw the bucket and Arthur whooped with delight as if he were at a theme park getting soaked on a water ride. Arthur jumped to his feet and pulled off his t-shirt to show off his ripped physique and then dropped his board shorts to show off his muscular thighs and meaty bulge. Now people's attention was back on Arthur and Adam should have been relieved but he felt oddly cheated that his thunder should be stolen. "Solidarity, bro," Arthur said, pulling Adam into a one armed hug. More photos were taken. Adam and Arthur stood around in their underwear for the final victim of the bucket challenge and once Tomek - the pale skinned Polish boy in their peer group - was wet too, he also pulled off his t-shirt. With all the boys soaked and ready to get changed, they joined Adam's improvised excuse for stripping off and soon they were all stripped to their boxers right there in the courtyard and retrieving towels to dry themselves. Micah - Mr Anonymous - had gotten more than he planned for. "How about a group picture for the yearbook?" Ben suggested meekly. Adam would probably have told him to "fuck off" and Carols looked tempted to be even less polite but Arthur responded first. "Great idea, Ben. Gather around," Arthur said as he groped the arms of his friends until they were all close enough together to fit in the frame. Ben took more pictures than was necessary and the crowd of students began to dissipate - it was getting cold even for the pupils who were dressed. Ben's final few shots were close-up crotch shots that the underground yearbook would just love. Ben imagined a feature called "guess the crotch" and thought it would be a good laugh: check your answer now, see the full picture on page ten. "Are you done? It's gettin' cold out here" complained Carols. "Ha, yea, we can tell..." said Tomek pointing at the shirking bulge in Carlos' underwear. "Cough - tiny cock - cough," said Arthur. Everyone who wasn't Carlos thought it was funny. Ben reviewed the pictures he'd taken as he joined the thinning crowd. The half-naked boys were finally drying off with towels and wrapping them around their waists to removed sopping wet underwear and pull on something dry. Adam kept thinking something awful was going to happen but it didn't - he got dry shorts on - regular ones, not obscenely short ones - without incident. Anticipating the worst focused Adam's attention to everything around him so he noticed Micah, Cameron and Robin whispering; Cameron laughed at the same second as he looked over Adam. Was Cameron laughing at him? Had Micah told him something? Adam had felt fury in the minutes before Micah made him put anal beads in his ass and the same feeling erupted now. Red mist descended and Adam lurched forward, grabbed the one full bucket of water that was left and lifted to toss over Cameron's smirking face. Cameron's gaze had actually been sweeping towards Vincent - who was talking to Mr Jones - to check him out. Cameron had made plans to see Vincent at his flat that night and was getting excited by the possibilities. Cameron was thinking about what he wanted to do to his lover when his spider-sense tingled. Cameron looked towards Adam just in time to see him lift his bucket of water which was destined to empty in his direction. Except both Cameron and Micah were too fast - they turned and stepped away. It was Robin, who had done nothing at all, who was drenched by the entire deluge from the bucket. The water soaked Robin's chest and splashed up into his face. Robin was stock still with shock as the water soaked his shirt until it was transparent. Robin didn't know if he should be glad he wasn't been wearing his blazer - so at least it would still be dry - or mortified that his nipples were showing through the wet material. Adam hadn't meant to soak Robin. What the hell was he thinking trying to soak Micah in the first place? But as he watched Robin's body appear through the wet shirt he was absolutely stunned. Robin was always so shy, cautious and inhibited about his body that Adam had never realised how beautiful it was. Robin had a killer body and Adam when felt his cock notice, he knew it was time to look away from Robin's erect nipples. "Fuck, sorry," Adam said but a nervous laugh escaped too and it must have made him sound insincere. Micah made a hasty exit - perhaps fearing Adam would make a second attempt - but Adam saw him pull out his mobile phone. Meanwhile, Cameron was quick to step to his friends defence. "What the fuck was that! What did you do that for?" Cameron demanded - indignant on Robin's behalf. Adam reciprocated in his usual diplomatic manner: "Aye, calm down. Do get your tutu in twist." "I'm going in to get changed," Robin stated and that was all he said. Robin grabbed his bag from the ground where it was more or less dry and luckily had a change of clothes in