Date: Fri, 9 Apr 2021 21:31:54 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Half-Term at Kingswood - Chapter 3

Author's Note: This story forms part of the Kingswood Saga. While it can be
read (and hopefully enjoyed) on its own, to get the full context of
everything, please see the main series, 'Tales from Kingswood' which can be
found here http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/
This series takes place between chapters 13 and 14.

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Half-Term at Kingswood
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Day 3
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Monday 21 October 2019

Casey had managed to sneak out of the bedroom without disturbing the
others, or at least without disturbing them to the point that they actually
got up. Kyle had stirred a little and smiled over at him before nestling
back down into bed with Chris at his side, while Eric, Benji and Dusty
still sounded dead to the world. Bran's bunk had been conspicuously vacant,
though the sixteen-year-old had a strong suspicion where he may have been.

Heading downstairs to the ground floor he deliberated what to do. He
considered hitting the gym, though that was normally an evening activity
for him, but the Sports Complex was kept locked up when not in use during
half-term. Instead, he wandered towards the Dining Room they had been using
for meal times in place of the usual expansive Dining Hall.

The small room was empty, but he could hear movement beyond the door on the
opposite side which led into the school's kitchens. Normally it was
off-limits to students, but as many of the rules were more lax during
half-term, he figured he'd stretch this one too and pushed the door open
gingerly.

"Morning!" Casey called out as he saw Gabe pottering around across the
room.

"Jesus!" Gabe yelped, surprised by the sudden voice as he turned to see who
it was. "Fuckin' hell, Case, you scared the crap outta me!"

"Sorry," Casey replied, grinning in a way that made it clear he really
wasn't.

Gabe shook his head but glanced at the clock. "Wow, you guys are up
early. I'd best get onto breakfast!"

"Oh, no, it's okay, it's just me. Everyone else is still asleep!" Casey
explained. He grinned as he thought back to the previous morning. "I woke
'em all up yesterday. If I did it again today I've got a feeling they may
have hurt me!"

"Oh yeah, you always were an early-riser!" Gabe said with a smile. Back
when he had been at the school, his protege Paul, who had been Casey's
mentor, had always liked to meet before school started. Once Casey joined
the school, he soon got into the habit too.

"So can I get you anything?" Gabe asked, wondering why the student was
there.

Casey shook his head. "Nah, you were the only other person up at this
time. Plus I thought it'd be cool for us to catch up a bit. It's been a
while!"

"Over four years!" Gabe said, nodding. He headed for the dining room,
leading Casey back out.

"Wow, doesn't feel that long, but yeah, I s'pose it is," Casey agreed as
they took seats at the corner of the large dining table, facing each
other. "I mean, it's been over a year since Paul left!"

"He really misses you, ya know!" Gabe explained. "How you finding it
without him?"

"It's so weird," Casey said, shaking his head. "You spend four years here
with your mentor who's, like, always nearby and always ready help or listen
or whatever and then one day... they're just gone!"

Gabe gave a sympathetic smile. "Yeah, I remember that well. Year 11 was
tough for me, I think it is for everyone, but you're a big brave Year 12
now, right?"

Casey nodded and smiled. "Yeah, big change. I thought GCSEs were tough, but
A-Levels are... pretty demanding. But at least we get to move up to third
floor and away from all that teenage angst and drama. It's exhausting!"

Gabe sniggered. "Oh that shit doesn't go away, you just get better at
handling it. Believe me, the drama that went down during my years on the
third floor was ridiculous!"

Casey chuckled along with him, then asked, "So what brings you back to
Kingswood? You got into Cambridge, shouldn't you be a doctor or something
by now?"

"I am!" Gabe said proudly. "I did all that. I went to Uni, I studied hard,
I partied harder, I graduated and then I realised... I hate all that
shit. Seriously, I hated medicine, I hated my whole damn life. The only
thing I actually cared about was my art!"

"You still paint?" Casey asked. He still had a portrait of himself and Paul
that Gabe had painted for them before leaving the school.

"Yeah, and sculpt now too!" Gabe added.

"And so you came to the art capital of the UK.... Kingswood?" Casey said
sarcastically, earning himself a gentle kick to the shin.

"Honestly, I thought about coming back here just because it was the last
place I was actually happy," Gabe explained, "But when I started looking
into it... this stuff pays seriously well!"

"Really?" Casey asked, surprised. While he, along with the whole student
body, were taught to respect and appreciate the on-site staff, he had never
really given any thought beyond that.

Gabe nodded emphatically. "Amazing pay, but accommodation, food, expenses
etc are all covered too once you can get a space in the staff building, so
every penny I make goes to paying off student debts, while saving up for
the future! The way I worked it out, I work here for a few years and I'll
have enough to live on for... decades, probably. Stay a bit longer and I
can probably afford to never work again. Can you imagine that? I'd be free
to just paint and create all day, as long as I want. I mean, I can do
plenty of that here between shifts anyway, the hours are great outside of
half-term, but still... that much freedom. It's the fucking dream!"

"So you're gonna be here for a while!" Casey said, happy at the thought of
his old friend sticking around.

"Yeah," Gabe said, nodding as his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "And I know
that look. I know what you're thinking!"

"What look?" Casey demanded innocently.

"That look!" Gabe said, pointing at his face. "The look you used to give
Paul whenever you started feeling... rambunctious. You'd give him that
look, then you two would disappear off somewhere to fuck!"

Casey looked scandalised, his jaw agape. "How rude! We did NOT go off to
fuck!" he insisted furiously, then let a grin spread across his face. "We
mostly sucked!"

Gabe laughed and shook his head. "You really haven't changed!" he said
cheerfully, "Except for all this!" he added, gesturing to Casey's
body. "Big change there. Good job growing up!"

Casey paused for a moment as he allowed the man to look him up and
down. "Oh, now who's got 'that look'?" he teased.

"Still you!" Gabe replied, then looked down at himself and said cockily,
"Not that I blame you!"

"I like... this, by the way," Casey said, leaning forward to gently stroke
the young man's facial hair. "It really suits you!"

"Thanks, I grew it just for you!" Gabe said with a slight nod.

"Seriously?" Casey asked, grinning as he pulled his hand back.

"No, of course not, you tit!" Gabe said, sniggering as Casey scowled back
at him. "Shoulda known you'd like it though. I remember the first time you
saw me shirtless, you were a bit obsessed with my chest hair!"

