Saint Dominic's School for Boys, Part II

 

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Nolan's mind was still a bit unsure what to think of what had happened in the restroom as he and his new roommate; a short, somewhat chubby, bespectacled, and mousy boy named Theodore Anders, walked back in to their room. Just as he went to close his dorm room door, Nolan saw their theatre professor and class advisor unlock the door to the room across the hall from him. This, apparently, was the advisor's apartment and where Dr. Hart would be living for the year. For some reason, this made some butterflies take flight in Nolan's belly and made his young boyhood stir back to life, just as it was starting to relax.

Nolan closed the door and turned to his new roommate, blushing a bit as he remembered so clearly what the young boy's hard penis looked like a few moments prior.

"So...I guess this is our room, huh?" Nolan asked, a bit nervous and unsure how to approach this boy who was, in nearly every way, a stranger to him. "I'm Nolan, by the way...Nolan Hughes."

Like his Dad taught him, he put his hand out to shake hands. Thankfully, the young boy had been taught the same thing and extended his own hand.

"I'm Theodore Anders...but, call me Teddy. I hate Theodore," he said, grinning and blushing a little bit, his eyes focusing a bit on the fact that both boys still have obvious erections. Nolan, on the other hand, had momentarily forgotten that.

"Oh, sorry," Nolan said, releasing Teddy's hand and moving his own hands down to cover the tent is the very thin, cotton, charcoal-grey slacks that made up a part of his Saint Dominic's uniform. The slacks were comfortable, but left nothing to the imagination.

"No need to be sorry," Teddy said, smiling and pushing his own hips out a bit, "I'm the same way. Why would you hide it? Especially here."

With that, Teddy gestured around the room and out the window. Nolan couldn't tell if he meant their dorm room, or Saint Dominic's in general. At this point, neither was outside the realm of possibility.

"I...I don't know. I guess I'm just used to hiding it. Don't you get embarrassed when you get a boner in front of other people?" Nolan asked, slowly moving his hands away from his crotch a bit.

"I used to...at my old school. But, after the application and interview for here, I knew that I needed to not be so embarrassed. I was really embarrassed when I got a boner during my first interview, but not my second. I did great in that one! I'm sure yours was the same."

"Umm..." Nolan began, nervously. This was the first test to see how people would react to the fact that he was admitted based on his father's faculty position and didn't have to apply or be interviewed.

"The thing is...I actually wasn't interviewed," he said, quietly, his eyes looking down at the floor. Not even Teddy's slowly deflating tent could distract him.

"Wait," Teddy said, quickly, a light dawning in his eyes. "Nolan Hughes...Dr. Hughes, the new poetry and American lit professor...he's your dad, isn't he?"

"Yeah," Nolan said, nodding. "That's why I got in, because they really wanted to hire Dad. Dad's a genius about literature and poetry stuff, so they let me in to get him."

Nolan started to tear up a bit at that. He felt like such a fraud, especially in front of his very intelligent, and obviously very wealthy, new roommate. This was the kind of boy that Saint Dominic's was built for. He had to apply, go through a long interview (in which, apparently, he got a boner), and his parents were paying more than $100,000 a year to send him to school here. Nolan, on the other hand, was an average student who only got in because his dad is faculty.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Teddy asked, closing the distance between him, placing his hand on Nolan's shoulder as a couple of tears streamed down the nervous boy's face.

"I...I don't know..." Nolan said, quietly and staring down at the floor, afraid to meet Teddy's eyes. "I just don't belong here. You do. You're probably super smart, and your parents have money and can pay the tuition, and you were interviewed. I just don't belong here."

Teddy, much to Nolan's surprise, simply pulled him in to a hug. Their bodies pressed against each other hard as Teddy held him close and tried to comfort him. Their young crotches, Nolan also noticed, were rubbing up against each other and Nolan could feel the warmth and pressure of Teddy's boyhood bulge on his own.

