Date: Sun, 2 May 2021 19:38:24 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Half-Term at Kingswood - Chapter 5

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 5
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Wednesday 23 October 2019

It was a quiet morning in 1.04. No alarms, no pranks, no shouts from
early-risers to waken the sleeping boys. That meant Kyle was able to rouse
peacefully from his slumber, feeling the body beside him before he was even
awake enough to really think of anything at all.

He wasn't used to sharing a bed quite yet. The boy beside him was a
veritable expert on the subject, known throughout his dorm for his dislike
of sleeping alone. Although this was the third time he had shared a bunk
with Chris, it was the first time they had been able to awaken together
properly. The first morning, they had been woken and forced out of bed at
once by others in the dorm keen to get to breakfast while the second had
been started with a scare thanks to Eric and Benji's prank on Casey.

As Kyle slowly blinked his eyes open, he found himself staring into a
peacefully sleeping face. When he was awake, Chris' green eyes were
bewitching, his smile simply contagious and his charm so utterly
irresistible that Kyle had been hooked since the first time he saw
it. Asleep though, Chris' beauty shone through in other ways, the angelic
innocence of his expression, the gentle mew on each outward breath almost
like a purr of sheer contentment.

The road to get them to that point had not been a smooth one. They had
actively avoided each other after their first meeting, thanks to an
ill-planned casual kiss on the cheek, but they still ended up in each
other's orbit, mostly thanks to mutual friendship with another boy –
Danny.

Danny had been the friend Kyle had needed, helping him through his
tumultuous first months at the school and it was only through him that the
kiss-induced awkwardness with Chris was able to pass. With that out of the
way, the two boys had been able to truly connect. Despite the truly
beauteous youth lying beside him, it was Danny that Kyle's mind lingered
on.

Danny and Chris were close, as close as any two boys Kyle had ever seen,
seeming to share a connection that almost defied explanation. He and Chris
had agreed to hold off on their budding relationship until Chris had been
able to speak to Danny, but their agreement had quickly failed as the two
boys gave in to their urges and had spent every available moment since then
joined at the lips.

But still, what about Danny? Their mutual friend would be back in just a
few days. What would he make of their potential (or actual) relationship?
Would he be jealous? Would he be happy for them? Would he demand Chris for
himself? If he did, would Chris do it? Could Kyle be cast aside so
casually? He lay there playing every scenario in his head, each one
gradually taking a more sinister, more depressing, more anxious turn than
the last.

Kyle felt... strange. He had been anxious before; most of the time it
seemed to be his default setting, but this was an entirely new level. To
him it simply felt like the walls were closing in, that a weight was
pressing on his chest, while a vacuum of sheer misery sucked the very air
from his lungs. And then... emerald-green beauty. The world stopped closing
in on him, the weight lifted from his chest and the air rushed back into
his lungs as Chris awoke, his eyes opening. A serene smile spread across
his face.

"Hi!" Chris whispered, still slightly out of it, but clearly delighted to
see Kyle's face looking back at him.

"I really like waking up next to you," Kyle said, slightly breathless from
the unpleasant episode he had experienced moments earlier. The sheer joy of
seeing Chris was too great not to express.

Chris let out a sweet, happy little sigh and nodded gently. "I like waking
up next to you too!" His brow furrowed just a little as he raised a hand
and let the back of his finger stroke Kyle's jaw. "You okay?" he asked,
noticing the reddened cheeks and short breaths.

Kyle felt his eyes close for just a second at Chris' touch, humming an
almost inaudible moan as he raised his own hand to grasp the fingers on his
face. "I am now," he said, pulling Chris' hand up and kissing it
delicately.

On the other side of the room, the dorm's other couple was just waking
too. After their sudden and unexpected reunion, Eric and Benji had spent
most of the previous night seemingly trying to catch up on every orgasm
they had missed in the time they had been separated.

Unlike Chris and Kyle, the two had not shared a bed. Aside from the fact
the bunk was too small for two slightly older boys to comfortably share,
both Eric and Benji were, by their own admission, not cuddly sleepers. They
had tried it in the early days of their relationship, feeling like it was
almost expected of them, but a few sleepless nights and a few very grumpy
arguments later they had simply reached the conclusion that their closeness
should happen only during consciousness!

Benji was unsure if Eric was awake yet as he peered over the small gap
between their bunks. He could hear quiet whispering from the direction of
Kyle's bunk and a quick glance showed the two Year 7s adorably engrossed in
each other, but there was only soft rhythmic breathing from his own
lover. Though he knew waking Eric would usually result in a very cranky
morning, he hoped their recent reunification might allow him to get away
with it this once. He reached over the gap and started to climb across.

Benji was halfway over when the rocking of the bunk shook Eric awake. While
he awoke with a frown, as he let his eyes open just a little and saw Benji
coming to join him, it was replaced by a bemused smile. He lifted the
covers and let the other teen scramble in, half on top of him, half at his
side.

"You can't be horny again already," Eric grumbled. "You really emptied the
tank last night; I'm running on empty!"

"Nah, just wanted to... be near you," Benji said, blushing a little. After
being apart for so long and being at each other's throats for most of that
time, some habits had been easy to slip back into while others still felt a
bizarre mix of old and new at the same time.

"Well that's fine by me!" Eric said happily, kissing his boyfriend on the
forehead as he held him tightly.

"Hmmm," Benji hummed inquisitively.

"Whassup?" Eric asked, then let out a yawn.

Benji raised his head a little and nodded to the opposite side of the
room. "Anything seem strange to you?"

Eric glanced over at the two top bunks, belonging to Bran and Casey. "Huh!"
Eric said, nodding his understanding of Benji's point. "Definitely weird!"

What seemed unusual was that Bran, who was often last up in the dorm, was
conspicuously absent, while Casey, usually first up and out of the dorm,
was still seemingly fast asleep, covers pulled up over his head.

"Should we... investigate?" Benji asked with a sly grin. The two were known
to be exceptionally mischievous together, even when they weren't a couple,
and the question was a subtle code between the two that there could be
mischief afoot.

"Well we could," Eric said with a gentle nod, "Orrrrrr... we could make
out, like, a lot!"

Benji took a sharp, hissed intake of breath through gritted teeth as he
nodded, feigning thoughtfulness. "Yeah, that's definitely a tough
decision," he said seriously, then grinned and added, "But I think I
choose... option 2 please!"

Eric sighed and shrugged. "Well if you insist!" He leaned down and nudged
Benji's face with his nose, making him tilt it up a little so the two could
kiss.

Meanwhile, down the hallway the missing dorm 1.04 occupant was just
beginning to stir too. Bran and Owen had never actually made it as far as
the bed the previous night, at least not the second time. After reaching
the decision to see each other only for the duration of half term, they had
gone to the bedroom for Bran to fuck Owen.

Though Bran had returned to the dorm to officially 'go to bed', he had
snuck out not long after lights out to return to the teacher's
apartment. While there had been a little more sexual activity, the two
jerking each other off together on the sofa, they had mostly spent the rest
of the night cuddling and talking to each other.

They had known each other for years as student and teacher, but the night
had allowed them to share things that only came from a substantially closer
relationship. Bran had eventually fallen asleep in the man's arms, the
teacher happily holding him until he drifted off too.

As morning light filled the small living area, Owen had awoken, still
holding Bran, though the boy had moved in his sleep and now lay with his
head on the older man's lap. He let out a gentle sigh. He would have
happily let the boy sleep, but he needed to move soon and make sure the
rest of the boys were getting up. He knew they should have gotten up
earlier, that Bran should have snuck back into the dorm to avoid arousing
suspicion, but it was far too late for that now.