Casey blushed. "I wasn't... obsessed!" he said, wanting to refute the
allegation completely but knowing there was a large amount of truth to it.

"Oh really? So you didn't tell Paul that seeing it made you want to jerk
off?" Gabe asked, raising his eyebrows and smirking a little.

"What! He's not supposed to tell anyone else the things I shared with him!"
Casey said, looking mortified that Paul had broken the pact of
confidentiality all students had with their mentors.

"He didn't," Gabe said, smiling broadly, "But you just did! Nice to know
I've got another funny story to tell all your little friends at breakfast!"

"Oh my God, you're such a dick!" Casey said angrily, though it was mostly
for show.

"I know, and you've got me alllllll week!" Gabe said with a chuckle as he
stood. He reached out and ran his finger along the arm of Casey's glasses,
very briefly making contact with his ear as he said, "These look good on
you too, ya know!"

"Ugh, I hate them!" Casey said, blushing a little at the compliment as he
shook his head.

"Well I don't. But for now, duty calls!" Gabe answered. He started to walk
away and squeezed Casey's shoulder as he passed. "See you at breakfast, lil
Pencil-Case."

Casey seethed at the use of the old nickname. What bothered him though
wasn't the inaccuracy of it, it was how it made him look at Gabe as he
walked away into the kitchen. It was like the last five years hadn't
happened. Just hearing the name made him feel like the smitten, tongue-tied
Year 7 boy he had been when he first developed his crush on the older
student. It didn't matter that he was virtually an adult himself now. It
didn't matter that Gabe was no longer a student and, effectively,
off-limits, it just felt every bit as strong as it had back then.

*****

As Owen began to wake, he felt Bran in his arms, the two gripping tightly
onto each other even as they slept. He kept his eyes closed and just
enjoyed the feel of the boy's rhythmic breath on his chest, the hand
grasping firm to his hip, the slender leg hooked over his own. As long as
he kept his eyes closed, it wasn't over. As long as he kept his eyes
closed, he still had the teen, their singular night of passion being clawed
desperately back from its inevitable conclusion.

Even as he lay there fighting the end, in his heart he had accepted
it. Once he was awake, he would send Bran back to the dorm, hoping it was
early enough that the others would not be awake to see his return. The
acceptance was necessary and a definite good first step, but that still
didn't make it any easier. As much as he had resisted the encounter,
violently to begin with, it had been an experience he would never forget.

Opening his eyes, he tilted his head back so he could look down at the
sleeping teen sprawled across him. The expression on his slumbering face
was one of pure angelic contentment. Even knowing the cheeky and
mischievous look that would replace it when he awoke, he found himself
mesmerised by the sweet innocence... although innocence may not have been
the best word after what they had done a mere eight hours earlier. How
could he ask the boy to leave when all he really wanted to do was hold
tightly onto him and never let go?

As he watched for a few more minutes, Bran's eyes eventually opened, just a
sliver at first, but as he began to stir he blinked a little, then opened
them fully, seemingly remembering where he was. He looked up to see the man
staring back, their eyes meeting in a moment of silent connection.

A grin spread across Bran's face as he let out a sweet, contented sigh and
whispered, "Hi!"

"Hey," Owen replied softly, letting the hand on Bran's back rise up to
casually caress his hair.

"I was scared I dreamt this!" Bran said, closing his eyes for a moment as
he nuzzled his cheek against Owen's chest.

"Afraid not!" Owen replied with a playful chuckle.

Bran let out another sigh, this one a little mournful as his brow
furrowed. "I s'pose it's time for me to leave, right?" he asked.

It felt like an icy blade had been plunged into the teacher's stomach. The
boy was right, and had actually just saved him from saying it himself, but
somehow it still hurt. At least Bran was thinking along the right lines
though. He had been prepared for a fight to make it happen, as fierce as
the fight the night before to make it begin. "Yeah... yeah you should," he
eventually agreed.

Bran raised his head and looked at the clock then gave a wry
grin. "Although it's still pretty early." His hand slid from the man's hip
onto his toned stomach, getting a low, reluctant moan in response. "I could
always... help you out before I go..." Bran offered, then slid his hand a
little lower until it barely made contact with the man's cock. "With this!"
he concluded.

'No, last night is over. You need to leave and this will never happen
again!' is what Owen thought. "Well, if you insist!" is what he actually
said.

"Oh I do!" Bran said with a nod, then slid his hand the rest of the way and
let his fingers wrap around the teacher's lingering morning wood.

Was it morning wood, or was it Bran-induced? Owen found himself questioning
his erection, but the thoughts were gone as quickly as they arrived as Bran
started eagerly stroking. This was not the same slow passion of the night
before, this was a boy, doing to a cock the thing he knew best – making
it cum!

Bran shifted himself up a bit, then draped his arm across the pillow just
above Owen's head. The man quickly shuffled against him and he lowered the
arm, holding him.

It was a strange feeling for Owen, being held by the boy. He was the adult,
the one in charge, the bigger of the two. Surely the positions should be
switched. Once again the questions came and went as he simply allowed
himself to relax and enjoy what was happening.

"Ugh, I'm close," Owen said breathily as the boy's nimble digits continued
weaving their magic.

Bran threw back the covers, partly to enjoy the sight of the imminent
orgasm, but also to get another look at the naked subject of his
fantasies. While the room was not fully illuminated, the door was open and
the windows from the living area were shedding enough light to let him see
every muscle, every naked inch of Owen.

With a delighted groan that would fuel literally years of wank fantasies,
the man's cock erupted in Bran's hand. It was every bit as powerful as the
night before. The first few shots hit the teacher right in his own face
before leaving long white streaks up his chest and stomach.

"Fuck!" Bran muttered at the sight of it, then threw the covers the rest of
the way off the bed, revealing his own bare body and straddled the
teacher. "My turn!" he said as he grabbed his own cock and started
stroking.

Owen lay there, looking the boy up and down, letting his hands reach out to
caress the teen's milky-white thighs, watching him stroke furiously.

"Oh fuck!" Bran gasped, his chest heaving as he felt his orgasm build to
the point of no return. He stopped stroking and just held his dick while it
spurted its eager load, landing in almost exactly the same spots as Owen's
had moments before. Still catching his breath, Bran grinned at the man's
cum-speckled face. "You look so freakin' hot!" he said before jumping off
the bed. "Catch ya later, Mr B!" he called as he dashed out.