"It's okay," Teddy said, leaning back slightly so that their chests were no longer touching, even as their bulges still were. "We all got in for different reasons. It doesn't matter to me why you're here. I'm just glad you are. You seem like a really nice guy. I'm glad I have you as a roommate."

That made Nolan smile and the tears stop. Teddy was right. They, both, could have ended up with horrible roommates. At least he was lucky enough to get someone like Teddy, who appeared caring and gentle...and who seemed to be completely unconcerned about the way boys' bodies their age react to the slightest provocation. To him, so it seemed to Nolan, erections should be celebrated, not hidden. Nolan had to admit to himself that this attitude was refreshing, and perhaps even a bit erotic.

"So," Teddy said, breaking apart and surveying the empty room, "how should we arrange things? We can rearrange our room any way we want to!"

Nolan looked the room over. The north-facing window large windows which gave them a great view of the courtyard between their building and Wood Hall. Beyond the courtyard, Nolan could even see through the windows of the older boys' dormitory and could make out a bit of movement from some tenth-grade boys in their dorm rooms. Though the distance made it hard to tell details, he could definitely see straight in to about half a dozen rooms in the building across from them.

The south wall held the door to the room near the corner, but was otherwise empty. This empty space ran to the eastern wall, which was equally as empty. The west wall held two large closets and a full-length mirror between them. The only furniture present in the room were two twin beds and two matching L-shaped desks. The rest was up to them.

"Well, I always liked having my bed under the window at home. But, if you want that for your bed, you can have that and I'll move my bed somewhere else," Nolan said, trying to give Teddy what he may want, especially after how gentle Teddy had been just a moment ago.

"I like that too," Teddy said, his brow creased in deep thought. "Well, how about this? We both move our beds under the window. We can push them together like a king-sized bed under the window. Then, we can put our desks over there against the wall next to the door."

Nolan liked the idea of them "sharing" a bed like that, but didn't want to see too eager. However, he quickly realized that the room being laid out the way it was, they wouldn't have a lot of room to get around the desks to get to the other side of the "big bed."

"We could push our beds together in the middle of the big open wall, then each of us put a desk in a corner next to our bed," Nolan suggested. This would allow them, he thought, a way to share some sleeping space yet still have both enough room to move and a personal area that was just theirs; that being the desk area on the other side of the bed.

"Yeah, I like that!" Teddy replied, jumping up and down a bit in his youthful excitement. "Let's do that!"

Together, they spent the next twenty minutes rearranging the furniture. The furniture was antique, solidly built, and very heavy. For an adult, or even an upperclassman, this may not have been so bad. But, for two 12-year-olds, it was hard work. Still, they got it done and both agreed that this was the best layout possible. Since Teddy had to, as he put it, "pee at least a couple times a night," he took the bed closer to the door. This left Nolan the bed closer to the window, which is the one he wanted in the first place.

Over the next hour and a half, they worked in relative silence. The each set up their laptops and cords on the desk, plugged in their cell phones and chargers, and made their beds. Teddy hung up a few posters of famous scientists and inventors, while Nolan hung up a poster of William Shakespeare and one each of his two favorite Broadway shows; Wicked and Mama Mia! It was clear at this point who "owned" each side of the room. Teddy was the scientist and Nolan was the artist.

Before they knew it, it was time for dinner. They tucked their uniform shirts back in, straightened the red and gray ties they wore, and put their Saint Dominic's blue blazers back on. They looked like the proper private-school boys they were. Together, they headed out of the room and gathered with the rest of their class in the building's foyer to be led back to dinner by Dr. Hart.

When their advisor arrived, they marched en masse back to Cooper Hall. The dining hall remained largely as it had been during this afternoon's convocation and welcome speech. But, instead of a dais with chairs and a podium for the professors, a large table had been added around which the professors could sit, eat, and talk. As well, against the two outer walls, two large buffet stations had been set up with a huge selection of food.