"Bran," he whispered, running his fingers through the teen's golden brown
curls. The boy stirred a little but remained asleep. "Brandon," he said a
little louder, letting his finger's slide down to tickle the boy's ear. The
slight giggle it drew from him made it clear he was very much awake.

"If I don't wake up, does that mean we can stay here all day?" Bran asked
dreamily, eyes still closed.

"That sounds fun, but afraid I've got stuff to do. Besides, you've GOT to
have built up an appetite from last night? I know I have!" Owen said with a
chuckle.

Bran's eyes shot open. "Yussss. Foooood!" He sat up and swang his legs
round off the sofa.

"If only I'd know getting you to leave was that easy..." Owen joked,
getting a narrow-eyed glare back in response. "Just joking!" he added, then
reached out and grabbed Bran's hand. He held it as he stood and pulled the
teen close to him. He blushed a little as he looked at him. "One last kiss
before you go?"

"Make it two!" Bran said, grinning before they embraced.

*****

The boys descended on the dining room like a swarm of locusts, ready to
devour anything edible that was unfortunate enough to cross their
paths. Hearing the ruckus of the boys' arrival, Gabe emerged from the
kitchen, greeting them all, albeit slightly quieter than usual.

The young kitchen worker watched as the boys mostly took the seats that had
become their usuals, the only differences being Benji in the seat next to
Eric, while his original seat was left vacant. Gabe frowned at the empty
chair and asked, "We... erm... we missing someone?". After what had
happened the previous night, he knew Casey would be embarrassed, but not
had expected outright avoidance.

"Oh, yeah. Casey's not feeling well this morning, he's still in bed," Owen
explained. When he had gone to dorm 1.04 to round up the boys and encourage
them to get up, Casey had made no sign of movement. He had gone to rouse
him but was greeted with answers that were either monosyllabic or not even
actual words.

Gabe paused for a moment. It seemed exceptionally unlikely that Casey was
actually ill, he was almost certainly just avoiding the situation. He felt
a little bad for the way things had gone down the night before but was
shaken from his thoughts by a slight nudge to his arm from the young
teacher who asked quietly, "Everything okay?"

Gabe was unsure how to answer. The man was only a few years older than he
was, but being back at Kingswood, back at school, even as a former student
it still felt like the teachers were the 'proper grown-ups'. Casey's
behaviour was becoming a little erratic, but it was nothing he couldn't
handle on his own... for now! "Yeah, all good!" he said cheerfully. "Now,
what can I get you all?" he called out, immediately getting a wall of noise
hurled back at him as every boy shouted their orders at once.

Once Gabe had taken the orders and disappeared into the kitchen, Dusty
asked, "So what's the plan today?"

"Today's plan is no plan!" Owen said back, smiling. "The day is yours to
use as you please!"

Eric and Benji both nudged each other and giggled quietly, silently
inferring to one another that it gave them another full day to be naked
together. Bran rolled his eyes but resisted mocking them as he had found
himself considering the same possibility with Owen.

"Oh," Chris said sadly, looking round at the empty seat. "I was gonna ask
if we could use the pool, but I guess Casey's not well enough for lifeguard
duty!"

"It's okay, I'm still happy to come supervise if you're okay with a boring
old teacher hanging around!" Owen offered, seeing Chris' disappointment.

"Hey, you could always join us in the pool for a change!" Bran said, eyes
twinkling mischievously.

Owen knew Bran was teasing, but decided to call his bluff and replied
casually, "You know, I think I might just do that!"

"Seriously?" Bran asked, the grin quickly dropping away at the thought of
the man in a speedo.

"Yup, but it'll have to be this afternoon. I've got some work I need to
take care of this morning," Owen replied, shooting Bran a knowing
glance. "In fact, I could use a little help with if anyone wants to
volunteer to..."

"I'll do it!" Bran said, almost jumping out of his seat.

"Suck up!" Kyle teased, getting a snigger from Owen, but not for the reason
he thought.

"Okay, so I got my volunteer and anyone who wants to can join us in the
pool this afternoon. Aside from that, the day is yours. Enjoy!" Owen
explained happily.

*****

While Eric and Benji had been more than a little tempted to disappear off
together after breakfast to fuck each other senseless once again, they had
ultimately decided to join Chris, Kyle and Dusty in the Common Room, though
their urges were still somewhat obvious.

The boys had all settled in front of the TV to watch a movie (picked by
Dusty of course), but less than ten minutes into it, the Year 8 boy sat
pouting as he had Eric and Benji off to his left, their tongues down each
other's throats and Chris and Kyle to his right doing pretty much the same.

Dusty sighed. No response. He sighed again. Still nothing. He tried one
more time, sighing so heavily he sounded more like he was just having an
asthma attack!

"You okay there, bud?" Benji asked, sharing a slight smirk with Eric as he
pulled out of their embrace.

"If you guys aren't gonna pay attention, I may as well turn the movie off!"
Dusty said moodily, folding his arms after hitting pause. Chris and Kyle
also stopped making out as they heard his complaining.

"Come on mate, we've seen this before loads of times. It's not like it
takes our full attention," Eric explained, giving Benji, who was sat across
his lap, a playful tickle. "Chillax!"

"Chillax? You're so lame!" Benji taunted quietly, earning himself a jab in
the ribs.

"That's not the point, it's... well... you're all... doing stuff and..."
Dusty tried to argue back, clearly a little upset.

Eric was first to catch on to what really seemed to be the cause and let
out a gentle sigh, glancing at Benji, then at the younger couple
opposite. "Ugh, we're sorry," he apologies quickly.

"We are?" Benji asked, confused. "What for?"

Dusty actually looked a little more upset over the fact that Eric seemed to
have caught on to his true motive, averting his gaze awkwardly.

"We're all sat here, being all... coupley and everything and I'm guessing
Dustin might be... missing someone, maybe?" Eric ventured.

Dusty was blushing heavily now. "Sorry, it's stupid. I'm being selfish, you
guys should enjoy the time together," he said, beginning to wish he hadn't
even mentioned anything.

"Mate, you're allowed to have feelings, ya know. It's hard being apart when
you're used to spending every day together!" Eric explained.

"Oh, you miss Zach!" Benji said, finally catching on.

"I'm guessing you like him for his looks!" Kyle said, sniggering at Benji's
slow-wittedness. All the boys laughed, even Benji who was always as willing
to laugh at himself as he was at anyone else.

Dusty let out another sigh as the laughter died down. "I was doing okay,
but... I dunno, it kinda feels like I'm the odd one out in the dorm. Then
sitting here like while you guys suck face, it just... kinda got to me."

"Aww, mate, we're sorry," Benji said, climbing off of Eric's lap. He
grinned and said, "You should join us, we can be a thruple for the week!"

"Ben!" Eric said sharply, scowling.

"What?" Benji asked, looking down at his boyfriend. "I was just kidding!"

"Yeah, well... too soon!" Eric said, his brow heavily furrowed.

Chris and Kyle gave each other a look, wondering if this may be a clue to
what had broken them up the first time... or second time... or however many
times the two boys had broken up before.

Benji folded his arms defensively. "See I knew we needed to talk about
this!"

"We don't!" Eric snapped, then realised the three younger boys were all
staring. Sensing the conversation might be about to turn to something he
really didn't want to discuss with the group, he jumped to his feet and
smiled. "Come on," he said, nudging his boyfriend towards the sofa Dusty
was sat on. He sat down on one side of the twelve-year-old and gestured for
Benji to sit the other side.

Benji hesitated a moment, knowing Eric well enough to know this was just a
distraction, but it didn't feel like the right place or time to really
pursue it, so he took a seat the other side of Dusty and then mimicked Eric
who cuddled up to the younger boy.