it. "Robin, are you alright?" Mr Jones asked as he passed. "Fine," he replied without stopping. Mr Jones followed him anyway but Robin wanted to be left alone; he looked back out at the shocked group but he trusted Vincent to handle it. "Seriously, Adam... do you work at being a ranging fucking ass-hole?" Cameron challenged. "It was an accident. I was aiming for..." he could hardly say Micah because then people would ask why - besides Micah had already left the area. Adam finished: "...his sense of self-worth but the target was too small." Behind him, Carols sniggered and Adam felt buoyed and dismayed by that. Wasn't he trying to be a better person? Yes, but he was taking time off at the moment. "Francesca will be fine," Adam said - topping up his uncalled for behaviour with his patented "call Robin a girl's name" routine. "Adam, that was unacceptable," said Vincent. "Sorry, Mr Wilson..." Adam replied but he didn't really sound it. "That was pretty shit of you, Adam," admonished Arthur. Adam looked at his best friend - Art was one of the few people who Adam actually listened to. Arthur always had to be so fair, didn't he? "Crap," Adam muttered under his breath. "You should go apologise," Art added; "The word you're looking for is sorry, do you want me to write it down?" Adam rolled his eyes but set off to find Robin, assuming he would be in the boys changing room. Adam wasn't sure if he had ever apologised to Robin - or anyone - so why was he now? Maybe he was growing as a person? He checked his phone as he walked. Adam: [I did as you asked. Even got you a few more nearly naked boys. Happy?] Anonymous: [It was satisfactory.] What a prick. Adam: [Are you pissed because I nearly soaked you?] Anonymous: [You weren't aiming for Robin?] Adam: [Forget it. I did as you asked.] Anonymous: [Yes. You were very obedient. Well done.] Was he being sarcastic? He sounded sarcastic. Can you "sound" sarcastic in a text message? What a prick. At this time on a Friday Robin knew the boys changing room would be mercifully deserted. The irony of Robin's reticence about being seen shirtless - considering he stripped naked on a stage almost every weekend - was not lost on him. But then, when he was on stage at The Fourth nightclub he was wearing his Teen Titan mask. Never the less, Robin had been nervous about stripping to put on fresh clothes and was relieved to find the changing room empty. Robin's shirt was clinging to his chest and cooling fast so now he was practically shivering. Also because of stupid gravity, the water had flowed down and soaked his trousers too. Why? What the hell had he ever done to gravity to deserve that? Robin dumped his bag on a bench with a frustrated sigh. Robin had already been feeling blue - his mum's birthday was on Monday and he hadn't heard from her since her last birthday. She had been out of touch for so long - he missed her and worried about her. But most of all, he was upset that she didn't seem to care about him anymore. Uncomfortably wet clothes pulled on Robin's attention and his thoughts turned to Adam. He was starting to think Adam would never change - he would always be cruel and petty and vain, and irredeemably so. Robin was sure he hadn't deserved a bucket of water in his face... had Adam been aiming for him? If Robin didn't know better he would have sworn Adam had been aiming for Micah. But what the hell did he know? Robin sat down to pull off his shoes. His socks were dry so they stayed on, covering about five centimetres of his ankle. Robin unbuckled his belt while he sat and looked around one last time to check he was definitely alone and unobserved. He pulled open his trousers before lifting his bum and pushing them down and off. He stuffed them into an errant plastic bag he'd found in his backpack. Robin pulled the knot of his tie and lifted the noose off his neck and then unbuttoned his shirt enough to pull it over his head. Usually, the boys changing room was busy with lads getting undressed and filling the room with sweat, steam and deodorant. It was quite nice to be able to sit alone, in the quiet, wearing only his boxers and socks. Adam descended the short flight of stairs into the corridor outside the boys changing room. Instinctively he slowed down and found himself creeping towards the door which was only closed over. When is a door not a door? When it's ajar. Adam's caution allowed him to approach unheard. The door was open just enough for Adam to peek inside, wherein he spied Robin wearing a pair of loose-fitting, blue plaid boxers. "Fuckin' hell," Adam muttered. In a million years Adam would never have guessed that Robin was so hot. He'd gotten an inkling when he'd seen Robin's soaked shirt but now he was bare but for boxers and socks and Adam realised Robin was a boner-inducing knockout. Adam watched Robin stand up and