Nolan could smell enticing aromas as he surveyed the buffet station from his seat at the table. Though you could sit anywhere at your grade's table, it seemed the roommates had all sat next to each other and the table seemed to be occupied by 25 pairs of boys rather than 50 individual boys as it had been earlier.

Before they were allowed to eat, Dr. Solomon, as headmaster, led them in solemn recitation of the Saint Dominic's school pledge.

I pledge fidelity to Saint Dominic's,

To my brothers past, present, and future;

To the fraternity that binds us;

To the bond we share.

I will love and protect my brothers;

Keep their counsel,

Commit unto them,

And guard the trust that binds us all.

It was an old pledge, but one that was taken very seriously among the students, faculty, and numerous alumni around the globe. All students were required to commit the pledge to memory before arriving on campus, and Nolan was no exception. Though he didn't, yet, fully grasp the importance of the words, his father made it clear that pledges had meaning. It was something special, serious, and akin to a blood oath among the members of the Saint Dominic's brotherhood. Nolan vowed, upon first reading those words, to do all he could to make his dad and new brothers proud.

The pledge recited, the boys were finally allowed to eat. In turn, from youngest to oldest, the three tables of boys in Johnson Hall went to the buffet on one side of the room while the Wood Hall boys did the same on the other side.

Nolan filled his plate with mashed potatoes, fried chicken, and green beans. He even grabbed a smaller plate for a couple of homemade biscuits, still warm and soft from the oven. The food was amazing, and Nolan couldn't help but be happy that they would get to eat food this good, and this plentiful, every single day.

Finishing his plate of food, Nolan returned to the buffet and grabbed two freshly baked peanut butter cookies, his favorite. He smiled to himself as he wolfed down their deliciousness. He was feeling full and content when he felt a hand tap him on his shoulder.

"Hey, Dad!" he said, turning around and smiling.

"Hey, buddy," Dr. Braxton Hughes said as he smiled down at his young son. "Come, take a walk with me."

Together, the two Hughes men walked out of Cooper Hall and found a seat on a concrete bench just outside. The evening air was warm with a cool breeze coming off the nearby water. Since Saint Dominic's was in a seaside town, there was always a fresh breeze and scent of sea water which caressed the air and their skin. It was a peaceful feeling, and much better than the flat expanse of their previous home in Iowa.

"Okay, Nolan, I need to talk to you about something serious, okay?" Dr. Hughes said, resting his hand on his son's upper thigh. This was the gesture he always made when he wanted to convey both seriousness and a "you are not in trouble" feeling.

"What is it, Dad?" Nolan asked, his heart suddenly plummeting. He had just started to like being here, and he was worried that his father would say they had to leave.

"You remember the situation in Iowa, the one that necessitated us moving out here?" he asked, gently and without judgment in his voice.

Nolan teared up, instantly. He felt horrible about what had happened back in Iowa, and he had gotten in so much trouble. Though his father had never punished him for what had happened, the community did. Nearly all the teachers at his school had looked at him differently, the students had all turned their backs on him, and multiple people lost their jobs because of him.

"Yeah," Nolan said softly, a tear now making its way down his cheek.

"Well, if you remember, what happened caused a lot of people to get upset. It wasn't your fault, buddy. But, some people got in a lot of trouble for what happened..."

"I know, and I'm sorry, Daddy," Nolan said, tears now streaming freely down his face.

"Now, Nolan, I've never yelled at you, punished you, or blamed you for what happened; and, I'm not about to start now. I only bring it up to tell you a couple of things.

"What happened back in Iowa got people in trouble because there, at your old school, it wasn't allowed. But, here, it is allowed. That's part of the reason I applied here and brought you to this school. When my old boss...you remember Dr. Walker, right? Well, when Dr. Walker found out about what was happening, he took me in to his office and told me about Saint Dominic's. He went to school here, and so he thought this would be the perfect place for you...for us.

"Do you understand, buddy?" Dr. Hughes asked, finishing his explanation.