Owen had watched the boy leave, partly pleased that he was willing to
depart so easily, especially given his persistence at the start of their
encounter, but mostly he just felt sad to see him go. Not even a goodbye or
a final kiss.

*****

The morning had been unpleasantly productive for the boys. After breakfast,
they had gathered together in the Common Room to work on their homework
assignments they had been given for half-term. It was unusual to have
homework, the school's curriculum being tailored to fit work into the
regular hours of the school day. It was only really large projects and
extra study for tests and quizzes the boys usually had to do in their own
time, as well as a few small assignments during half-term breaks.

Despite the fact it was work, it had actually been enjoyable for most of
them, with the older boys helping out the younger ones. Chris and Kyle,
being in the same year, had identical work to do and the same went for Eric
and Benji, though the two Year 10 students were much less collaborative
than the younger two.

With Gabe out for the day running errands, lunch had been pre-prepared and
the boys had decided to take it outside to eat. Although the inevitable
progress of Autumn was making the temperature begin to drop, it was a
beautiful clear day. On top of that, the school's gardens as well as the
woodland that surrounded the perimeter was in its full autumnal glory,
making the already stunning area look almost magical. The boys had gone
beyond the ornamental garden and followed the well-worn path to the edge of
the school's lake, where they had settled on its bank to enjoy their meal.

Although Owen had been eagerly invited by the younger boys to join them,
the teacher had stated he had other work to do. In reality, as much as he
liked the boys and they liked him, unsupervised time was good for them. He
trusted them to behave, even so far from the main school building.

While the boys were quiet while they eagerly gobbled down the food,
conversation began to get more lively as they began to finish. Chris, Kyle
and Eric had begun talking about their day-trip to the cinema planned for
the following day, with Chris filling Kyle in on the other facilities
available, having visited it a couple of weeks ago for his birthday. Dusty,
Casey and Benji had gotten into heated discussion about which was better,
Marvel vs DC. When Casey tried suggesting that it was possible to enjoy
both and that picking one over the other was unnecessary, he had basically
been shut out of the conversation.

Shunned by the two younger boys, Casey spotted Bran, laying on the grassy
slope with his hands behind his head, staring up into the sky. He wandered
over and plonked himself down beside him.

"You've been quiet this morning!" Casey observed, mimicking Bran's position
and looking up at the single wispy cloud in the otherwise-clear
sky. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, fine," Bran said casually, tilting his head to the side momentarily
before moving back.

"Are you sure?" Casey asked coyly. "It's weird enough when you're quiet,
but being like this right after... where you spent the night..."

Bran's head shot to the side again, staring at Casey wide-eyed. "I... don't
know what you... what you mean!" he stuttered awkwardly.

Casey sniggered. "Relax, nobody else knows, I just kinda guessed. I'm not
saying anything to anyone. Just worried about you, that's all!"

Bran huffed, frustrated to have been caught out so effortlessly. He could
still deny it. If it was just a guess, he could simply say it was wrong,
but part of him really wanted to talk about what had happened.

"So how long you two been..." Casey started, then glanced over to the
younger boys. Even though they were all still occupied, he lowered his
voice a little and finished, "Ya know! Wink wink!"

Bran smirked at the phrasing and shook his head. "Just this once!" he said,
frowning a little.

"Oh, so it's just beginning. Exciting!" Casey said happily.

Bran shook his head again. "Beginning AND ending. It was a... a one-off!"

"Oh, okay," Casey said with a hint of a shrug as he rolled onto his side
facing Bran, his head propped up on one hand. "Probably for the
best. They're pretty open about stuff here, but even Kingswood has rules
about students and staff!"

"Yeah, I s'pose. Did you ever do it... ya know... with any of of the
adults?" Bran asked. He always heard rumours of the things other students
got up to, everybody did, but they were always just gossip. A 'friend of a
friend', or a 'boy from another class', never anything concrete.

Casey glanced round again to ensure they were still talking privately, then
grinned and said, "Sort of. It wasn't a teacher, it was a maintenance guy
and I didn't do anything myself, I was only in Year 7, but I got to watch
two other students doing him. Damn that was hot!"

"Fuck, seriously? Who?" Bran asked, copying Casey's position but in reverse
so they were facing each other.

"Can't say," Casey said, enjoying teasing his secret. "But they're not
students here any more anyway!"

"Fair," Bran said with a nod, then frowned for a moment as he realised the
emphasis Casey had put on the word 'students'. His eyes widened momentarily
as he said, "No way. Gabe!"

"Yeah!" Casey said excitedly. "Him and my mentor, Paul. Spit-roasted the
maintenance guy like a pig!"

"And they let you watch?" Bran asked, squirming a little as the thought of
the whole thing began to turn him on.

"Fuck no. They kicked me out as soon as things started happening!" Casey
explained. "But I wasn't gonna let that stop me! You can't tell him, by the
way. He still doesn't even know I saw!"

Bran nodded. "You keep my secret, I'll keep yours!"

"Great, let's shake on it!" Casey said, suddenly reaching out to grab
Bran's cock.

"Piss off!" Bran yelled, laughing as he rolled away.

Casey lunged after the younger teen, the two beginning to wrestle, which
immediately caught the attention of the others.

While Dusty and Benji quickly got up to approach the wrestling teens, with
Dusty seemingly looking to intervene and keep the peace while Benji looked
ready to pile in on top of them, the other three just laughed and stayed
where they were.

Chris was sat at Kyle's side, leaning on him a little, his head resting on
his friend's shoulder. He let out a gentle sigh as he stared out across the
lake. The surface was a vast pool of colours, reflecting the blue of the
sky intermingled with the autumnal colours of the trees around its edge.

"I like this lake!" Chris said contentedly.

"First time I've been over here!" Kyle replied, but tilted his head to the
side a little to nudge Chris'.

"I've been a couple of times," Chris explained. "We came exploring when we
first started here and then I came here a couple of weeks ago with Danny."

Eric's eyes narrowed as he saw the energy between them change instantly,
though he had no clue why. "You should see it down here in the Summer!" he
commented. "You can barely move during the day and at night it's basically
hook-up city!" The other two remained silent, making Eric even more
suspicious. Unsure how to break the sudden silence, he glanced down at the
remnants of his lunch box, then picked it up and held it out. "Anyone want
my last biscuit? I'm full!"