shuffle around, pulling dry clothes from his bag. Adam crept closer when Robin passed momentarily out of view. That feeling of being watched? It is accounted for by the fact that the human brain take in more information than we are consciously aware of. The periphery of our vision is designed to detect movement. Our brains are designed to assume we are being watched - it is an evolutionary advantage to make you look. Our eyes are also designed for gaze-detection - to find who is looking at us - because eye contact is a method of social engagement. That feeling of being watched? Robin turned towards the door and saw Adam. For a boy as body-conscious as Robin, being seen in his boxers was terrifying. Yet Adam had seen his body before - as Teen Titan - so he tried to dismiss his discomfort and more importantly he hoped Adam didn't recognise him from his physique. Busted, Adam entered the changing room and got an even better look at Robin. Robin had smooth creamy skin, the soft round curve of his shoulder and the contour of his collar bone; the brown round nipples, the oval bellybutton, the plunge towards the top of his boxers; his strong thighs and slim legs... Fuck, was Adam staring? If he was, Robin was too preoccupied with his own concerns to have noticed. "I owe you an apology," Adam admitted. "Yea, have you got a list?" Robin replied dryly. Bitchy wit was not usually his style but the words came spontaneously and it seemed, now that they were talking to each other, he ought to say something. Still, Robin turned away so he didn't have to look Adam in the eye anymore. Adam wondered if Robin would accept the apology. If their places were reversed, Adam wasn't sure he would - but he was petty and mean. Would Robin accept it, like water off a duck's back? Like water off a bareback. Robin had a muscled back that Adam would have liked dick splash off with glee. Shit, Adam needed to get his mind out of the gutter. Adam was now devouring the sight of Robin's smooth and muscular back - one that Adam, if he was honest with himself, would love to look at while barebacking. Feeling his cock thicken, Adam repeated his admonishment to get his mind out of the gutter. "I didn't mean to throw water all over you," Adam said. For weeks Robin had been struggling to rationalise the companionable Adam he knew from The Fourth with the bully he knew at school. Adam the bully was at least making an effort to apologise and he wondered if it was his relationship with Teen Titan that had helped to make that happen. Robin pulled on a pair of jogging bottoms to cover his legs. "Who did you mean to throw water over?" Robin asked quietly. Adam practically sneered; "Look, I'm trying to apologise. Ok? I'm sorry." "I think this is the most words we've exchanged in nearly six years. At least without you insulting me," Robin said. This was his first opportunity to probe Adam's animosity without wearing a mask - when he had to choose his words carefully. Robin turned to face Adam as he pulled on a t-shirt. Robin saw Adam's eyes dilate as he saw his body again, which made him smile just a little. "Do you accept my apology or not?" Adam asked. "Do you really mean it?" Robin enquired. "Yes," Adam said as if he was shocked it was not obvious. "Then yes," Robin answered; "I accept you apology." "Did you have to make it so hard?" Adam asked. There was a double entendre there because Adam's stiffy was only just relaxing and because he really did wonder why Robin hadn't jumped at the chance to accept the apology. Robin reminded himself that the Adam he knew as Teen Titan was a boy he really liked; he kept hoping that version of Adam would show his face. The worst version of himself - that's what Adam himself called his school-self. In fairness... Adam had just apologised, which was progress. "I find it hard to believe you mean it because I don't trust you," Robin said flatly. "Well, the easiest way for someone to trust you is to deserve it..." Adam said. "You don't deserve it," Robin pointed out. "...But not the only way," Adam added. Robin didn't know how to answer that; he wasn't sure what to do with this conversation at all. It was like having an argument with someone he'd never met before, someone he didn't know. Adam's arousal was finally under control but the image of a nearly naked Robin would stick with him for a long time. "Look, I didn't come here to make a fake apology," Adam said sincerely. "If I didn't mean it, I wouldn't waste my time coming here to say it. Not to you." The final sentence had been added bitchily but Adam was being honest so Robin listened without interruption. "So you should believe I mean it because... because I do mean it," Adam said clumsily. Robin couldn't help but smile because Adam's apology was axiomatic. "You're right. You gave me the chance to believe you so I should give you