"I...I think so..." Nolan said, the tears slowing but not stopping. If what his dad said was true, and Nolan truly hoped it was, then here he could be the boy he wanted to be without fear.

"Well, good. But, not only is what happened back in Iowa allowed here, it's part of the education, the experience, here. It's encouraged for students, even for faculty. I think you'll find that there isn't a student here, or teacher here, who would judge you for what happened."

"Does that mean that I can do it again, here?"

"Yes, my baby boy, that's what it means. Here, you can do that and you won't get in trouble. In fact..."

Here, Dr. Hughes took a deep breath and steadied his nerves. This next part was going to be hard for him to say to his son, but as the newest member of the Saint Dominic's family, he had to be upfront and honest. He had to be a role model for the student body, especially his own son.

"...in fact, I will probably do that too. It's kind of expected for faculty to do that with students, as a part of the way to teach them and help them grow from men to boys. As the tenth-grade advisor, it will probably a lot of the boys in my care that I help that way. How does that make you feel, Nolan?"

Nolan couldn't quite figure out what he was feeling, or thinking, after that. Iowa had been such a wonderful place until the trouble started, and then it was four months of pure hell. He had cried himself to sleep every night for that time, and often even found himself waking up crying on many days. He had felt like his life was over and that the way he had felt and acted was, to quote his former guidance counselor, "sick, wrong, and utterly contemptable."

But, now, not only was his father saying that he could do what he liked here, but that he would be doing it too. This made Nolan happy, but a little confused, too. Had Dr. Hughes had the same feelings and desires Nolan did? Or, now that they were at Saint Dominic's, was his father simply doing what was expected of him out of a sense of fatherly obligation. Those questions, Nolan decided, were better answered later.

"So, I wouldn't be in trouble for...umm...doing those things, here, at this school?" Nolan asked tentatively.

"No, honey, you won't be in trouble at all," Dr. Hughes assured, leaning down to kiss his son. Instead, however, of the normal kiss on the cheek that Nolan was used to, Dr. Hughes gently cupped Nolan's cheek in his palm and pressed his mouth against the young boy's lips.

Nolan was a bit surprised by this move, but welcomed his father's kiss readily. His father's lips against his were soft, tender, and inviting. He wanted to keep kissing him, even as Dr. Hughes pulled his mouth away.

"Now, stand up so I can fix your shirt before we go back inside," the older man said, pulling his son to a standing position between his legs.

Reaching up gently, he unbuckled Nolan's belt and unbuttoned the boy's pants. He then tucked the white shirt back in carefully and slowly. When he made his way to the front, he reached his hand in to his son's pants and gently cupped and, for just a moment, massaged the erection the young boy obviously got from the kiss. He then rebuttoned the pants and buckled the belt.

"That's my good boy," Dr. Hughes said, kissing his son on the cheek. "Now, head back inside and spend some time with your friends. Dinner time ends at 6:00, and you're all going to spend the first night in your dorms getting to know your new roommate. Tomorrow we have some games for everyone to play to get to know the campus and faculty, and then we start class on Monday. So, run along, angel."

He patted his son on the rear and Nolan walked off erect, blushing, and confused.

Back in the dining hall, Nolan rejoined the rest of his classmates and joined in the conversation his roommate, Teddy, was having with Trever and Reed, the two boys whose room was next to their own. Together, the four boys made stupid jokes about butts and penises, feeling at once grownup (due to the subject matter of their jokes) and free (that there were no girls to tell them that jokes about private parts "were gross.") They were on an adolescent boy's cloud nine, even as Dr. Solomon rang a bell to indicate that dinner was over and that the boys were dismissed to return to their dormitories.

Dr. Hart, as he had for dinner, escorted them back to the first floor of Johnson Hall, at which point the boys scattered toward their room. Dr. Hart stopped at each room, one by one, to make sure the boys were present and accounted for. He also encouraged each set of boys to leave their doors open, at least for now, to allow other boys to come by and get to know them.