The other two pulled apart slightly and glanced at each other for a moment,
then both shrugged. Eric copied the gesture and placed the box back down.

"Ya know..." Kyle said with a grin. "We could always play soggy biscuit!"

"What's that?" Chris asked, frowning.

"I haven't played that for years!" Eric said with a chuckle, thinking back
to the beginning of his second year at the school. He looked to Chris and
said, "You'll love it!" He quickly jumped to his feet and ran over to the
others.

"So we all jerk off," Kyle explained quietly to the boy beside him, "And
try to cum on the biscuit, and whoever cums last has to eat it!"

"Oh my God! That's...." Chris exclaimed, looking horrified for a moment
before grinning and finishing, "So freakin' hot! Have you played it
before?"

Kyle shook his head. "Nah, just heard about it on the internet!"

Chris suddenly looked concerned. He glanced round at the others, the
wrestling grinding to a halt as Eric blurted out Kyle's idea. "Aren't you
worried that you might... ya know... have issues again with everyone
watching?"

The smile dropped from Kyle's face, replaced by a nervous grimace. "I
wasn't... but now I am!"

"I'm sorry," Chris immediately apologised, his attempt to help turning into
accidental sabotage.

"Dammit, what... whadda I do?" Kyle asked. "This was my idea. What if
I... like, can't even get it up?"

"You'll be fine!" Chris tried to comfort him.

"But... b... but what if I'm not? What if I'm not fine? What if I'm
just... just sat there tugging on a softy with everyone watching and
knowing I can't... that I'm... like, they'll know." Kyle rambled
frantically. "And you know this place. Once they know, everyone'll
know. Then I'll just spend seven years here being the kid who can't cum!
Dammit!"

"Hey, come here," Chris said, pulling him into a quick hug. "Just... try to
relax. You're in your own head way too much. It's a fun idea, try to relax
and enjoy it!"

"I can't. Please, Chris, do something!" Kyle pleaded, almost in tears.

Chris looked round again and whatever Eric had said to the others seemed to
have got them on board as the group was now approaching where they
sat. "Okay, I've got a plan, but you might not like it..." Chris offered
the nervous-looking boy, then with a mischievous glint in his eye added,
"Or maybe you will!

"Feeling a hit horny, are we?" Casey asked with a snigger as they all
approached the two youngest boys.

Kyle blushed a little, unsure of what Chris was planning, but replied, "No,
just... there was a biscuit and... I guess my mind just went there!"

"Well... I guess... let's do it!" Casey said, actually sounding a little
nervous himself.

Chris reached out to grab Eric's lunchbox and retrieved the inspirational
biscuit, then looked to Kyle for a moment and said, "I had a fun
thought. As this was Kyle's idea.... on your back, mate!" he said
playfully, the others watching on curiously.

Kyle stared back in shock for a second, guessing what Chris intended. He
nodded and lay on his back as Chris reached out and placed the chocolate
digestive on his forehead, chocolate-side up.

"Fuck me!" Bran chuckled, as he saw what Chris was suggesting. "Well,
always nice to have a bigger target!"

"Oh my God," Kyle muttered, feeling both saved and doomed at the same
time. As the other five dropped to their knees around him, he glanced at
Chris and whispered, "I hate you so much right now!" The way he squeezed
his friend's leg and let out a faint smile made it clear that, despite the
imminent embarrassment, the gesture was appreciated for saving him from
something worse.

Most of the boys looked a little unsure about getting started. They had all
seen each other naked, and cumming, but jerking off in the safety of their
dorm was quite different from whipping it out in the great outdoors. The
fact they were pleasuring themselves even added a hint more
trepidation. Their dares on Saturday night had involved them playing with
each other, but the solo act felt a little more personally intimate.

Chris was the only one who seemed entirely unbothered by the circumstances
and just welcomed the chance to play with himself. His cock was out and
hard in no time. It was seeing the eager boy masturbating that finally
spurred the others on, not only relieved of the pressure of being first to
expose themselves, but also realising Chris' head-start increased their own
chances of ending up the biscuit eater!

Within a minute, all six boys were kneeling around Kyle, cocks pulled
out. While the day was probably too cold for full nudity, a few of them
removed their coats, if only to improve mobility. Chris, always at the
forefront of exposure, was the only one who went further and removed his
shirt. His chest seemed to gleam in the bright sunlight, a smooth, flawless
canvas of pale Irish skin, his nipples bullet-hard within moments of being
exposed to the cool air.

Chris stroked away at his cock eagerly, trying not to grin as he felt the
eyes of most of the others on him. His own eyes were fixed firmly on
Casey. Although he had seen the eldest of the group naked, as well as
jerking him off in bed on Saturday night, he had not actually had the
chance to see the sixteen-year-old's meaty tool in action.

While Casey's fingers came closer to meeting than Chris' had as they
gripped round the girthy shaft, there was still a small gap due to the
impressive thickness. Eric and Benji, who had ended up next to each other,
kept watching each other, the physical attraction between the two obviously
not soured as much as the emotional one.

Bran's hand pumped away at his cock, but it seemed to lack the urgency and
excitement the others were demonstrating. His mind was on Owen. Just a few
hours earlier, he had been in the same position, kneeling and jerking off,
but with the naked teacher below him rather than the scrawny kid who now
lay there with a biscuit on his face. He let out a gentle moan, that most
of the others seemingly took as a sound of pleasure, only Casey picking up
on the real cause.

As Chris reached up with his free hand to tease a pert nipple, he let out a
little grunt of, "Ah yeah!" then quickly shuffled forward. Giving Kyle a
cheeky grin, he aimed his cock towards his friend's face and, with a few
final strokes, shot his load. While some of it made it onto the biscuit,
the rest ended up spread across the prone boy's face, quite obviously
intentionally.

Kyle, who now had one eye closed as a small glob of Chris' load had pooled
in the corner of it, glared at the post-orgasmic boy with a look that would
have made most men wither. Chris just giggled and backed away.