the chance to mean it," Robin reluctantly agreed. Robin put his bag over his shoulder and stepped past Adam to exit the changing room, leaving Adam behind. That had been weird. They had had an actual conversation. Adam only went to the changing room to say sorry - and then only because Arthur had told him to because Arthur was like his Jiminy Cricket. He thought he hated Robin - he had said as much to Teen Titan; Robin was just a stupid closeted gay-boy from school. But Adam was a closeted gay boy too so he knew quite nicely why he targeted Robin. Adam didn't want to think about all that anymore. He wanted to think about Robin in his boxers. Fuck, Adam wished he could have climbed between Robin's thighs and... "Hey, I told you to say sorry not write him an epic fucking poem," Arthur said sarcastically; "What took so long?" Arthur's arrival had taken Adam by surprise but he recovered smoothly. "Nothing," Adam replied. That didn't make sense but if Arthur noticed he didn't say. "Did you have a conversation with him like a normal human being?" Arthur asked facetiously. "A normal human being, what's that?" Adam asked. Art smiled without reply - he patted Adam's shoulder and the two friends fell into step to depart area. Adam was relieved to have made it through the week. Barring the sojourn at Gymno-Mania and the watersports (not in that way) end to the school week, everything had turned out ok. And he'd got to see a surprisingly buff Robin in his underwear. Frankly, Adam would have liked nothing more than to jerk off and think about Robin. It felt unfaithful to Teen Titan - whom he still very much coveted - and it was very confusing. Adam had spent so long tormenting, insulting and niggling away at Robin that he had never really stopped to look at him. Adam had grown up in the years since they had stopped being friends and he suddenly wondered how he could have failed to notice Robin had grown up too. Robin was still the youngest boy in their year group - he wouldn't be seventeen until after New Year but he sure as hell didn't look sixteen. Or seventeen. "Fuck, stop thinking about him," Adam muttered to himself. Adam was lying on his bed, the perfect place to jerk off. "Fuck, stop thinking about him," Adam repeated. Adam would have loved to jerk off thinking about... someone... but he wanted to save up his load for Teen Titan. They hadn't got to the physical stage last week because he had run off but Adam intended to make up for it. Adam was about to go for a shower and so stripped in his room and put his uniform in a musky hamper in the corner. The house was empty and being naked was fun, so much fun that he revised his decision not to jerk off and amended it to not cumming. Adam gripped his dick and brought it to full mast as he thought about Teen Titan's cock in his mouth. Adam concentrated on his desire for Teen Titan as he stroked his cock with a tight fist and wet the head of his cock with spit. Adam could imagine Teen Titan's meaty cock in his hand and pictured the masked man returning the favour. Adam was edging already but was adamant he wouldn't cum. Adam was thinking how much more he would have enjoyed his afternoon getting soaked if Teen Titan had been there tossing off. Adam allowed himself five more minutes of careful stroking before reluctantly stopping and heading for a shower. The fresh water washed away the sweat and salt and stale water from the fundraising event. With his ablutions complete, Adam rubbed a towel over all his bits and wrapped it around his waist. Adam returned to his room in just the towel and checked himself out in the mirror when he returned to his room and was very satisfied with what he saw. He was always satisfied with his reflection. Adam dropped the towel and looked at himself naked - he was satisfied with that too. His hand reached for his penis again, playing with the limp muscle until it responded appreciatively. He would have carried on playing with his favourite toy but his phone rang and the moment was lost. It was just Arthur calling to say he'd be around in half an hour, compelling Adam to complete his beauty routine. Adam had agreed to go out with Arthur and others but had no intention of spending all night with his friends. Thus Adam arrived at The Fourth later than usual, having been persuaded to sneak into Three's Company (the adjacent nightclub which was shockingly lax in its checking of ID) with his school friends. They were all too busy drinking and trying to chat up girls to notice he didn't hang around. Adam waited until the music was loud and the dance floor was full; the lads were all getting drinks for girls or getting knocked back, depending on their luck, when he took his leave. Adam made no excuses as he left Three's Company - his mates would assume he was somewhere else in the club - maybe getting