"Also," he said, as he finished his routine speech in Nolan and Teddy's room, "make sure that each of you shower before bed. Bed time is 10:00, and we will all be up at 6:00. Breakfast starts at 7:00, and tomorrow we are all expected to eat together."

Teddy and Nolan wasted no time getting comfortable in their room. Neither was used to the coat and tie that they had to wear every day as Saint Dominic's students, so soon those were peeled off. The shirts were unbuttoned, and both lost their shoes and socks.

"Hey, guys," a voice from their doorway called as Nolan and Teddy finished getting the uncomfortable parts of their uniforms off, "what you doing?"

"Hey, Trevor," Nolan smiled at the boy in the door. Trever's short, sandy-blonde hair was done in the "intentionally messy" style that so many boys liked, and his brown eyes sparkled behind a pair of tortoise-shell glasses.

"We're not doing anything special," Teddy chimed in. "You and Reed wanna come hang out with us?"

"Sure!" Trever said, disappearing back in to his room for a moment. Within moments, he and his roommate, a slightly-pudgy and adorable brunette boy with blue eyes, appeared back in Nolan and Teddy's room.

They took up spaces on the beds, Nolan and Reed sitting Indian-style on Nolan's bed while Teddy and Trever mirrored them on the other bed. Together, they talked about the day, about how cool the school grounds were, and how much the all loved the food at dinner.

For about twenty minutes, there wasn't a moment's silence in the room. Nolan began to really put aside his fears for the first time all day. He had made new friends, Teddy hadn't judged him for getting in due to his father's position, and his Dad had even told him that what had happened in Iowa was allowed to happen here. Hell, according to his father, such behavior was considered a normal part of being a boy and was, thus, fully acceptable behavior.

But, as all conversations tend to go among new friends, their potential pool of topics began to dry up. Soon, there were awkward pauses that made all four of them feel uncomfortable.

"I've got an idea," Trever piped up after the fifth awkward silence went on just a bit too long. "Let's play a game. My brothers used to play this all the time with me, and it's really fun. You get to know all sorts of things about the other people."

"Okay," Teddy prodded cautiously, "what game?"

"Truth or Dare!" Trever said, a mischievous smile on his young lips.

The three remaining boys all eyed each other nervously. Of course, they all knew the game. There wasn't a child, or adult, alive who didn't know the game. It was a staple of American culture, and Nolan knew quite well that this game almost always led to something sexual. In fact, in Nolan's opinion, the only reason to play the game was to do sexual things without overtly saying that is what you wanted to do. This, really, was alright by him.

"Sure, let's play," Nolan said, his new friends giving him a sense of courage and bravado he hadn't felt since he was back home in Iowa.

"Cool!" Trever beamed. "But, there are two rules, okay? First rule, if you are given a `Truth' you have to answer it, no matter how secret or embarrassing it is. Second, if you are given a `Dare,' there's no backing out. No matter what it is, you have to do it or you're just a major pussy!"

Being called a "pussy," let alone a "major pussy," was a social death sentence in the seventh grade, and none of the four boys on the beds wanted to risk that sort of stigma on his first day at Saint Dominic's.

"Alright, I'll go first," Trever said, his eyes narrowing as he looked over each of the boys present. "Teddy! Truth or dare?"

Teddy squeaked slightly, not expecting to be picked first.

"Truth...I guess..." he said, nervously.

"Okay, we'll start tame, where are you from?"

"Oh! That's an easy one!" Teddy proclaimed, a bit of relief in his voice. "I'm from Seattle!"

"OH MY GOD!" Reed suddenly declared. "It just hit me. Anders! Seattle! Your dad is Byron Anders, isn't he?! Your dad is the Oakleaf Technologies guy, right?! FUCK! That is so cool!"