Seeing the boy paint Kyle's face triggered a chain reaction in the rest of
the group. Less than thirty seconds later, Eric moved forward. While his
aim was good and much of the load piled up on the biscuit, inevitably some
of it ended up with Chris' spunk on the younger boy's face. A few seconds
later, Bran had done the same, though his first spurt had overshot the mark
drastically before he curtailed the flow, the heavy shot skimming off of
Kyle's jaw and landing messily on his coat.

Dusty shot his meagre load a few seconds after, leaving just Benji and
Casey still jerking, their eyes fixing on each other as they realised it
was a race to the finish line.

"Oh my God, Mr Beecham!" Benji declared, looking up the grassy slope.

Everyone's eyes suddenly turned, including Casey who let go of his cock and
tried to cover up. By the time they all realised it was a trick, Benji had
positioned himself over Kyle and shot his load, saving himself from defeat,
but managing to close Kyle's other eye as he did it.

"Oh you little fucker!" Casey growled angrily as he realised he had been
tricked. He grabbed his cock, feeling a little self-conscious about being
the only one masturbating, but enjoying the hungry stares from the younger
boys at his impressive tool.

"Don't worry, bud. We're nearly there!" Chris reassured his friend who was
now laying there, eyes tightly closed thanks to the five poorly-aimed
loads.

"Unnnnh!" Casey eventually grunted as he moved in. He felt bad adding to
the spunk on the Year 7's face, but he figured the more he got on the
biscuit, the more he would have to eat so largely avoided it. "Well let's
get it over with then!" he said with a sigh, then grabbed the digestive and
looked round the group. "Well, down in one!"

The group burst into disgusted groans at the sight of the cum-drenched
biscuit disappearing whole into Casey's mouth. The teen grimaced as he
began to chew. While the biscuit itself masked some of the taste, though
not all of it, it was the slimy texture that made it particularly unusual.

"Can I get up now?" Kyle whined as he lay there, still blinded.

"Lemme clean you up first," Chris offered.

While the others were initially engrossed in watching Casey finish the
task, they quickly realised Chris' actual intent and turned to watch as he
leaned down and began licking Kyle's face.

"Oh my God!" Kyle mumbled as he realised what was happening. He could feel
Chris' hands, one on his chin, the other on the top of his head, holding it
in place while he worked on licking away the mis-shot loads from himself
and the others. He let out a whimper of pure excitement as he felt Chris'
tongue slide across his lips.

Once he was done, Chris knelt back up. While he had licked most of the face
clean, slight remnants of jizz remained along with the faint glisten of his
own saliva. He grabbed his t-shirt and used it to wipe Kyle's face clean.

Kyle sat up, looking dazed and more than a little shocked about what had
just happened. His cock was bulging, which felt strangely ironic
considering how he had ended up like that in the first place. As the group
began to disperse, Kyle watched Chris as he playfully teased Casey for
losing, inadvertently letting out a quiet sigh.

Eric sniggered at the younger boy's unwillingly wistful look and received
an angry glare back from him in response.

"What are you laughing at?"  Kyle demanded angrily.

"You!" Eric answered bluntly, then nodded to Chris and added, "And him!"

"What about us?" Kyle asked, moving closer so they could talk quietly
without being overheard.

"You are SO into him!" Eric explained, wondering if the younger boy was
playing dumb or whether he was actually unaware.

Kyle looked mildly panicked, like talking about it might make something
terrible happen. He opened his mouth to answer back, to disagree or just
tell him to shut up, but nothing came out.

"Just one question... who's Danny?" Eric asked. Once again he saw something
change in Kyle.

"He's... he's a friend of mine, but he's also Chris'..." Kyle paused,
unsure of the right word to use. "Well, it's complicated."

"Complicated how?" Eric asked, suddenly wondering if the older students
were as bemused by his own relationship tomfoolery as he was with the Year
7 boys'.

Kyle glanced at Chris, who was now gripped in a headlock by Casey,
presumably due to excessive teasing. "Well they're close. Like, really
close. I mean, everyone who knows them kind of assumes they're boyfriends!"

"And are they?" Eric asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

"Well that's the thing. They say they're not. Like, you even mention it and
they bite your head off and insist they're just really good friends," Kyle
explained.

"Mmm-huh," Eric said, nodding and thinking for a moment. "So the boy you
like has a friend, who he doesn't appear to be in a relationship with and
actually goes out of his way to make that known... Wow, yeah, that's SO
complicated!" he said sarcastically.

"No, it's not that..." Kyle started, then paused to think. "I can't
just..." he started again, but was still caught up in Eric's logic. He let
out a sigh of acceptance and nodded, "I guess... you're right!"

"Great, so you gonna go ask him out?" Eric asked, curious to see what would
happen if he did.

Kyle frowned at the teen. "You just want another couple to distract
everyone from you and Benji!"

"No!" Eric insisted. "I just support the cause of young love!" As Kyle just
stared at him flatly, he chuckled and said, "And fine, maybe it would stop
everyone sticking their nose in on our business too. But mostly it's the
young love thing!"

"Well I'm not doing anything now," Kyle said, smiling at Eric's
honesty. "I... don't do well with an audience!" he added, feeling a little
embarrassed at the real meaning behind the comment and thankful Eric was
oblivious to it.

"Okay, well don't wait to too long," Eric said, sounding serious for a
moment. "I know guys like Chris. They never stay available for long, so
this week is your perfect chance! Don't miss it!"

The comment had been intended to spur Kyle on, but ultimately all it had
done was make him even more nervous about the entire situation.

*****

Dinner that evening had been somewhat more downbeat than the other meals
the group had shared. Casey had gone quiet and almost withdrawn the moment
they saw Gabe was back from the day's errands. Bran was so determined to
act normal and avoid being questioned further by Casey about his liaison
with Owen that he was overcompensating to the point of actually annoying
everyone.

Eric and Benji were continuing their ongoing determination to not even
acknowledge each other's existence, while Kyle had been so caught up in his
own head all afternoon about what Eric had said that he had barely said two
words to anyone, especially Chris.

It was only Chris himself along with Dusty who seemed to be themselves,
though they were so busy chatting with each other that they remained mostly
unaware of the dark cloud hanging over the rest of the group.

After dinner, they had decided the evening should be spent preparing for
the new Terminator movie they were seeing the next day. Many of the boys
had never seen the earlier films and Dusty, being the resident film
fanatic, had said it would just be ridiculous for them to see the newest
movie without seeing Terminator 2.