lucky. Adam made his unobtrusive way into The Fourth and then into the performance area where he settled himself into a booth in time to watch Clyde, Troy and Karl Hung gyrate their way onto the stage. They were amongst the most confident performers at The Fourth - more than willing not only to bear all but to get hard, masturbate and sometimes even get intimate with one another. Adam wondered if Teen Titan would ever suck off Clyde live on stage. He also wondered if watching Teen Titan do that would make him hot and horney or jealous. A figure slid into the booth beside him. In the low lights of the room, Toulouse's dark skin was picked out by the strobes of light from the stage. Adam checked out the hard muscle of the Frenchman, the black briefs with braces that went over his shoulders... "You're looking hot tonight," Adam complimented him. "I always look hot," Toulouse replied in his most seductive accent. Adam smiled gently and returned his eyes to the stage where Clyde was lowering himself down a pole and onto another - namely Tory's big dick. "You are cordially invited to parlour two," Toulouse said. "With you?" Adam asked. "Not with me," Toulouse said, not offended that Adam clearly wanted someone else. "Teen Titan?" Adam asked, hoping he did not sound pathetically hopeful. "Of course. We all know he's your favourite now. And he's not allowed to see anyone else," Toulouse said. "Says who?" Adam asked. "Mr Aziz says Teen Titan is for your eyes only," Toulouse replied. Adam knew his father had selected Teen Titan especially for him but he hadn't relied this was common knowledge among the others. "Do you miss me?" Adam asked but not out of vanity for once. "Oh I miss everyone," Toulouse replied diplomatically. Twenty minutes later and Adam was in the parlour, turning as Teen Titan entered. The door seemed to open slowly, the man who entered seemed to move tentatively. When their eyes met, Adam was relieved that there was no waning of affection between them. "I missed you after last week," Adam said. Teen Titan came closer, his boots echoing with every step. Aside from the boots, Teen Titan was wearing red and black shorts and a tight short-sleeved t-shirt that was striped in green and yellow... "You're the one who ran off. Are you ok?" Teen Titan replied. ...And his mask of course. The hood covered his whole head, the mask hid most of his face; his eyes and the lower half of his cheeks were visible and the chinstrap highlighted his Adams apple. "I missed you," Adam repeated. "Running off... that wasn't about you. I just had some things to think about but it's not about you." "After you left, I got to thinking too," Teen Titan said. "Were you thinking about me?" Adam asked. Did Adam think the world revolved around him? "Yes." "What about me?" Adam probed. "I was thinking about you... about the person you told me you are on the outside... about whether that is the kind of person who I want to be with," Teen Titan explained. "Because I don't have to come in here... I was perfectly happy just being out there, on stage." "I want you to be in here with me," Adam told him; "But only if you want it too." "Adam..." Robin hated that he had to be so cautious with everything he said; in many ways the most honest conversation he and Adam had had was in the boys changing room earlier. Fear drove Teen Titan's caution: would Adam recognise his voice? Would Adam recognise his body? Would he slip up and say something that Teen Titan shouldn't know, some piece of information only someone who knew him on the outside should know? "I think we have a trust problem. We're both different person in here than we are outside. What do you really know about me? Maybe you'd feel different if you saw my face?" Teen Titan suggested. "I wouldn't," Adam said assuredly. "Maybe you won't like the fact that I have freckles?" Teen Titan said half-facetiously. "I like freckles." "I want you to trust me," Teen Titan said. "I think I do," Adam answered. Teen Titan shook his head - because Robin knew better. "What I'm trying to say is that I don't think you'd still have that trust if you knew more about me," Teen Titan confessed. "I've already had a conversation about trust today..." Adam said, recalling what he'd told Robin. "I think the easiest way for someone to trust you is to deserve it. You deserve it. I trust you." Teen Titan nodded slowly, still thinking. He was thinking that trust should be reciprocal, or at least it should be for anything meaningful to develop. "We can talk and talk but..." Teen Titan unclipped the chinstrap of his mask. Adam's eyes widened. "Actions..." Teen Titan said as he and moved his hands lift his mask; "Speak louder... than words." Teen Titan took off his mask... On that exciting cliff-hanger, there will be a short hiatus. 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