"Shit," Nolan muttered under his breath. If that was true, then Nolan really was rooming with someone different than him. Byron Anders was young, about 35, and easily one of the top five richest people in the United States, and probably top ten in the world. Mr. Anders had, at the age of 24, quit a prominent job in Silicon Valley to start his own technology company. By 30, he had revolutionized the world of internet security. There wasn't a person in the U.S. who didn't use a browser or email client that wasn't running Oakleaf security software. Single-handedly, Byron Anders had put millions of hackers and virus makers out of business.

Teddy was less impressed with his father than the rest of us, but still blushed and smiled at the recognition.

"Yeah, that's my dad," he said, staring down at the bed to avoid the eyes of his fellow students and new friends.

After a few more moments of "that's so fucking cool" and "holy shit," Trever prodded Teddy to continue the game. As the recipient of the first "truth or dare," Teddy was now able to ask another boy.

For the next fifteen minutes, the game proceeded at a relatively tame pace. The boys usually chose "truth" and revealed some basic things about themselves. Teddy was from Seattle, Nolan from rural Iowa, Trever from New York City, and Reed from Chicago. All the boys were circumcised, except Teddy. All of them had siblings, except Nolan. Of those with siblings, Trever and Teddy had only brothers, while Reed had an older brother and a younger sister. Nolan and Teddy were being raised by single fathers, while Reed and Trever had both mom and dad at home. All of them liked to sleep in underwear, except Teddy, who could only sleep fully nude. This prompted some discussion about the merits of nude sleeping, and some agreement that perhaps they should all try it tonight.

Things only started getting dirty when, on a truth, Teddy had to admit that his "darkest secret" was that he, his father, and his two brothers were nudists at home and rarely wore clothes. This revelation caused all four of the boys to discreetly, or as discreetly as they could, adjust their dicks to make some room for the erections that were sprouting all around. This also meant it was Teddy's turn to challenge another boy.

"Okay, Reed," he said nervously, "truth or dare?"

Reed thought for a moment, then, with nervous giggle, shouted "Dare!"

"Hmm..." Teddy thought for moment, "...the next person who comes to our door, you have to ask him if you can kiss his penis!"

That caused uproarious laughter from Nolan, Teddy, and Trever. It also cemented that Teddy was a little pervert, and Nolan felt his own cock stir even more upon that realization. Reed, on the other hand, just blanched. His already pale skin took on a distinctive milky quality when he heard what he was supposed to do.

"Oh, come on, Teddy," he whined, "do I have to?"

"Yep!" Trever said, showing Nolan that he was the more outgoing and forceful of their little foursome, "that's the rules! You have to do it or everyone will know you're a giant pussy!"

Reed blushed but nodded his head, consenting to do what he was told.

"Okay, fine, but it's my turn now! Nolan, truth or dare?"

"Truth," Nolan said, a bit nervous as to what he would be asked now that the game had taken a more adult turn.

"Oh...damn...I thought you were gonna say `dare.' I have a really good one."

"Wait! I got something you can ask him," Trever said, leaning forward on his knees to whisper in Reed's ear.

"Oh, shit, that's good!" Reed said, his eyes wide. "Okay, so I guess Trever overheard your dad...and we all realized he was your dad when he took you outside during dinner and since you have the same last name...anyway, Trever overheard your dad talking to Dr. Solomon during dinner. Your dad said something about `trouble back in Iowa.' What was the trouble in Iowa?"

Nolan's heart hit the floor. He didn't want to talk about it. But, then his dad's words echoed through his mind. His father had told him that he wouldn't be in trouble here for the same things that had caused so much trouble in Iowa. Saint Dominic's was a special school, a place where sexuality was openly embraced and accepted. Dr. Hughes had even told Nolan that he would be "helping" some of the tenth-grade students with their understanding of their bodies and sexuality. So, perhaps, the boys here wouldn't judge him.

"Well..." Nolan began, a tear in his eye and his stomach in knots, "...people found out that I was...doing things...with my English teacher, Mr. Sawyer, and my P.E. teacher, Mr. Nye."

The room was quiet for a few moments, and Nolan didn't dare look up and meet the boys' gaze.