They had gathered in the Common Room, moving two of the sofas closer to the
large TV, as they were usually further back to avoid blocking the view from
any of the other sofas Eric and Casey had occupied one of them, while Bran,
Benji and Dusty filled the other one. Kyle and Chris had sat on the floor
in front of them, Kyle leaning on the arm of the sofa, while Chris was
positioned between Bran's legs.

It was about ten minutes into the film before the group unanimously ordered
Dusty to give up on the running commentary. As interesting as the facts he
was spouting were, they were trying to watch which was impossible with the
geeky boy chattering away.

Meanwhile, remaining in his playful mood (to cover his real one) Bran had
been bothering Chris, poking him, messing his hair, flicking his ears,
until he finally had enough and moved. He span round to lay on his stomach,
his feet waving in the air. When he got nagged for blocking the view with
his feet, he shuffled over in front of Kyle, his torso resting between the
other boy's legs. Kyle considered objecting, but the other boy's crotch was
pressed against his own, a not unwelcome sensation, and his butt was right
there in his lap. He playfully slapped both cheeks for a second, playing
them like bongos, much to the amusement of the others until Dusty shushed
them for missing a good part.

As much as Casey was enjoying the movie, he had something else on his
mind... Gabe! He excused himself, saying he needed the toilet, but refused
when Dusty offered to pause the movie as he headed out. Hoping to catch
Gabe before he finished work for the evening, he dashed downstairs and
found the dining room in darkness, but a glow coming from the window in the
door to the kitchen.

Much as he had done that morning, he opened the door quietly and stepped
inside. "Hiya," he called out, seeing Gabe leaning over a counter filling
out some kind of paperwork.

Gabe let out a surprised yelp, actually throwing his pen in the air as he
jumped. It clattered to the ground as he glared over at Casey who was in
absolute hysterics. "Fuckin' hell Casey, you keep doing that I'm gonna have
to put a fucking bell round your neck or something!" Shaking his head he
retrieved his pen.

"I'd apologise but I'd be lying!" Casey said, still chuckling as he
approached the young man. "That was freakin' funny!"

"Everything okay?" Gabe asked as his pulse began returning to normal.

"Yeah, just... thought I'd come say hi," Casey replied, trying to sound
casual.

A smile briefly curled the corners of Gabe's mouth but he resisted it,
nodding slightly. "Yeah, you used to do this back when I was at the
school," he explained.

"Do what?" Casey asked, looking mildly embarrassed.

Gabe tilted his head to side, and shook it as he smirked. "Make up daft
excuses to hang around me or Paul, just to be around us!"

Casey's cheeks burned crimson as he attempted to refute the comment. "No, I
didn't. Just... things would... come up, that's all!"

"Just like when we'd be in the locker room and you'd spend like ten minutes
'looking for something' in your bag so you could watch us get changed?"
Gabe asked, slowly walking closer to Casey.

"I didn't... do that," Casey tried to argue.

"Uh huh, of course!" Gabe said, grinning.

"Stop laughing at me!" Casey snapped, scowling. "All you seem to do is take
the piss and bring up every embarrassing thing you can think of. Okay, so I
was a scrawny, pathetic little kid with a crush on the ridiculously cute
older guy. That doesn't mean you can keep making me feel like shit for it!"

"No, I... I... wasn't..." Gabe stuttered, suddenly looking thoroughly
deflated. He sighed and nodded. "Okay, yeah, I guess I kinda was doing
that. I'm sorry, it's just... ugh, never mind. I'm sorry, I'll stop!"

"No, what is it, you can tell me!" Gabe insisted, the apology quickly
shocking the anger back out of him. He closed the rest of the gap between
them and gently took hold of Gabe's hand.

Gabe looked down at the hand holding his own then smiled as he looked Casey
in the eye. "Eleven-year-old you would have been jizzing in his pants over
holding my hand!"

Casey smiled awkwardly and replied, "Sixteen-year-old me isn't far off that
anyway!"

They both burst into laughter, which seemed to thankfully relieve a lot of
the tension.

Gabe took a deep breath. "Okay, well... here's the thing. I... saw you out
there on Saturday and I felt... embarrassed."

"Why?" Casey asked, lifting Gabe's hand and squeezing it gently.

Gabe sighed again. "Because... I'm a kitchen worker. I was a student here,
a pretty successful one, with great grades. I got into the top
University. I was gonna be a doctor and then... I'm a kitchen worker. I
thought you might take the piss, so I... kinda got in there first!"

"You dick," Casey said, shaking his head. "You know I'd never do that!"

"Do I?" Gabe asked, shaking his head. "That's the thing. I don't know
you. I knew you back then, as a kid. Now you're..." he paused, looking the
handsome, muscular teen up and down. "Well, definitely not a kid!"

"Oh yeah, I've definitely... grown..." Casey said, lowering Gabe's hand
towards his crotch.

"Woah, woah, woah, hold up!" Gabe said, pulling his hand away.

"But I thought... maybe..." Casey said, looking totally dejected.

Gabe shook his head. "Come on, you know the rules. You guys can fuck each
other senseless, but student/staff relationships are a BIG no go!" he
explained.

"It's not like I'm gonna tell anyone!" Casey argued, placing a hand on
Gabe's chest.

Gabe sighed and shook his head, grabbing Casey's hand. He held it there for
a second, then pulled it away and said, "Case, I'm sorry. I think you're
great, I always have and genuinely... you got hot, but it's still a
no. Please, please respect that. Okay?"

Casey was visibly upset, but nodded, looking down at the ground. When he
finally looked up, doe-eyed, he asked, "Can I at least have a hug?"

Gabe chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's allowed!" he said
as he grabbed the teen and held him, his muscular arms wrapping around him
in response as he let out a gentle sigh.

*****

After the movie had finished, with Casey returning from his visit to Gabe
and getting a nagging from Dusty for how much he had missed, the boys hung
out in the Common Room a while longer. It didn't take long before they
started thinking about heading to bed, mainly because the atmosphere
remained unpleasantly tense.

Once they got back to the dorm, most of the boys kept to themselves, the
dorm almost eerily quiet as they pottered around whiling away the remaining
time before lights-out.

"Can we talk?" Chris requested quietly, walking up behind Kyle who was sat
on the sofa playing on his phone.

As Kyle looked round at him, he found his friend was clad in only a
towel. His eyes lingered for a few seconds on Chris' body before looking
him in the face.