"Hey, you don't have to..." Dusty started.

"Shh, we are!" Benji said with a grin, "Now unpause!"

"Woah woah woah, hold up!" Chris suddenly called out. "This..." he said,
standing up and gesturing to the three boys cuddled together. "This is not
acceptable!" Everyone looked at him, confused. Chris was the most tactile
boy of the whole group, so his opposition to the arrangement seemed highly
unusual. He suddenly let a grin spread across his face as he added, "At
least, not without me!" He dove on top of the three, ending up mostly on
Eric's lap and partly nestled between him and Dusty.

"Hey, me too!" Kyle called out, really not wanting to be left out.

Moments later, all five of them were piled together on a single sofa, arms
and legs everywhere as the movie resumed.

*****

Meanwhile, just down the hall in the teacher's apartment, Owen was busy
doing the 'work' he had mentioned he needed to take care of, ably assisted
by Bran. The student was laying on the bed, naked, with his legs pulled
back, knees hooked behind his elbows.

"Oh fuuuuuck!" Bran moaned happily between deep breaths. It had felt a
little embarrassing to assume the position, still not entirely used to
being naked in front of the teacher, let alone exposing his hole, but it
was worth the slight humiliation for what he was doing.

Owen knelt in front of the exposed boy. It still seemed strange to be
sharing such intimacy with the student, with any student really. He knew
other teachers had crossed the line before. As much as it was against the
rules, it was just something that happened. He had spent years being proud
of himself for never giving in to temptation. Realistically, it was only
the older students that really caught his eye, the ones turning eighteen
and getting ready to head off into the world. By that point, many of them
looked more like men than schoolboys.

Yet here he was, a naked fifteen-year-old on his bed and two fingers up his
butt. Brandon had always stood out from the rest of his year for Owen, not
simply because he made no secret of his attraction, but he was just a very
clever, witty and entertaining boy to be around, but that was the key word
– boy. Bran had been just eleven when they first met and it had always
proven difficult to see him as anything else, no matter how many years
passed or how much the boy matured.

That had all changed that first night they got together. Brandon the boy
was gone, now he was Bran the man! Part of Owen was still resistant to the
whole thing, not least because it was illegal and could literally destroy
his life, but also because he knew it was too late to undo the changes to
their relationship and every second they spent together took them further
and further from what had been before.

The reluctant side of him was currently being very much suppressed. Every
noise, every pleasurable squirm the teen made in response to his fingers
was sending jolts of pure, excited energy through the man, but what really
had him hooked was the look. As Bran lay there, he was staring back at Owen
with a look of absolute adoration.

"I'm not hurting you am I?" Owen asked softly.

"No, it's... oh fuck... so fucking good!" Bran gasped back at him, panting.

"I can tell!" Owen said with a snigger, reaching out with his other hand to
grab the boy's cock. It was rock hard and oozing precum onto Bran's
stomach.

"Ah, fuck. I think I'm gonna cum!" Bran gasped as he felt the teacher's
fingers wrap around his throbbing tool.

"Not quite yet," Owen said, letting go and sniggering a little at the wet
slapping noise of it hitting his stomach. "Remember, this is about getting
you ready for... well... me! That's assuming you still want that!" The
previous night, the teen had asked Owen to take his anal virginity.

"Oh God yes, more than anything!" Bran said excitedly.

Owen actually felt the boy's sphincter tighten around his fingers and then
loosen as he said it. "Good, so let's keep going!"

"Yes Sir!" Bran said back playfully, pushing himself further onto the man's
fingers.

*****

Back down the hallway, having finished tidying up after breakfast Gabe
stood outside the door to dorm 1.04. That specific dorm had been his own
back when he was in Year 7, but that was over ten years ago now. Strange as
that felt, the conversation waiting for him on the other side of the door
was likely even stranger... if he actually built the nerve to go in. Just
twelve hours earlier, Casey had made a sexual advance at him... almost
violently.

He glanced down the hall in the direction of the apartment Mr Beecham was
staying in during the half-term break. Even after years away from the
school it felt like 'telling a teacher' was the thing he was supposed to
do.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked, then waited... no answer. Another knock
but still no answer. Maybe Casey wasn't even in there. He waited a few more
moments just in case before nervously opening the door.

Seeing the room brought back so many memories. While it had been
redecorated since his year living in it, it was still very much the same
dormitory he remembered from his first year in the school. He quickly
glanced round the mostly empty room and very nearly missed the body-shaped
heap on one of the top bunks.

He walked in, having to consciously remind himself to breathe and
approached. The bunk that the presumably-Casey heap occupied was the very
same one Gabe had actually slept in during his time in the dorm which made
the whole situation all the more surreal.

"Casey?" he called out.

There was a moan under the covers followed by movement. Casey's face
suddenly emerged, blinked a little from the sudden light and as his eyes
focused on Gabe and let out another moan, then disappeared back under the
covers.

"You know, if you avoid me forever, you'll end up starving! I'm the one
with all the food remember!" Gabe said, trying not to sound like he was
mocking too much.

"Ugh, don't mention food!" Casey groaned.

Gabe moved closer and climbed part way up the ladder to Casey's
bunk. "Wait, are you actually ill?"

Casey threw the covers back again. He looked dreadful, his cheeks a sickly
pale while his forehead looked clammy.

"Fuck, you look a mess!" Gabe said in shock. "What are your symptoms? Have
you been sick?"

Casey grunted. "Yeah, a lot," he said taking a few deep breaths. "Owen's
already spoken to Dr Arkwright. He said it doesn't sound like anything
serious, just recommended rest and drinking lots!"

"Good!" Gabe said, he had already been starting to diagnose the boy
himself, his medical training kicking in on pure instinct. "Sounds
sensible. And here I was thinking you were just avoiding me!"

Casey gave a weak smile. "No, that's just an added bonus!"

Gabe chuckled. "I should let you get some sleep then!"

"Oh, I thought you might... stay a while," Casey said, visibly disappointed
at the imminent departure.

"How about this?" Gabe suggested. "You get some sleep now and I'll come
hang out with you this afternoon?"

"I'd like that," Casey said, smiling and letting out a gentle sigh.

Gabe smiled back and climbed back down the ladder. He headed for the door
but stopped as he neared it and looked back to see Casey watching
him. "Just to check, when I come back, will you be trying to seduce me with
your nakedness again? I just want to make sure I'm prepared this time!"

"You're such a dick!" Casey scowled, though a slight grin soon followed.

Gabe chuckled to himself and said, "See ya later, bud. Feel better!"

*****

"Oh come on, you can't be serious!" Owen said, looking down at himself. He
was stood in the office adjoining the pool area of the Sports Complex with
Bran in front of him. He was currently clad in nothing but a pair of Bran's
old school speedos.

They barely concealed anything. At the front, the slight stubble showing
made it clear that, had he not been shaved, his bush would have been on
show, while round the back two inches of butt crack were visible above the
waistband.

"I'm not going out there in this!" Owen insisted.

"But you look so fucking hot!" Bran said pleadingly.

"Very flattering, but 'hot' is not the look I tend to aim for when hanging
around students!" Owen said firmly.

"Please," Bran begged. "Knowing you're wearing one of my speedos is... well
there's no words for how sexy it is! Please, please you said you would!"

Owen frowned. "I said I'd consider it! I've considered it... and it's a
no!"

"Oh come on," Bran whined. He grabbed the man, reaching both hands up
behind his neck and interlocking his fingers, then forced him to look him
in the eye. "For me... pretty please!"

Owen let out a low growl. He was quickly losing the ability to say no to
the boy, something he knew could only lead to trouble, but he couldn't
fight it anymore. "Fine, okay!" he conceded.

"Yay," Bran said happily, kissing Owen briefly on the lips. "I can't wait
to see Chris' face. He'll be hard in seconds!"

Owen chuckled. In many ways, Chris was like a younger version of Bran,
definitely one of the standouts of the new Year 7 boys and not only for his
impressive swimming skills. He was well on his way to becoming another of
Owen's favourites, though he found himself feeling grateful that Chris did
not share Bran's penchant for flirting.

"Well I'm gonna go get ready with the others. See you out there," Bran
said, heading for the door. He stopped and looked back at the near-naked
man, grinned and added, "And I mean I'll see ALL of you out there!" He was
gone before Owen could say anything back.

The six boys emerged from the locker room together. Casey had still been
feeling unwell and had stayed in the dorm, but the others had all been
eager to go and enjoy some time in the pool. They were just nearing the
side of the pool when Owen appeared from a door at the far end.

"Oh fuck!" Chris muttered at the sight of the scantily clad teacher.

"Something wrong, Chris?" Bran asked, holding back a grin.

"No, no I'm fine," Chris lied, feeling his cock respond almost
instantly. "We should get in!" he urged them, knowing his arousal would be
easier to conceal in the water.

"Hold up a sec," Bran said, grabbing Chris' shoulder. "Hey Mr B!" he
shouted out. "Chris was wondering if it's okay for him to go clothing
optional again as he enjoyed it so much on Monday!"

"Wait, what?" Chris asked as the other boys giggled at Bran's obvious
teasing.

"Fine by me!" Owen announced, then performed a perfect dive into the pool.

Bran couldn't help wondering if the teacher's eagerness to get into the
water may have been for the same reason as Chris'. Regardless, he said
cheerfully, "You heard him!" He immediately yanked Chris's speedo to the
ground, stepped on it to keep it in place then pushed the younger boy so he
fell naked into the pool. "Anyone else?" he asked, grinning, resulting in
four sudden splashes as the remaining boys jumped in to escape him with
their speedos still on. He quickly followed.

"Where'd Owen go?" Benji asked, looking round as he noticed the teacher had
not yet emerged.

As if waiting for the prompt, Owen popped up beside them, having swam the
full length of the pool under the water.

"Wow, that's a long way to swim just to get a good underwater view of
Chris!" Bran teased.

"What? No? I... was just..." Owen stuttered as Chris blushed and the other
boys sniggered.

"Wow, you're as fun to mess with as Chris is!" Bran said, giving the man a
knowing wink.

"Shut it, you!" Owen said, grabbing Bran and pushing him under the water.

As Bran popped back up, spluttering, Dusty said accusingly, "That's the
sort of thing you'd normally give us detention for!"

"Perk of being in charge," Owen said with a grin. "You get to bend the
rules a little now and then!"

Eric and Benji exchanged a mischievous look. "Well if all rules are out..."
Eric started. Immediately, the two teens lunged at the teacher, Eric going
low to knock out his legs while Benji aimed high and toppled him into the
water.

The others watched on, not quite sure yet whether the other two had gone
too far. They popped back up, sniggering, followed by a coughing Owen, who
glared at them furiously for just a second before he grinned and declared,
"Oh. It. Is. On!"

*****

The last thing Casey remembered was moving down from his bunk to one of the
sofas. He had been unable to get comfortable on the bed and hoped the move
might change that. It clearly had as he had been asleep again almost the
moment he sat down.

As he awoke now though, he could feel something was different. His head
wasn't resting on the arm of the sofa or a cushion, it was on someone's
lap. There was a cool cloth on his forehead that just seemed to be leeching
the excess heat out of his burning skin. There was a hand gently resting on
his chest, his own hands gripping tightly onto it.

He smiled before he even opened his eyes, knowing it had to be Gabe. "When
did you get here?" he asked dreamily as he let his eyes flutter open.

"About an hour ago. You woke up when I sat down but were out again so quick
I'm not surprised you don't remember!" Gabe explained.

"This feels nice," Casey said, raising a hand to the cold cloth.

"Yeah, thought it'd help with the fever a little," Gabe said softly.

Casey took a deep breath and sighed, "I'm glad you're here!"

Gabe shrugged and replied, "Well I told you I was coming back."

Casey shook his head slightly. "No, I mean... I'm glad you're here, back at
Kingswood!"

"Yeah, I could see how glad you were last night!" Gabe said, teasing a
little.

Casey closed his eyes and let out a low groan.

"Like, what was the plan there?" Gabe asked, shaking his head.

Casey opened his eyes and looked understandably embarrassed. "It was meant
to be, like, don't move, don't take no for an answer!"

"Woah," Gabe said, looking suddenly serious. "Never say that. Ever!" he
scolded, verging on angry. "ALWAYS take no for an answer."

"I know, I know. Paul made sure I always knew that; you taught him well!"
Casey insisted. It was still a little unusual for the two to be together
without Paul, he had been their mutuial connection. "I didn't mean I'd
ignore an actual no; the idea was just to be... persistent!"

"Okay," Gabe said, confident the teen was being sincere in knowing
limits. "But that's still a pretty fucking stupid idea!"

"I know, I know!" Casey said, shaking his head a little.

The cloth slipped a little as he moved, so Gabe grabbed it, plunged it into
the bowl of icy water to his side, wrung it out and returned it to Casey's
forehead. "I don't even get why you're... I dunno... after me! Sure, I know
you liked me when I was still at school here, but that never seemed
serious. If I recall correctly, you were just as interested in pretty much
every guy you saw! So what's the deal here, bud?"

Casey gave a gentle moan and closed his eyes again. "Please, not now!"

"Sorry," Gabe apologised, realising he was not really encouraging the rest
he knew the boy needed to feel better. "Hey, you should drink something,"
he encouraged, offering the teen a bottle of water.

Casey sat up and took the bottle, taking several small sips before handing
it back and laying back down. "I'm not sleeping any more, I'm just gonna
lay down a bit," he said confidently. He was asleep again within a minute.

*****

Things had stayed pretty lively over at the pool. Owen's relaxation of the
usual rules opened the group up to a lot more horseplay, with the boys
jumping all over each other as well as Owen. They had ended up playing with
a ball, although the actual extent of the game just seemed to be piling on
whoever was holding it to try and wrestle it off of them, before the
struggle ultimately started all over again with its next holder.

Owen had just managed to hold the boys off for a good couple of minutes but
had eventually lost his grip, with Eric excitedly swimming away with the
ball before the others could realise. Once they caught on, they took off
across the pool after him, except for Owen who was struggling to catch his
breath.

Bran saw the man staying behind and lingered back, leaving the younger boys
to continue their chase. "Can't keep up with the kids, old man?" Bran asked
with a wicked grin.

"Considering all the other rules I'm bending today," Owen said, panting a
little, "I should warn you... I'm willing to slap you!"

Bran glanced round and, confident the others were both well out of earshot
and far too busy to even try to listen in, replied, "Well depending on
where you wanna slap me, that actually sounds kinda fun!"

Owen laughed and shook his head. "That can be arranged!" he said quietly.

Before they could say any more, a familiar sound drifted across the surface
of the pool... Eric and Benji arguing. Just because they were back together
certainly didn't mean they got on perfectly now. Whatever had caused the
argument, it didn't look too serious. As the other three boys dispersed,
leaving them to it, they once again began fighting to take control of the
ball.

Dusty looked round at Bran and rolled his eyes, having learned very quickly
that even his excellent diplomatic skills weren't enough to calm the pair
when they really got going. Staying out of it when they were volatile was
the safest move.

Chris and Kyle had taken it as an excuse to go their own way, with Chris
laying stomach-down on a large float while Kyle clung to the side of it,
their faces close together as they chatted and slipped in quick little
kisses when they thought nobody was watching.

Owen had moved to the edge of the pool, his arms out to the sides holding
himself up. Bran had watched the Eric/Benji fight for a moment, but it
ended as quickly as it began and a quiet sense of peace washed over the
area. Bran quickly swam across to Owen, but deliberately kept his distance,
not wanting to arouse any suspicion from the others.

"Those two are such a handful," Bran said, shaking his head. Being one of
the two older students, he had definitely taken on a more supervisory role
than some of the others, especially now with Casey absent.

Owen glanced round again and replied quietly, "Yeah, and speaking of
handfuls, I hope you enjoyed yours while we were playing!"

Bran frowned and shrugged a little.

"Before. When I had the ball. You know, when your hands were... well let's
say not aiming for the right balls!" Owen said wryly.

"I... never touched you!" Bran said innocently.

Owen smirked. "Yeah, okay," he said, convinced it was another of the boy's
pranks.

Bran moved a little closer and raised his eyebrows as he nodded, "I'm
serious. I wanted to, but I... knew we had to be careful!"

"Bran, don't joke..." Owen said, slightly nervously.

"I'm not!" Bran insisted. "So someone was... getting handsy?"

Owen looked mortified as he nodded. "They were more than handsy, they
were... properly going for it. This fuckin' speedo could barely hold me
in!"

Bran moved close, mouth slight agape and said, "So you let one of these
guys feel you up AND you got hard?"

"Oh my God," Owen muttered, looking round at the other five boys.

"Wait, so we've been together less than a day and you're already cheating
on me?" Bran asked angrily.

Owen managed to turn so pale he almost blended into the tiles as he
stuttered, "N... no... I wasn't... I mean... I wouldn't... well... erm..."

Bran grinned devilishly. "Oh relax, I'm kidding. And don't worry... it was
me!"

The colour suddenly returned to Owen's cheeks, accompanied by a look of
sheer fury. "Oh you really ARE getting spanked today!"

Bran sniggered at the prank and moved closer, holding onto the side of the
pool close to the older man, but appropriately far enough to look like they
were just having a normal student/teacher conversation. "Okay, so... if it
wasn't me... who would you think it was?" Bran asked mischievously.

"Think it was or wish it was?" Owen asked, joking casually.

"Oh!" Bran said, smirking and raising an eyebrow.

Owen knew he had said something he would regret.

"There's a difference, is there?" Bran asked knowingly. "Okay, so who would
you THINK it was and who would you WISH it was?"

"I didn't mean it like that!" Owen said, blushing.

Bran shrugged, leaning his head back slightly onto Owen's hand as it
gripped the side of the pool. "Too late, you said it. You gotta answer!"

Owen made a mental note to be a lot cannier in speaking to the excitable
teen, but figured he would let him have this one. "Well I would THINK it
was Benji, he's the only one I think who's bold enough to actually try it!"

"Okay, and who would you WISH it was?" Bran asked, feeling his cock swell a
little. It was strange, he had wanted Owen for so long, wanted him all to
himself, but the thought of him with someone else was undeniably turning
him on.

Owen rolled his eyes and looked round the pool. He was trying to think
which of the five boys dotted around would be least embarrassing. In
reality, none of them appealed to him directly. Before Bran, he had never
really allowed himself to think of the students at the school in a remotely
sexual manner. He still didn't. His attraction to Bran hadn't suddenly
flipped a switch and made him into a boy-lover, so trying to answer was
actually proving tougher than expected.

Suddenly the answer occurred to him, and it was a completely honest answer
too. "Chris!" he said succinctly.

"Oh my!" Bran said, grinning at the image of the horny and easily
embarrassed boy with Owen.

"Not for any reason like that!" Owen said, sighing a little as he shook his
head dismissively. "I... want to connect with him!"

"I bet ya do!" Bran growled.

"Will you get your mind out of the gutter!" Owen admonished the boy who
just smirked back at him. "He's got potential, in the pool I
mean. Definitely one of the most capable swimmers I've seen in a long
time. I want to train him because he could be world-class. All the
embarrassing stuff is entertaining and everything, but... it's putting up a
wall between us and he'll never go for it if he's too awkward to even look
me in the eye!"

Bran was grinning but remained silent.

"Ugh, you're just a pervert!" Owen said, slightly annoyed at the boy's
one-track mind.

"No, I... I'm not being... like that," he said defensively, moving just a
little closer. "It's just... you're amazing as a maths teacher, like, you'd
be my favourite even if I didn't fancy you, but this is where you shine!"
He felt a little awkward speaking to the man so candidly. Even with their
rapidly developing relationship it was still a little uncomfortable to
speak to him so openly. "You have this passion when you talk about
swimming, it's... well it's really sexy!"

Owen smiled. "I'm glad you approve," he said, raising a hand to playfully
pat the teen's head. "But yeah, you're right. This is what I love. Not many
people get to do what they love!"

"I will later!" Bran said playfully, but the grin dropped quickly as he
realised what he had just indirectly said. "I mean, I'm not saying... I
mean..."

"Relax, I know what you meant," Owen said with a snigger.

Bran looked thoroughly relieved. "Thanks," he said, taking a deep
breath. "When did you... know it was what you loved though?" he asked,
looking uncharacteristically thoughtful.

Owen shrugged. "I kinda grew up in the pool. I always loved it I suppose."

"I don't have anything like that," Bran said sadly. "Like... I've got
things I enjoy, but nothing that I wake up thinking about and... and NEED
to do! Is that weird?"

Owen immediately shook his head. "Nah! Not even a little bit. You're still
finding yourself, don't be in a such a rush to figure everything
out. Sometimes it's good to just relax and enjoy the ride!"

Bran looked back at him, clearly fighting an urge.

"Okay, you can have that one!" Owen said, holding back a snigger.

"I'll definitely enjoy the ride later!" Bran blurted out with a playful
grin.

Owen rolled his eyes as he shook his head but couldn't help laughing a
little.

"Right, out of the way!" Eric suddenly called out. As everyone looked round
at him, he headed to the side of the pool with Benji. "We're racing, clear
some room!"

"Is there a reason?" Bran asked as Dusty, Chris and Kyle made their way
across to join them at the side of the pool.

"Yeah, to see who's faster. You've never heard of a race?" Benji asked
mockingly.

"You're as funny as you are hot!" Bran said back derisively, getting a
laugh from the others.

Benji looked thoughtful for a moment as he continued to the end of the
pool, then glanced at Bran, grinned and said, "Thanks, I'm actually taking
that as a compliment."

"It wasn't meant as one!" Bran insisted.

"Doesn't matter, still taking it as one!" Benji said, climbing out of the
pool. "But we're racing because Eric says he's faster," he explained.

"No, I say you're slower, there's a difference!" Eric said, climbing out to
stand beside his boyfriend.

Chris leaned in and whispered something to Kyle, then both boys laughed.

"Something funny?" Eric called out.

"Actually I think they were perving on you and totally objectifying you!"
Bran called out. "I mean, I am too, so... stand there as long as you like!"

It was indeed quite an enjoyable sight. Eric's body was fairly toned, but
the water had darkened the slight treasure trail and highlighted it against
his pale, flat stomach, really drawing the eye to his speedo which he
filled out nicely with his soft cock and ample balls.

To his side, Benji stood a few inches taller, but was visibly much
slimmer. While the water had darkened his hair to a dark auburn, the slight
sheen of wetness across his torso paired with the almost entire lack of
body fat allowed every muscle to show, making him look much more toned than
usual.

"Okay, so what's the distance, to the end and back?" Owen asked, wanting to
keep the focus on the race before the entire atmosphere became too sexually
charged.

"He won't even make it that far," Eric sniggered. "If he drowns, I win,
right?"

"If I drown, I only want Owen giving me mouth-to-mouth. Or maybe Bran!"
Benji said playfully. Eric whispered something angrily back to him, getting
a sigh in response so he called out, "Forget that. Apparently he'd prefer
me to just drown than even be touched by another human!"

"That's not what I fucking said!" Eric snapped furiously.

"Are you racing or arguing?" Owen called out, hoping to cut off the
argument quickly.

"We're happy watching either!" Bran added, getting a gentle punch in the
arm from the teacher in response.

"We're racing. We can argue later apparently...." Benji said, rolling his
eyes again.

"Okay, get in position," Owen said. He watched as they moved apart
slightly, then called out, "On your marks... get set... go!"

Both boys dived into the pool on go and began swimming hard. The other boys
were immediately cheering them on, not necessarily cheering for either one
in particular, just supporting the race in general. It was close as they
reached the end of the first length, touching the far end of the pool at
almost the exact same moment before pushing off for the return.

"It's gonna be close!" Owen said, always happy to see a bit of healthy
competition.

"If you value our peace even slightly, you've got to call this as a tie!"
Dusty said from beside Owen. "Even if it isn't!"

"He's right!" Bran agreed.

"What, no... I..." Owen went to argue back. It went against his natural
instinct, but he knew they were right.

The two boys pushed hard and while it really was close, Benji touched the
end a second before Eric. They both looked to each other, both sure they
had won. They immediately looked to Owen, as did the others.

The teacher hesitated for a moment, then called out, "Couldn't have been
closer. It's a tie!"

"Ha!" Benji called out. "Told you I wasn't slower!"

"Yeah but you weren't faster!" Eric snapped back.

Dusty looked disappointed that even a tie hadn't placated them, with Owen
looking equally frustrated.

"Guys, guys, you're missing the point here!" Bran said, beckoning them
over. As they got nearer he grinned and said, "What matters here isn't who
was faster or who was slower. What matters is that you both suck just as
much as each other!"

The taunt did its job perfectly, with both boys turning their vitriol
towards Bran instead of aiming it at each other. They began shouting abuse
back at him right away.

"I could beat you any day!" Eric said angrily.

Bran nodded. "You could," he agreed. "I'm a terrible swimmer, and they say
it takes one to know one!"

The self-derision completely took the wind out of Eric and Bran's
ranting. It was hard to insult someone who agreed with what you were
saying!

Bran's plan to calm the situation just needed one more step to complete
– a distraction. "Now if you want to see good swimming, we need to get
Mr B racing!" he said with a casual shrug.

Owen looked a little surprised to be drawn into it but looked confident. He
knew he doubtlessly could beat either of the two, but from the looks on
their faces, they did too. He chuckled a little at how well Bran had
handled it.

Now that his plan to silence the squabbling teens was complete, a new plan
quickly formed in his twisted little mind. "But I reckon if you wanna see a
REAL competition, you wanna see him race Chris!" Bran added. It was a
perfect double-whammy. Owen had expressed his desire to connect with Chris
and this forced them into contact, but at the same time, he had noticed
throughout the race that the naked boy was very unsubtly being played with
by Kyle.

"Now I don't think that's..." Owen started, but was quickly cut off.

"Yeah, do it!" Benji called out happily.

"Well I'm... erm..." Chris stuttered, alarmed to be so suddenly involved.

Kyle jumped at the opportunity to embarrass his friend and gave him a shove
towards the end of the pool. "Yeah, come on, show us what you got!" His
double-meaning was about as subtle as his groping had been.

"Wait, I just... need a minute to... prepare!" Chris mumbled awkwardly.

"Nah, you don't!" Eric and Benji said in unison, giggling as they grabbed
Chris and lifted him up onto the side of the pool. His naked body emerged
from the water, hands clasped embarrassingly over his crotch.

Eric looked to Owen. "Don't make us do you too!" he taunted the teacher who
was slowly making his way towards Chris.

The naked boy stood, blushing heavily as he kept his hand cupped his hands
in front of his exposed crotch, watching Owen swim nearer and begin to
climb out.

"Oh yeah, looking good Mr B!" Bran called out as the man stood facing the
pool.

The small speedo really clung to him, leaving virtually nothing to the
imagination of the horny boys spectating. Chris glanced sideways too and
immediately wished he hadn't.

"Come on, assume the position," Bran taunted Chris as Owen stood ready to
start their race.

Chris let out a gentle moan and dropped his hands to his side. His erection
sprang free. He hoped the race would start quickly before it could draw too
much attention. Needless to say, the boy's obvious arousal drew a LOT of
attention right away. Even Owen couldn't help looking round at it.

"Well he can't swim with that!" Bran called out. "Think of the extra
drag. That's not a fair race!"

"Let me get my speedo then!" Chris called out, glad to have the excuse to
put at least a single item of clothing on.

"Come on, we know a speedo won't make that thing go away!" Bran called
back.

"Yeah," Benji called out, joining in the enjoyment in the boy's obvious
embarrassment. "We know there's only one sure-fire way to get a boner to go
away!"

"Lads..." Owen warned nervously.

"Come on Chris, just knock out a quick one and then we can get on with this
race!" Bran suggested excitedly.

"What? No!" Chris said, looking mortified, though the twitching of his cock
gave away his true feelings on it.

"Yeah, we're not doing that!" Owen called out, frowning.

The boys all looked disappointed, but Bran called back, "Come on, you've
seen it before just as much as we have. Go on Chris, do it!"

Owen was ready to admonish Bran when he saw Chris grab his cock and begin
stroking. "Chris, you... don't have to do this!" he said softly.

Despite his profuse blushing, the boy shot Owen a momentary smile and said
back, "It's okay, no big deal!"

To the rest of the boys, it was a VERY big deal. Kyle's eyes were virtually
popping out of his head at the sight of his friend masturbating on the side
of the pool, naked, next to a teacher. His own cock was at risk of shooting
untouched from the sheer excitement of what he was seeing. Dusty, Benji and
Eric looked just as enthralled, erections popping up immediately.

Bran, however, had his eyes firmly fixed on Owen. He knew the man did not
approve, but it felt amazing to be pushing his limits in such a way. There
was only one thing he could want now, something he kept watching for and
hoping to see... any sign of growth in the man's speedo.

Owen didn't know what to do with himself. He knew he should likely stop the
whole thing, but the spectating boys seemed to be loving it and Chris
himself was very visibly (and audibly) enjoying the experience. He tried to
keep looking straight ahead, knowing that he shouldn't be seeing any of it,
but still, his eyes kept betraying him and shooting sideways to watch the
naked boy jerking off.

It was when he allowed himself to look in Bran's direction that he really
knew he had made a mistake. He realised where his lover's eyes were fixed
and he felt himself blush a little, worried momentarily that others may
notice too. He did his best to fight it, but Chris masturbating mere feet
away and Bran's eyes on his crotch began to have the inevitable affect. He
didn't fully bone up, but his cock certainly chubbed up enough to make the
small speedo reach its full capacity.

"Oh, oh yeah... ugh!" Chris grunted as he reached his most public climax
ever, his legs wobbling just a little as an orgasm ripped through him. He
remembered the teasing comment Mr Beecham had made the first time he caught
him cumming beside the pool. 'Come on lads, not in the pool. That stuff
really clogs the filters!' While he knew the boys watching wanted to see
him shoot properly, he placed his hand over the end of his cock and pumped
his load into it.

"Fuck me!" Benji declared at the sight of their young roommate cumming
openly in front of them all.

Chris stood panting, humiliated and exhilarated in equal measure, realising
he had a softening cock in one hand and a rather hefty load of spunk in the
other. He shot Bran a smirk, knowing exactly how the teen had manufactured
the entire situation. He had come this far, so he figured he really didn't
have any reason to hold back now. He raised his hand to his mouth and
sucked the semen from it noisily, then licked his palm clean as the teacher
and other students watched in excited amazement.

The cum-eating caused a round of raucous cheering from the boys were
already shocked from the entire show and now crossed the line into absolute
disbelief. Chris burst into laughter in response to their cheers, grinning
broadly.

"Okay, can we move this along," Owen said, eager to get into the water.

"Yeah, sorry," Chris said, positioning himself ready to race.

"Hold up!" Bran called out.

If looks could kill, the glare from Owen would have killed the teen on the
spot. His eyes widened, giving a non-verbal 'don't you fucking dare'.

"If we weren't letting Chris swim with a boner, how's it fair to let Mr B
do it?" Bran called out.

All eyes suddenly shot from Chris' crotch to the teacher stood beside
him. Owen's hands immediately swooshed in front of the small speedo as he
declared, "I do NOT have an erection!"

"Then what you covering?" Benji called out with a snigger.

"Look, are we racing or not?" Owen demanded, trying to change the subject.

"Sure, once you take care of your little problem!" Bran teased.

Owen squinted another angry glare momentarily at Bran, but then smiled and
tried to act casual. "Look lads, I may have relaxed the rules a little bit
today, but I'm not gonna stand here and touch myself in front of you!
You'll have to fill up your wank banks another way!"

"But Sir, we won't tell anyone!" Benji urged the man.

"And you know what happens at half-term stays at half-term!" Bran added
with a knowing grin.

"And you were okay with Chris doing it," Dusty interjected. "Surely if
we're a society that strives for equality..."

"Oh God, do it quick, just to save us from another Dustin lecture!" Eric
called out, shooting the younger boy a cheeky grin to let him know he was
mostly kidding.

Owen looked from each boy to the next, although they looked amused at the
predicament the man found himself in, there was a hopeful and undeniably
horny expression on each of their faces. Bran stared back at him, pleading
silently. It was obvious how much the idea excited him.

"Fuck," Owen muttered, shaking his head. "Okay, but nobody else hears about
this, ever! Got it?" There was a collective cheer from the boys still in
the pool, while Chris, stood beside him, looked just about ready to pass
out!

The teacher cautiously moved his hands away. He had been honest when he
said he wasn't hard, his cock definitely not at full firmness yet, but it
was certainly close. He grabbed it through the wet lycra and gave it a
gentle squeeze.

Bran began to swim closer, the rest of the boys seeing his move as
permission to do the same. By the time the man's cock was at full mast, he
had a crowd of five horny boys in front of him in the pool and Chris still
standing at the side, his softened cock very rapidly stiffening again.

For a moment, Owen considered just brazenly removing the speedo and tossing
it aside, if only to try and show his own confidence, but he backed down at
the last moment and instead just pulled the front of the swimwear down. His
cock emerged, thick, long and shaved, the first 'adult' cock most of them
had seen in person.

Owen fixed his mind on Bran, knowing that thinking too much about the
younger boys would likely just slow the process. As exciting as the
exposure, the risk and the sheer adrenaline was, most of his spectators
were still just boys and this was clearly more for their enjoyment than his
own. He grabbed his cock and began stroking, starting slowly but quickly
gaining speed.

In the pool, Dusty's hands were in his speedo, but the subtle movements and
extreme blushing made it clear he was trying not to be noticed. Eric and
Benji, never the most subtle anyway, were very openly jerking each other
off, an arm around each other as they did it. Behind them, Bran was,
surprisingly, not even touching himself. His eyes were fixed on the older
man, taking in every inch, memorising every moment and while he was
exceptionally aroused, he wanted to save his excitement for later with
Owen.

Kyle looked thoroughly bewildered. The near-naked man masturbating was
almost mind-breakingly exciting and something that would fuel wank
fantasies for years to come, but beside Owen, Chris remained naked and had
now begun masturbating again. The boy he was falling in love with, very
publicly jerking his way towards a second load, alongside a wanking
teacher; it was almost incomprehensible. Any anxiety he may have had about
jerking off with others around was completely brushed aside by the sheer
thrill of the moment.

Owen usually would have been a little more animated in playing with
himself, but despite the arousal, it was still somewhat embarrassing to be
pleasuring himself in front of students, so the thought of teasing a nipple
or fingering himself was just a little too far. Instead he just allowed his
fist to stroke rapidly back and forth as he felt an orgasm begin to build.

He was just moments from release when a thought suddenly struck him –
where should he cum? Usually he would just let it fly, he loved to get
messy and could usually get a good distance, but right in front of him was
the small group of students. Masturbating for them was already over the
line but cumming on them felt like just a few steps too far. He momentarily
considered shooting into his hand, just as Chris had done, but would that
lead to the expectation that he would 'clean up' in the same manner?

As his legs wobbled and he let out a low, guttural moan, the decision was
made. He aimed his cock up, shooting the first load straight into the air
before splattering down near his feet. The subsequent shots were aimed a
little further back, covering his own muscular torso with thick, white
streaks. He had just milked out the last few drops which dribbled into his
fingers when he felt something hit his leg.

Owen turned to the side and saw a mortified-looking Chris standing with his
cock in hand, remnants of his second orgasm dripping from his small
cock. The first spurt he shot had actually managed to hit the teacher. Owen
just stared at him for a second, the two sharing a moment of mutual
excitement and humiliation.

"There, that's better, isn't it!" Bran called out happily.

Owen blushed and slipped his cock back into the speedo.

"Now, about that race..." Bran said, the comment prompting the suddenly
embarrassed looking boys to swim back to the side of the pool as their
unsubtle masturbation was interrupted. "Whadda you say we make things... a
little more interesting?"

"I think things are already interesting enough, thank you!" Owen said
sternly.

Bran grinned and ignored the comment as he suggested. "How about if Chris
wins, Mr B has to continue wearing just a speedo for all swim practices for
the rest of term?"

Owen looked less-than-amused. While he was not shy about his body, he
certainly found it harder to keep control of the various teams when he was
dressed for swimming. The boys, however, seemed to very much like the
forfeit.

"And if Mr B wins," Bran went on, grinning at Chris. "Chris remains naked
at all swim practices for the rest of the year!"

"Oooooh!" the other boys chorused, looking from Bran round to the two
cum-covered competitors who stood ready at the end of the pool.

"Brandon, that is ridiculous!" Owen admonished him.

"Sounds like someone's scared he's gonna lose a race to a twelve-year-old!"
Eric taunted.

Owen scowled. "Far from it, I fully expect to win, I just don't think it's
fair to inflict a punishment like that on Chris for a race he didn't
request and a bet he didn't ask to make!"

"I'm okay with it!" Chris quickly offered. He regretted it almost
immediately, but his enjoyment of humiliation had kicked in for a moment
and the thought of such a forfeit was wildly exciting.

"You heard him!" Bran called out. "Okay, get in position!"

"Chris, you don't have to do this!" Owen whispered to the boy beside him.

Chris smiled sweetly. "I know, but it's fun!"

Owen sighed. Somehow, masturbating in front of six students was suddenly
not the strangest part of his day! He shook out his limbs a little to
loosen up. While he was confident he could beat Chris, he wanted to be at
his best anyway.

"On your marks... get set... GO!" Bran called out excitedly.

They both got off to a flawless start, diving in perfectly. While the boys
began to cheer, mostly for Chris, there was not really much for them to
watch, neither Chris nor Owen had broken the surface yet, swimming
underwater for the whole length.

The race was exceptionally close as they neared the end of the first
length, but ultimately it was the turn that changed the fortunes. While
Chris broke the surface and kicked away hard from the end, Owen pulled off
a perfect manoeuvre that allowed him to spin effortlessly under the water
and then kick off the end flawlessly. It gave him an instant lead and while
Chris made up some time on the return lap, Owen was clearly the winner.

With the others cheering, as much for the knowledge of Chris' forfeit as
for the actual spectacle of the race, Owen and Chris grinned at each other,
panting slightly as they gripped the side of the pool. They swam close and
grabbed each other in an almost-hug that lasted just a second.

"Great race!" Owen said honestly.

"That turn was nuts. We were so close and then you were just gone!" Chris
said in awe.

"Let me coach you and you'll be even better than I am in no time!" Owen
urged the boy.

Chris grinned and nodded. "Okay, I'll do it!" he said happily.

"Excellent. And don't worry, I'm not gonna hold you to Bran's ridiculous
bet!" Owen said, knowing Chris had likely just got caught up in the
excitement of the moment.

"How about I only do it in our extra practices?" Chris offered slightly
nervously.

Owen chuckled. "We'll see!"

*****

The boys had stayed away from the dorm for the rest of the day and well
into the evening, ensuring Casey was given plenty of peace to rest and
recover. By the time they all turned in for the night, he was back up in
his bunk and sound sleep again.

Benji and Eric had done their usual routine of spending a little time
together in bed enjoying each other's company before separating back to
their own bunks to get space to sleep. Bran had been quick to settle down,
knowing he had a quiet alarm set on the phone under his pillow to wake him
up around midnight so he could sneak off to spend more time with Owen.

Dusty had been quite relaxed for a change, with no Eric/Benji fights to
mediate and no other apparent drama in the dorm, he was able to head to bed
quite happy. Chris and Kyle had cuddled up together in Kyle's bed, making
out for a while as the others began to fall off to sleep.

Kyle let out a hearty yawn and nuzzled himself against Chris happily.

"Actually, d'you mind if we don't share tonight?" Chris whispered.

"Oh, sure, you need some space?" Kyle asked, worried he was already
becoming too clingy.

"From you? Never!" Chris said, kissing the other boy on the lips for a few
seconds. They both let out a happy little mew as they parted. "I actually
wanted to climb up and sleep with Casey. He looked after me the first night
when I was upset, so now he's sick I wanna be there to look after him too!"

"Oh my God, that's too cute!" Kyle said, grinning. "Well so long as he
keeps his hands to himself, I'm good with that!"

"You're the best!" Chris said, kissing Kyle again before slipping out of
the bed and starting up the ladder to Casey's bunk. He carefully lay down
at the teen's side, trying not to disturb him.

Unfortunately, the movement was enough to make Casey stir and he began to
wake. Feeling a body at his side he mumbled, "Gabe?"

Chris felt bad for waking him but smiled at the mention of the other
name. It was quite obvious that Casey was somewhat smitten with his former
schoolmate. "No, sorry, it's just me, Chris," he whispered back.

"Oh, hey," Casey said, smiling through a yawn. "What time is it?"

"About ten-thirty," Chris guessed. "How you feeling?"

Casey thought for a moment. He had been asleep for so much of the afternoon
and evening that he hadn't really felt much of anything. "Not perfect, but
waaaay better! Thanks!"

"Good," Chris said with a sweet smile. "It wasn't the same today without
you!"

"Aww, thanks bud," Casey said, shuffling round slightly to slip an arm
underneath Chris. "Why don't you tell me what thrills I've missed today?"

Chris cast his mind back over the day and grinned, not having really
considered what a crazy day it had been until then. "Well we watched a
movie this morning, but Dusty got a bit upset cos we were coupled up and he
was missing Zach, I think maybe we should do something else to cheer him up
tomorrow. But we kinda made him feel better with lots of cuddles and stuff,
cos we all just kinda piled on. Benji called it a cuddle puddle, it was so
silly!" Chris began explaining, continuing to talk through the rest of the
morning.

Casey could almost feel himself nodding off again, but his eyes shot open
as Chris began to explain what had happened in the pool.

"No fucking way!" Casey exclaimed in utter disbelief. "You're making that
shit up!"

"Nope, swear on my life, all true, but you can't tell anyone else. I don't
think I was even meant to tell you, but I know you're cool so you won't
blab," Chris went on. He continued on, summarising the evening, but it all
seemed a little tame compared to the afternoon. "So how's your day been?
Seen much of Gabe?" he finished, grinning wickedly at the mention of the
young man who had caught Casey's attention.

Casey couldn't help smiling as he nodded. "Yeah, he came up and spent the
afternoon with me, it was really sweet," Casey explained, deliberately not
mentioning the awkwardness of the previous night.

"So d'you think you and him are gonna... ya know... get together?" Chris
asked, unashamedly prying.

Casey just shrugged. He knew what Gabe had said, but he also knew how keen
he still was to make it happen.

"So... what are you actually hoping for?" Chris asked, slightly
confused. "I mean, you gave us the whole 'relationships are bad and if you
try to have one you'll die' speech yesterday..."

"Now quite how I put it!" Casey objected.

"Well close enough. But if you're not after a relationship, you just want
him for a one-off thing? Seems like a lot of chasing just for a hookup. I
mean, you've seen you, right? Most guys at the school would jump at the
chance to do you!" Chris said, more than a little confused.

Casey sighed. Chris made a good point, one that Gabe himself had been
getting at earlier. It was a question he had been pushing aside ever since
he began actively pursuing the former student, but how long could he really
ignore it? "There's... more to it than that," Casey tried to fob the boy
off. It was true, he was definitely feeling a lot more things than the boy
seemed to grasp, but just like earlier, now did not feel like the time for
it. "But back to your day... did you really jizz on a teacher?"

"Yeah, it was so embarrassing. I could have died!" Chris said dramatically.

Casey chuckled. "I love how you say embarrassing like it's such a bad thing
yet your cock does this!" He playfully flicked the boy's erection. "Sorry,
I'll keep hands to myself. You're virtually a married man now!"

The smile dropped from Chris' face. "Yeah, I guess so!" he whispered.

"Oof, trouble in paradise?" Casey whispered back, conscious of the need to
ensure the others didn't listen in on such a private matter.

Chris let out a gentle sigh. "No, no problem, I just... I really like Kyle,
he's sweet and funny and sexy and I love being with him, but... it's not
really who I imagined myself being with."

"Well... are you happy?" Casey asked simply. He got a nod in response. "And
is Kyle happy?" Another nod. "Then what else do you really need to think
about? Maybe just enjoy being happy for a while!"

Chris smiled and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. I shouldn't overthink!"

"OVER think?" Casey asked with a snigger. "Now there's a problem I bet you
don't get often!"

"Ugh, can tell you're feeling better!" Chris said, reluctantly grinning at
the playful insult he had received. "I came up to look after you, but if
you're better now, I can go!"

"You're not going anywhere!" Casey said, gripping tightly onto the younger
boy.

"Good!" Chris said happily as he nuzzled against the large teen. "Hey,
maybe if you're feeling better tomorrow you can take me to the pool and I
can give you a re-enactment of today!"

Casey chuckled again. "Wow, you're just a horny little bitch, aren't you!"

Chris chuckled and teasingly pressed his boner against Casey's leg as he
got comfortable, the two boys cuddling together until they finally fell
asleep.


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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/

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Possession - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/
Jack Hamilton - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/
Phil's Naked Adventures - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/
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