"Like...what kind of things?" Reed asked quietly.

Nolan took a deep breath and steadied his nerve. It was too late to turn back now. He had to get it all out, and let the chips fall where they may.

"Well...one day, I started doing things with Mr. Nye, like playing with his penis and sucking it, and he'd suck mine. And then, one day, Mr. Sawyer came in the locker room after school, looking for Mr. Nye, and he caught us. And so he wouldn't turn us in, Mr. Nye and I started doing things with Mr. Sawyer too. We'd all touch each other and suck each other's dicks."

"Holy shit!" Trever said, nearly breathless. Nolan expected the worst, until Trever added "that is fucking cool! Dude, you're the man!"

"Damn, man, that's awesome. I wish someone would play with my dick," Reed added, reaching down and shaking his boyhood through the fabric of his dress slacks.

This caused Teddy to giggle and do the same thing, grabbing his own boyish package and shouting "hell yeah, me too!"

Nolan was taken aback by how well the boys were responding to the revelation he had just made. He expected some dirty looks, some judgmental stares, and maybe even some insults about being "queer" or a "faggot," as he had gotten in Iowa. But, instead, they seemed envois of what Nolan had done, which they hadn't.

"So, how did you get caught?" Trever asked, his eyes wide and locked on Nolan's face.

"One day, after school, we were in Mr. Sawyer's classroom, and I was playing with his dick while he kissed my chest, and Mr. Nye was standing against the wall watching, playing with his own dick, and our assistant principal walked in. They forgot to lock the door, and Mrs. Oswald walked in and caught us."

"Damn, the blows," Reed said, sounding crestfallen, as if he had been the one caught and not Nolan. "Girls ruin everything!"

"No shit!" Trever said, high-fiving Reed for his pro-masculinity statement. "I'm so happy to be here, with only boys! Boys only! No girls to ruin our fun!"

Nolan was elated that the boys seemed to be so accepting, and even envious, of his experiences. The trouble that had happened Iowa, which included Mr. Sawyer and Mr. Nye losing their jobs at the rather conservative school, had haunted him. Sure, his two teachers and former lovers had found new jobs out of state. But, the pain and humiliation of it all had haunted Nolan until today.

"Okay, Trever," Nolan said, changing the subject and returning to the game, "truth or dare?"

"Dare!" the boy shouted with a defiant smile.

"I dare you to take your pants and underwear off, and spend the rest of the game with your dick out!"

Again, hilarious laughter from the boys indicated that this was the perfect dare for the rebellious boy.

Trever, of course, wasted no time accepting his dare. He jumped up on to his feet, standing on Teddy's bed. Quickly, and without hesitation, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled the zipper down and, in one swift move, dropped his pants and underwear to his ankles. Since he had been wearing tight briefs, Nolan hadn't noticed until right at that moment that Trever's boyhood cock was standing at full attention and throbbing in young sexual excitement.

"Take a good look, boys! Take it all in!" he proclaimed triumphantly, shaking his hips and making his hard, cut, cock bounce back and forth. It slapped each hip with an audible sound, and his balls jiggled as he did so.

Nolan stared, openly. Trever was a bit further along in development than he or Teddy were. His cock was about five inches, fully hard, and looked rather thick for his age. It was perfectly straight and sat atop some full, round, balls. He also had a light dusting of light brown pubic hair sprouting around the base of his shaft and working up to a beautiful "happy trail" which led to his belly button. It was, in Nolan's mind, a beautiful example of boyhood masculinity.

As Trever stood there, his hard cock bouncing back and forth from hip to hip, a voice echoed in to the room from the doorway.

"You boys having a good time?" Dr. Hart asked, barely containing his amusement at the sight in front of him.

"Yep, we are!" Trever said, not bothering to cover his exposed package. "Dr. Hart, Reed has something to ask you!"

Reed's eyes went wide as he remembered his dare.

"Umm...Dr. Hart," the nervous boy began as his face flushed, "can I kiss your penis?"