"In the shower room," Chris added.

"You... want to shower with me?" Kyle asked nervously.

"No... well, it does sound fun, but no, I wanna talk to you and I need a
shower, so I figured let's do both at once!" Chris explained.

"Okay," Kyle said, probably sounding more eager than he intended as he
jumped up and quickly undressed, wrapping himself in a towel.

The short walk down the corridor to the shower room was silent, except for
the slapping of bare feet on stone. It was only once they got inside the
shower room that Chris broke the silence. "Look, I'm sorry about earlier. I
thought my idea might help you, I just had no idea it would upset you this
much!"

"What? I'm not... upset," Kyle said, confused for a moment about why Chris
would think he was.

"Oh, then... did I... do something else? You've barely spoken to me all
day," Chris said softly.

"I'm sorry," Kyle immediately apologised. "You haven't done anything. It's
just something Eric said kinda got in my head and then it started making me
think of other things, and... ugh, I don't know. But... but you didn't do
anything, it's all me!"

"So you're not mad at me?" Chris asked, suddenly smiling.

Seeing the other boy happy brought an immediate smile to Kyle's face too as
he shook his head.

"Yay!" Chris said, happily lunging forward to pull Kyle into a hug.

The two boys held each other for a few seconds, their bare chests pressed
together, arms wrapped around each other. As they parted, Chris pulled back
a little, looking the other boy in the eye. A second or an hour, it was
hard for them to tell how long they remained like that as everything seemed
to freeze for a moment.

They moved together, their lips meeting as the tension in their bodies
faded and they melted against each other. They let out a synchronised, shy
chuckle as they parted, avoiding each other's gaze for a moment before
allowing their eyes to meet again.

"That was nice," Chris said sweetly, pulling back a little.

"Yeah it was," Kyle agreed, as they fell into momentary silence again.

At the same time, they looked down to see a bulge in both of their towels,
pressing against each other.

"Hey, they're kissing too!" Chris said playfully, pushing his own crotch
against Kyle's a little firmer, making them both giggle.

"Should we... shower?" Kyle asked excitedly, eyes wide with fiery
excitement.

"Oh, I thought you might want to..." Chris started, sounding disappointed,
then caught on. "Oh, you meant together!"

"So dumb but so pretty!" Kyle teased.

"Pretty dumb, that's me!" Chris chuckled, then leaned in again and kissed
Kyle briefly. "Come on then!" he said, taking the other boy's hand. He led
him to the far corner, into the cubicle furthest from the entrance, then
closed the door behind them.

They pulled off their towels, looking each other up and down. They had seen
each other naked, they had done things together, but this
felt... different. Kyle hung the towels on the hook while Chris turned on
the shower.

Chris waited a moment for the water to heat, then stepped back slowly under
the spray, letting it drench him, then pulled Kyle the same way so they
stood facing each other, warm and wet. He smiled as he looked at his
friend.

"What?" Kyle asked, curiously.

"You look... I dunno... like you're not nervous. I don't think I've ever
seen that before!" Chris explained as his hand gently touched the naked
boy's chest.

"I don't think I've ever felt it before!" Kyle said, smiling back. "You
make me feel... safe!"

Chris opened his mouth to reply, but realised no words were needed. He just
leaned forward and the two kissed again, gently at first, basking in the
closeness of the embrace. As the kiss continued and their mouths began to
open, their hands started to grasp at each other, not aiming for anything
in particular, just feeling each other. They moved back under the shower,
eyes closed, lips together, bodies entwined.

Both boys were hard, their erections pressed against each other. They would
get their turn, but for now the two boys cared only for each other's lips
as they continued their embrace.

"Wait, wait, stop!" Kyle said, pulling back, returning to his usual anxious
expression.

"What? What's wrong?" Chris asked, worried he had messed up somehow.

"I just... what about Danny?" Kyle asked, being a lot more blunt than he
had intended, but feeling that the situation called for a little
directness.

Chris looked like he'd been punched in the gut. "Wh.. what about him?" he
asked, frowning slightly.

"Chris, come on..." Kyle urged him.

Chris let out a sigh as he contemplated his best friend. It would be untrue
of him to claim he hadn't thought about being with Danny, but at the same
time, he had resigned himself to the fact it was just never going to
happen. How many times now had Danny claimed they were 'just friends'? How
often did he get pissed at anyone suggesting they were more than that? Just
two days earlier, as they said goodbye outside, Danny had stated he was his
BFF, his best friend forever. It felt nice to think that the other boy
really would be there forever, but it had just reminded him once again that
friendship seemed to be all Danny wanted.

Chris took a deep breath and nodded. "We're just friends, that's all."

Kyle nodded. He himself had a slightly complex relationship with Danny. The
first day they really started talking, they had intended to fool around
together but Kyle's anxiety had gotten in the way then too. If it hadn't,
who knows what may have happened, but instead they ended up friends, close
friends, which was why he was so nervous about getting between him and
Chris.

"Are you sure?" Kyle asked. "Do you... maybe wanna speak to him first?" He
wanted to kiss Chris again, at least on some level, but the nerves were
creeping back in. This would buy him some time, it would get him out of
what was potentially about to happen without revealing that he was simply
too nervous to go through with it.

"I suppose... I probably should!" Chris said, looking a little
downbeat. "I'm sorry Kyle, I didn't... I mean I'm not trying to... to lead
you on or anything."

Kyle felt a knot in his stomach. His plan had worked, he was off the hook,
but in doing so he had made Chris feel upset. He had to make it
better. "You could... make it up to me," he suggested, looking down at
Chris' cock.

Chris grinned. "We could make it up to each other... if you like!" he
offered back. He reached forward and took hold of Kyle's semi-hard cock,
his own twitching to full firmness as he felt the other boy harden in his
grip.

"That sounds good!" Kyle said happily, moving a little closer and grabbing
Chris' cock in return.

They stood facing each other, the spray of the shower flowing straight down
between them, pummelling their hard cocks as they stroked one another. As
they started getting close, they leaned in together again, heads resting on
each other's shoulders as they gasped their way to a mutual orgasm, their
spunk splattering against each other but quickly washing away and down the
drain.

As they caught their breath, they stayed leaning against each other, both
yearning for more but holding back for very different reasons.

"Chris, Kyle, are you in here?" a voice suddenly called out, making them
jump. It was Owen.

"Erm, yeah, I'm here!" Chris called back. He waited a moment and heard
footsteps outside the cubicle.

"Oh, they said you were both in here. You need to be getting to bed! Do you
know where Kyle is?" Owen called back.

The two boys looked at each other in mild panic, though a hint of a smirk
spread across Chris' face.

"I'm... here too!" Kyle called back, knowing he was revealing to the
teacher that they were showering together. He punched Chris' arm gently,
seeing him sniggering at the obvious embarrassment.

"Oh I see. Well don't be too long. Like I said, bed time!" Owen replied
nonchalantly. His footsteps led away. Before he left the shower room, he
called out, "Have fun, fellas!"

"Oh my God!" Kyle said, cheeks burning red. Chris was in absolute hysterics
and received another playful punch from Kyle. "Stop laughing, this is so
embarrassing!"

"Meh, you kinda get used to it!" Chris said through his laughter,
shrugging.

"Oh my God, I hate you!" Kyle said, scowling as he grabbed one of the
towels.

Chris turned off the shower and grabbed the other towel, but before he
wrapped it around his waist, he gently grabbed Kyle's wrist. "Kyle... I..."

Kyle just stared back at him, smiling meekly.

"I do like you. You know that, right?" Chris reassured him.

Kyle nodded, leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "I know, I like you
too!" he said back.

*****

The lingering mood carried over into lights out, with Owen coming in fully
prepared to warn and threaten the normally-lively boys to get them to
settle down. The fact that they were all obediently in bed, a couple of
them even asleep already, was very much a pleasant surprise.

While the others probably missed it, Casey picked up on the awkward smile
Owen gave Bran just as he was turning out the lights. As soon as the door
was closed, Casey pulled his phone out from under the covers and went into
the messaging section of the Kingswood app.

[Hey!] he texted to Bran, despite the fact he was laying only a few feet
away in the next bunk. He heard the buzz of Bran's phone right away, but
the other teen just sighed and remained laying where he was. [Oy!] Casey
sent a second message. Again he heard it arrive but Bran remained
disinterested in checking who it was.

As he lay staring at the ceiling, Bran felt a pillow suddenly hit him in
the face. He glanced at Casey, frowning and saw the older boy holding up
his phone. The intent was obvious, so he grabbed his phone and opened the
messages, then moodily replied, [What???]

[How did you get you-know-who to finally get off with you?] Casey
questioned.

[Read the room, mate. Does it seem like I wanna talk about it?] Bran
replied and then considered just turning off his phone and rolling over,
but he waited as he saw Casey typing back.

[Well tell me what you did and then we can stop talking about it!!!] Casey
messaged.

Bran huffed and rolled his eyes. Shaking his head, he typed out, [I showed
up naked in his room and refused to leave, no matter what he did or how
much he threatened me! Happy now?]

[Fuck, that actually worked? Well thanks, much appreciated!] Casey
answered.

Happy that he had done what was needed, Bran locked his phone, but as he
went to put it down it vibrated again. With a sigh that verged on an actual
growl, he opened the message. [I know you said you don't wanna talk about
it, but when you do, I'm here, bud! Or if you need a hug or anything like
that, just come and get it. #HalfTermBros]

Bran chuckled at the message and sent back, [Cheers mate, appreciate it!]
He tossed Casey's pillow back to him, then rolled over to try and go to
sleep.

Meanwhile, down below, Kyle remained wide awake, staring across the small
gap to Chris' bunk. It was strange seeing him laying alone. To the best of
Kyle's knowledge, Chris had yet to spend a night sleeping alone in his full
eight weeks at the school. He had spent the first night of half-term with
Casey and then the previous night with Kyle. Eventually, with a soft sigh,
he rolled over.

Just as Kyle was beginning to drop off to sleep, he felt a gentle poke in
his back. He rolled over and saw Chris kneeling beside the bed.

"I know things are weird, but, could I..." Chris whispered, trailing off at
the end.

Kyle immediately threw back the covers and held out an arm. As Chris
happily jumped in and cuddled up beside him, he said softly, "No matter
what happens, we'll still be friends!"

Chris smiled back at him briefly then both boys closed their eyes as they
got into a comfortable position to sleep. They lay together for a few
minutes, listening to each other breathe

"You're not sleeping!" Kyle eventually whispered.

"Neither are you!" Chris replied.

"What's up?" Kyle asked softly.

"Nothing," Chris lied. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing!" Kyle copied.

"So we're both okay? Great!" Chris said, with a subtle nod.

"Great," Kyle repeated.

"So we can sleep!"

"Yep!"

"Night!"

"Night!"

The silence lasted less than a minute. Chris lifted his head to lay it on
the pillow, laying on his side to stare at Kyle. "What?" he demanded.

"What what?" Kyle asked, copying the move to face him.

Chris let out a frustrated sigh, then leaned forward and kissed Kyle
again. It only lasted a few seconds, both boys resisting the urge to reach
out and hold each other.

"I thought we weren't doing that!" Kyle whispered, confused but not
displeased.

"We're not, it's just... I like doing it!" Chris explained.

"Me too!" Kyle said, fighting back a grin. He leaned in for another kiss.

Chris let out an almost inaudible whimper and said, "Doesn't mean anything,
right? It's just... for fun!"

"Right!" Kyle agreed before they kissed again.

This time they both eased into it slowly, letting their mouths open and
their tongues meet. It wasn't the same passionate kissing they had started
with in the shower, it was gentle, tender, a feeling of relaxed comfort
washing over them as they lay enjoying each other's mouth. Their bodies
pressed together, but it was more a desire to be close than any desire to
stimulate each other or themselves.

They lay there, alternating between kissing and happily staring into each
other until the time finally caught up with them. Kyle drifted off first,
leaving Chris to cuddle up to him before finally falling asleep too.

-----------------------------------

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links below

The Benny Saga (in reading order)
Benny Takes Control - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/
The Dangers of Desire - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/
Benny's House - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/

Other Series
Possession - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/
Jack Hamilton - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/
Phil's Naked Adventures - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/
Tales from Kingswood - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/

One-shots
The Art of Seduction - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction
Jake's Exposure - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure
Becoming an Internet Master - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master
Brian's Big Mistake - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake
And Then It Got Worse - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse