Date: Mon, 14 Jun 2021 00:51:41 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Half-Term at Kingswood - Chapter 8

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Half-Term at Kingswood
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Day 8
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Saturday 26 October 2019

Their last night together for half-term had been spent much like the
previous night, in a large heap of naked bodies and tangled limbs together
in dorm 1.04. After the epic sex-fest Owen had been subjected to, the boys
had refused to allow him to leave, insisting he stay with them for the
night. While he had been keen to get back to his own room, if only to get
Bran alone to make good on his promise to fuck him, his young lover had
been just as keen on the idea of him staying as the others were.

While Owen had slept with an arm around Bran, their heads resting against
each other, Chris had nestled in between them at some point in the
night. The others were positioned all around them.

It was still dark when Owen awoke, so he knew it was still early enough
that he didn't have to be up yet for anything official. He gave Bran a
gentle nudge, waking him. The boy let out his usual 'it's too early' moan.

"I still owe you something," Owen whispered.

Just like that, Bran was awake and carefully sliding out of the 'cuddle
puddle' with Owen. Many of the boys stirred as they left, but they seemed
to remain mostly asleep. Owen did feel bad momentarily as Chris had been
left laying alone as the bodies from both side of him were now gone, but
Casey sleepily reached out and pulled him into a tight hug, the boy almost
disappearing as he was engulfed in Casey's muscular grip.

Owen briefly looked for his clothes before remembering he had been brought
into the room fully naked. Bran seemed to have no such issues and happily
crept towards the door nude. The hallway felt cold beneath their bare feet,
the still, chilli air of the morning engulfing their exposed skin as they
stepped out into it.

"You okay?" Bran asked as the door quietly closed behind them. "I know last
night was... a lot!"

"Bit of an understatement!" Owen said, raising his eyebrows, but as he saw
Bran look a little worried he added, "But I'm okay, it was... definitely
fun! Are you okay? I mean, I got the feeling you liked seeing me... used,
but still..."

"Oh, no, that was hot. And it was just sex. That's why I saved your kisses
for me!" Bran said happily as they opened the door to Owen's apartment.

"Yeah, I noticed that, so I've been saving them up for you!" Owen said,
grinning as he grabbed the boy and kissed him briefly on the shoulder, the
neck, the cheek, the nose and eventually the lips.

Bran giggled contentedly until Owen's lips pressed against his own, then
slowly melted against him, reaching round to grab hold of his back as they
kissed. Their lips parted leaving them stood holding each other in
contented silence.

Owen led Bran to the end of the short hallway, looking at the living area
to the left and the bedroom through the door. He looked at Bran
questioningly then followed as the teen took the lead and moved through
into the living area. Owen was surprised. He knew Bran wanted to be fucked,
wanted to lose his anal virginity specifically to the teacher he had
idolised for years, yet he seemed to be putting it off.

Bran nudged the man onto the sofa, then lay sideways on the seat beside
him, head in his lap, legs draped over the arm as he looked up and smiled.

Owen could feel a heaviness in his chest. There was definitely excitement
over what was to come, an act they had been working toward for days, but by
that evening their relationship would be over. It wasn't like they wouldn't
see each other again; Owen was still his teacher and they would retain
their professional relationship, but it would be as teacher and student
again. He casually played with Bran's hair, looking down into his face as
his other hand traced random shapes on the boy's bare chest, occasionally
catching a nipple with his finger.

"I can't believe how quickly this week's gone," Owen said softly, shaking
his head.

Bran just nodded silently.

"By tomorrow night, this place'll be full again!" Owen continued musing.

Bran nodded once more.

"Are you okay?" he asked, hearing the boy's silence.

Another nod. A pause. A shake of the head.

Owen wanted to comfort the boy, but all he could say was, "Me neither!"

"Fuck it!" Bran said, suddenly sitting up. "I'm not doing this! I'm
not... moping, I'm not crying, I'm not gonna be some whiney emo bitch just
because this is ending. We've got time still, so we're gonna go into that
bedroom, you are gonna fuck my brains out and we're gonna enjoy the time we
have left. Got it?"

Owen was a little shocked. He had been on the verge of tears and had
genuinely expected Bran to be in an even worse state, so it was more than a
little surprising. "That... sounds like a really good plan!" Owen said,
grinning. He jumped to his feet then held out a hand to Bran, who took it
and followed into the bedroom.

They were kissing again by the time they reached the bed. They collapsed
onto it together, hands roaming, mouths locked. The only time their lips
parted was when Owen raised two fingers to his mouth to lick them. By the
time the slick digits found Bran's hole, they were kissing once again.

Bran let out a delighted groan into Owen's mouth as he felt the fingers
slide inside him. They felt a little uncomfortable, but he supposed that
was the reason for loosening him up in the first place. Owen had made it
clear that he wanted Bran to be as prepared as possible for his first time,
but circumstances had just continued to get in the way and their
preparations had not quite been carried out, though they both still seemed
determined to proceed.

Their cocks pressed together as they rolled around, playfully wrestling
each other to be the one on top, first one of them getting the upper hand,
then the other.

Owen began to slip in a third finger, taking it slowly as Bran lay on the
bed, hands resting above his head. He reached down and licked from hip, to
pit, to elbow on one long motion then took the boy's nipple into his mouth.

"Oh God. Fuck!" Bran moaned at the dual stimulation to his nipple and ass.

"Are you ready?" Owen asked, reaching out to grab a condom from the
night-stand.

"Yeah but..." Bran started, grabbing Owen's hand. "Maybe... not with that?"

Owen exhaled sharply. "Bran, I'm not sure..."

"I trust you. Completely!" Bran said with absolute sincerity.

"I know, and I trust you too, but still..." Owen replied. Sex education at
the school was, as you would expect, exemplary, both in the form of formal
lessons and guidance from mentors. Regardless of the virtual non-existence
of STDs and STIs at the school, safe sex was still the norm.

"Please, I just... I only get one first time and I'm only getting one time
with you, please... I wanna feel you inside me. Just you!" Bran pleaded.

It was a good thing their relationship was ending as Owen was proving to be
completely incapable of resisting the boy's desires. If they were staying
together, he could only imagine the sort of trouble that would get him
in. He smiled at the boy, leaned down to kiss him and said, "Okay, but you
know you should always..."

"Always use protection, yes, I know, I remember the lessons!" Bran said,
rolling his eyes. As he looked at the man again, he felt a little bad for
the reaction and said quietly, "Thank you!"

"You thought about any position you'd like?" Owen asked, putting down the
condom and grabbing lube instead. Using one hand to apply it to his cock
and slipping the three fingers, now with proper lube, back inside the boy,
looking at him expectantly.

Bran shook his head. "No, I want you to do what you like. You know this
stuff better than I do, so show me how it's done!" It wasn't any kind of
taunt or tease, it was simply a genuine admission of his own experience and
further expression of the trust he had for the man.

Owen smiled and nodded. "Okay, let's start easy!" he said, lifting Bran's
legs and positioning himself to push to his cock against the boy's hole. He
felt the head begin to push into the tight ring and paused, looking down at
Bran again he asked, "You sure about this?"

"Completely," Bran replied. "Fuck me, Mr B!" he said with a wicked grin.

Owen let out a low growl and began to push into him.

"Unnnnh!" Bran moaned as he felt his hole stretching to accommodate the
head of the man's cock. He moaned again as he felt himself contract
slightly as the head passed its widest point. "Oh God," he said, eyes wide
with absolute delight.

Owen was almost as euphoric. The sheer, virginal excitement of the boy,
finally being inside him, the tightness of his hole, the feeling of doing
something so taboo, all of it together was a heady mix that made his heart
pound and his cock pulsate. Then he looked down and saw the look on Bran's
face and almost lost it. He slowly pushed in another inch, then eased back
a little. Another push and out again. Bran's hands grabbed at Owen's, their
fingers interlinking as he slowly thrust deeper and deeper.

As the speed began to increase, Bran's breathing quickened with it, his
cock rigid and wet. He let go of Owen's hands, reached up to grab his head
and pulled him down into a kiss that lasted for several more thrusts. As
Owen pulled away, as much to get his own breath as to allow Bran to
breathe, the boy stared at him and said dreamily, "I love you so much!"

Owen was overwhelmed, unsure whether he was going laugh, cry, cum or
scream. Trembling, he grabbed the boy and kissed him again and as they
parted replied, "I love you too!"

Bran grinned uncontrollably. Hearing the man say it was everything he had
ever wanted, though it was hard to focus on that too much with the cock
inside him causing an entirely different kind of pleasure. He suddenly
pulled himself away, Owen's cock popping out of him.

"Lay on the bed," he said, rolling aside.

"What happened to me being in charge?" Owen asked with a wry grin, already
moving into place.

"Changed my mind! There a problem with that?" Bran asked cheekily.

"Not at all, your wish is my command!" Owen answered, watching happily as
Bran straddled him and began lowering himself onto the solid meat.

"Fuuuuuck," Bran groaned, a look of almost dream-like pleasure twisting his
face into a half-smile. He moaned repeatedly, the pitch getting a little
higher for each inch he slid down the teacher's cock. By the time he was
sitting flat on the man's lap, it was a high-pitched whimper, broken only
by his shaky breaths.

Owen let out a low moan of his own. The boy's ass was sublime and seeing
him sat there on top of him, his body lithe and firm, his cock rigid,
reaching up to the ceiling, he was a true vision of sexual beauty. He
reached out and placed a hand on his stomach, playfully teasing the trail
of hair, wanking him slowly with the other hand as Bran began to bounce on
his cock.

"Fuck me!" Owen gasped with pleasure as Bran began to pull himself further
off before slamming back down.

"Okay, right after this!" Bran said with a snigger, deliberately clenching
his butt to squeeze Owen's dick.

Owen chuckled at both the comment and the gesture. He could feel the
beginnings of an orgasm and knew it wouldn't be long until he was ready to
shoot. "Do you want me to... cum inside you?" he asked quietly.

"Oh... fuck... yes..." Bran moaned, sliding up and down the man's dick with
each word.

"Fuuuuuck," Owen moaned again, hands dropping to the sides and grabbing
into the bed.

Bran began a series of quick, short bounces and knew from the look on the
teacher's face it was enough to push him over the edge. He suddenly sat up,
grabbing Bran in a kiss as he shot inside him, his whole body quivering as
he did it.

"Turn round... quick!" Bran gasped as they parted. He climbed off and moved
behind Owen who knelt on all-fours, then grabbed the man's still slick-dick
to get the remnants of lube, rubbed it on his own cock and slammed hard
into his hole. Less than a dozen pumps later and Bran was returning the
favour, shooting in Owen's ass.

Gasping from the sudden orgasm, he collapsed forward onto Owen, who in turn
collapsed onto the bed. They lay together like that, the teen's softening
cock still inside him as they both caught their breaths, Bran's sweaty
chest against Owen's sweaty back. Exhausted and still catching his breath,
Bran still managed to kiss and nibble his way around Owen's neck and
shoulders as he lay on top of him.

It was several minutes before either of them made any attempt to move. Owen
nudged the boy who raised himself a little, then rolled over so they were
now laying face-to-face.

Bran propped himself up, staring down at the man he had dreamed of for so
long. "I meant it you know. I do love you!" He raised a hand, playfully
sliding a finger around the man's jaw, then up to his face to sweep across
his lips.

Owen quickly opened his mouth and grabbed the finger in his teeth, but then
released it and sucked on it instead for just a moment. As it was pulled
out, he replied, "Yeah, I meant it too!"

Owen knew what was coming. 'We love each other. We need to stay
together. This can't end now.' He had been preparing himself for it all
week, steeling himself to stay firm in ending it as agreed. But now that
the time had come, he wasn't sure he could do it.

"That's why you're right," Bran said, voice dripping with sadness. "We have
to end it!"

"We... do?" Owen had intended it as agreement, but it came out as a
question.

"If I'm with you, I won't keep it a secret. How could I? I'd be shouting it
from the fucking rooftops, because... well, I'm me!" Bran explained with a
sad chuckle.

Owen smiled. It was a rather good summation.

"But as happy as that would make me... it'd destroy you and... I can't risk
that. Knowing I'd hurt you would literally kill me!" Bran said frankly.

"I think you mean figuratively!" Owen corrected him.

Bran stared back for a moment, shook his head slowly and said, "I don't!"

"Oh," Owen said, not his most eloquent reaction. He closed his eyes for a
second. This was not what he had expected. He had thought the boy would
demand more, and knowing his own track record, had expected himself to give
in and allow it. It was just yet another surprise the boy had managed to
pull off in a week of surprises. He raised a hand and caressed the boy's
cheek. "Do you know how absolutely amazing you are?"

Bran pouted a little, but then a smirk slipped through as he said, "I do,
but tell me anyway!"

Owen laughed. It was the most Bran-like thing he had ever heard. He reached
up to share one final kiss with the boy.

*****

Chris was sat alone on one of the sofas in the dorm facing away from the
rest of the room. Kyle had gone for a shower and the others were mostly
doing their own thing. He turned to see who else was around and saw Eric
and Benji sat together on the vacant bunk below Eric's.

The two fourteen-year-olds were whispering to each other and
giggling. While Chris knew that it likely meant some kind of prank was on
the way, he couldn't help enjoying the sight. Considering he had only known
them for a week, he felt surprisingly attached to them. Their regular
arguments had caused a lot of tension during half-term, but that now seemed
a distant memory. The previous day, they had decided to rewind their
relationship, to basically break up and revert to the friends they had been
for years before getting together.

As Eric got up, grabbing a towel to presumably go shower before breakfast,
Benji turned and noticed the younger boy watching. He smiled as Chris
grinned at him. "I see ya looking!" Benji said playfully. He span round to
swing his legs off the bunk and stood up. "I'm back on the market for less
than a day and I've already got an admirer, I'm flattered!"

"Shut up, you tit!" Chris said, sniggering as he shook his head.

"Oh, you did not just call me that!" Benji said, feigning being
offended. He lunged at Chris, grabbing him as he rolled over the back of
the sofa, dragged him down onto the floor in front of it then deftly rolled
back onto his feet and stood over the boy menacingly. "You wanna say that
again?" he asked, placing a foot gently on the boy's chest.

Chris stared up at him for a moment, looking intimidated, but the facade
quickly cracked as he grinned and said, "Tit!" He swiped at Benji's other
foot. He wasn't quite strong enough to pull it out from under him
completely, but it was enough make the older boy stagger sideways and
collapse onto one of the seats.

"Nice move!" he said, grudgingly, pushing himself into a sitting position.

"Thanks, ya tit!" Chris teased, jumping up into the seat beside him,
casually pulling the teen's arm around his shoulder and leaning against
him.

Benji smirked. Physical affection was far from rare at Kingswood, the boys
there much more inclined to hug, cuddle or otherwise touch their friends
and classmates, but Chris was certainly at the more extreme end of it,
always seemingly cuddled up to one person or another. "You're lucky we're
friends. I've kicked ass for less!" Benji threatened with absolutely no
menace.

Chris just chuckled and nudged his head against the taller boy's chest. He
let out a wistful sigh.

"Oof, that was a big one, what's up bud?" Benji asked, hearing the heavy
exhalation.

"You and Eric... you were friends before you got together, right?" Chris
asked thoughtfully.

"Best mates, yeah!" Benji nodded, leaning slightly off to the side so he
could look down at the boy cuddled against him.

"But you broke up!" Chris said, clearly just thinking aloud.

"Yeah, twice now!" Benji confirmed.

Chris went to reply, but instead just took a breath and remained silent.

"Is this... about you and Kyle?" Benji asked, never the most insightful,
but even this was a situation he could read.

"Sort of," Chris said, frowning.

"You're really cute together!" Benji said honestly, giving the boy a quick
squeeze.

"Bitch, I'm cute with anyone!" Chris replied, then blushed a little and
said, "Yeah, I can't pull off sassy, can I?"

"Not even a little bit!" Benji sniggered. "So are you worried that whatever
you've got starting with Kyle will mess up your friendship?"

"Sort of," Chris repeated.

Benji sighed heartily, shaking his head. "Mate, if you want my pearls of
wisdom, I'm gonna need a bit more to go on than 'sort of', okay?"

Chris nodded, smirking. He took another deep breath and explained, "Me and
Kyle, we've got this other friend and..." He paused, looking round, worried
who else might hear. "I think I like him, but he's... he's important to me
and if... no offence... if we ended up like you and Eric were before, it'd
kill me!"

Benji nodded. "Yeah, that was... well, it's been tough. I mean, I know
we're all, like, chummy now and things are definitely good, but... we'll
never be exactly what we were before!"

"So you regret it?" Chris asked, frowning.

"Yes... no... both maybe, I dunno. You should ask Eric, he's the brains,
I'm just the looks!" Benji said, clearly using humour to avoid the
difficult subject.

"Maybe later," Chris said, sensing the conversation had gone as far as
Benji was comfortable. He just cuddled up against him quietly.

*****

Breakfast was just coming to an end and the mood had fluctuated greatly. It
had initially been somewhat melancholy as the group realised it was their
final meal together, but their spirits quickly rose as they began joking
with each other about the week and the things they'd done.

"So when we're done here," Owen instructed the group, "You can all head up
to the dorm, get your stuff together and move back in to your own dorms. If
you can do it pretty quick so we can get the room all cleaned up ready for
the returning boys."

"Okay, done!" Kyle said, grinning. He had no moving to do, with dorm 1.04
already being his regular home.

"Now why can't you all be that efficient?" Owen joked, shooting Kyle a
playful wink. "After that, you are officially released back into the wild!"

The boys laughed at the comment as they started to get up but as they began
heading for the door, Bran called out, "Everyone, can I... have a
moment..." he paused, smiling sincerely. "I know a few of you have stayed
at school for half-term breaks before, so I think you can agree this one
was... well, let's just say even more fun than they usually are!"

"Too right!" Casey agreed happily.

"And I know we talked about this yesterday, about how we'll never really
all hang out together again, but... we'll still be mates and I'll always be
here if any of you need anything!" Bran said, getting murmurs of agreement
from the others. "But as the unofficial master of half-terms at Kingswood,
I just wanna say thank you, to all of you, for making this week as awesome
as it was!"

Nobody said anything. Instead, Bran suddenly found himself engulfed by the
other boys in a group hug. With the boys all together, Owen moved in and
grabbed hold of the mass of bodies too. He reached over and mussed Bran's
hair, the two exchanging a longing but accepting look.

"Best week ever!" Bran said, sniffing back a tear.

*****

Casey had just finished getting settled back into dorm 3.13. It had been a
strange experience being back in one of the 8-person dorms for the
week. Like everyone, he had spent his first three years down on the first
floor, sharing with seven others, before spending Years 10 and 11 on the
second floor in a 4-person dorm and had only moved up onto the third floor
at the beginning of term.

The room felt small, compared to 1.04 but it was still nice to be home. He
had dumped most of his clothes from the week straight into the laundry and
quickly put away his other few items he had taken down for the week. He
looked round the two-man dorm, furnished with just two beds, two desks, two
wardrobes and two night-stands. It was tidy, something he knew would not
last once his room-mate Ryder returned later that day.

Ryder was great, definitely one of the best friends Casey could have ever
hoped for and definitely one of his top choices to share a room with for
his final two years at the school. He was certainly not a tidy person
though. As much as they tried to keep to their own sides of the room,
Ryder's mess always seemed to find a way to creep over.

The other good thing about Ryder... he was popular, in pretty much every
sense of the word. He was in every team and club he could squeeze into his
calendar and when he wasn't at any of the school's official activities, he
loved to indulge in the more 'unofficial' ones. As a result, he was almost
never in the dorm, which somehow made the sheer volume of mess he produced
all the more perplexing, but untidiness wasn't what was on Casey's mind
right then, it was privacy! A two-person dorm with a mostly absent
room-mate gave him the perfect space to be with Gabe!

As he lay on his bed, playing with his phone, he kept stopping to listen,
hoping to hear footsteps outside that would indicate Gabe had finished his
work and was coming up for some of those 'unofficial' school activities!

By the time there was finally a knock at the door, he was virtually out of
his mind with anticipation. He had seen Gabe that morning at breakfast, but
they were determined to be exponentially more subtle about their forbidden
relationship than Owen and Bran had been and played it very cool.

"Finally!" Casey said happily as he pulled the door open.

Gabe went to speak, but instead felt himself get yanked into the room as
Casey grabbed a handful of his top and pulled. The moment the door slammed
shut, they were kissing. Whatever Gabe had intended to say was lost as the
two young men embraced.

Even as Gabe was pressed against the back of the door with Casey nibbling
at his neck, stretching the neckline of his top to reveal more skin to be
kissed, he remained silent aside from his pleasured mewing. He allowed his
own hands to playfully roam Casey's body.

When Casey finally came up for air, his frantic kissing had left his
glasses slightly askew. Gabe reached up and, smiling, straightened them.

"Ugh, I hate them!" they said in perfect unison, Casey expressing his
annoyance at the glasses and Gabe mocking the comment he knew was coming.

"Oh ha ha!" Casey said, rolling his eyes and shaking his head at the
playful mockery.

Gabe kissed the pouting teen on the cheek and looked at him, waiting for a
smile but never got one. A kiss on the other cheek. Still no smile. He
leaned in and kissed him on a lips for a few seconds, pulled back and
waited as a reluctant smile finally curved up the corners of Casey's
mouth. "That's better," he said, leaning in to playfully rubbing Casey's
nose with his own.

"I was kinda worried you might have changed your mind!" Casey confessed.

Gabe smirked. "I was about to say the same thing to you!"

"Nah, I kinda like you, I figured you're worth a shot," Casey said with a
casual shrug.

"Ugh, such romance!" Gabe said sarcastically.

"That's me!" Casey said, sniggering, though the smile dropped a
little. "Honestly though," he paused and sighed, "I'm still finding it hard
thinking about what happens after next year!"

"Five hundred and sixty seven!" Gabe answered.

"Erm.... what?" Casey asked, thoroughly bewildered.

"That's how many days until you finish at Kingswood... roughly anyway,"
Gabe explained.

"You counted?" Gabe asked, surprised. "You fucking nerd!" he teased.

Gabe shrugged, unashamedly nerdy. "I know it's a big thing for you,
actually dating someone, and I know you're already gonna be freaking
yourself out about leaving here and ending this, but I have the opportunity
to give you five hundred and sixty-seven amazing days before then! Even if
I only manage it on one in ten days, that's still fifty-six point seven
amazing days!"

"Oh my God, are you actually trying to seduce me with maths?" Casey asked,
grinning.

"Kinda," Gabe confessed. "Is it working?"

"You tell me!" Casey replied, leaning in, his erection speaking for him.

"Oh my!" Gabe giggled as he felt the firmness against his own. "I would
very much like to fuck you now, if that's okay with you?"

Casey giggled at the comedic formality of the request, then frowned. "Wait,
you wanna fuck ME? I thought... I'd be topping!"

"Oh what, because you're all big," Gabe mocked a little, placing his hands
on Casey's chest, then sliding them round to grab his biceps, "And
muscular..." his hands moved back down onto his stomach, "And... sorry,
kinda lost my train of thought there," he giggled playfully. "But
seriously, you'll get your turn. For now, take off your clothes, get on all
fours and prepare yourself, because I'm fucking you. Is that clear?"

"Crystal!" Casey said, slightly excited by the man's dominance. As he
quickly stripped, he found the situation increasingly exciting. Since he
had had his growth spurt and really built the muscles, he had always been
the top when it came to sex, the big spoon in the cuddles after, the one
holding rather than being held. It just came with the body, so it was an
entirely welcome surprise to find himself pushed into the other role.

Gabe hadn't undressed, he had just stood watching Casey get naked, looking
him up and down, making him feel self-conscious in an excitingly nervous
way. Once the teen was naked, Gabe gestured at the bed and repeated, "I
told you to get on all fours!"

"But you're not even..." Casey began to disagree but was silenced by a
simple raise of the eyebrows. It was bizarre, it felt like he was reverting
to his younger self, to the shy, intimidated boy he had been when they
met. It was almost disorienting in its novelty and excitement. A slight nod
towards the bed was all it took for Casey to obey and climb on, assuming
the position.

Gabe moved next to him and smiled as he felt the boy's eyes fixed on
him. "Eyes down," he ordered. "You don't look at me unless I tell you
to. Understand?"

Casey nodded, staring straight down at his bed. Out of the corner of his
eye, he could tell Gabe was stripping... painfully slowly. He wanted to
look so bad, he almost did several times, but he felt a compulsion to obey,
to please his new lover. It wasn't subservience, he had dabbled in sub/Dom
stuff during Year 11 and while it had been fun, it had never really caught
on with him. This was more playful, more like roleplay.

"Where d'you keep your stuff?" Gabe asked flatly.

"Bottom drawer!" Casey answered just as curtly. He kept his eyes fixed in
place as he sensed the movement beside him, heard the drawer open and then
close again. More movement and he felt the end of the bed dip a little as
Gabe knelt behind him. There was a sudden coldness on his hole as lube was
squeezed straight onto it, presumably deliberately, with no warming first.

Casey let out a long, low moan as he felt Gabe's cock begin to push into
him. It was a slow but continuous push, taking the best part of a
tantalising minute before he felt the man's lap press against his
rear. Rather than pulling out, Gabe reached down around Casey and grabbed
his cock, which hung hard and heavy beneath him, a little lubricant still
on his fingertips.

Gabe finally began to slide back out, letting his hand mimic the movement
on Casey's cock until he popped out completely and his hand slid off the
teen's tool. As he began to push in again, he moved his hand back over the
head of Casey's cock, using his hand to mimic the ass engulfing his own
meat.

Casey went to look back, but stopped himself, remembering the
instruction. "Can I... look?" he asked shakily.

"No!" Gabe answered succinctly.

"Please," Casey pleaded.

"No!" Gabe repeated, now sliding back out.

As Casey moaned at the denial, Gabe began to pick up the pace, continuing
to stroke the teen's cock in time with his own movements. As he began to
feel himself getting close, he leaned down, resting his chest on Casey's
back, wrapping his other arm round and grabbing a pert nipple between his
thumb and forefinger.

"Oh God!" Casey whimpered.

"Don't cum!" Gabe growled.

"I can't... I mean.... you're gonna..." Casey tried to explain, but words
kept failing him.

Gabe knew what Casey was trying to say, but without acknowledging it, he
loosened his grip on the cock in his hand, his fingers barely grazing it
but continuing to move up and down in time with his own thrusts. "Don't cum
until I cum!" he instructed.

Casey let out a noise that was somewhere between a distraught whimper and a
pleasured moan, knowing he had very little control over what he did, but
still trying his best to hold back.

Miraculously, through Gabe's reduced contact and his own strength of will,
Casey still hadn't cum by the time the older man pulled out and shot a
thick, heavy load over his back. He felt a hand scraping his back, scooping
up the thick goo. Moments later, the hand was over his mouth, giving him
little choice but to lick it clean and swallow Gabe's spunk.

"Do you want to cum?" Gabe whispered.

"Yes!" Casey demanded.

"Beg for it!" Gabe hissed.

"Please let me cum!" Casey asked.

"You can do better than that!" Gabe said, giving the edging cock a slow
squeeze.

"Please, ugh, please let cum, I'm begging you. I need it. Pleeeeease, I
have to cum!" Casey begged, no longer sure if he was playing a role or
simply desperate.

"On your back!" Gabe snapped.

Casey turned over quicker than he would have thought possible. He would
have done pretty much anything to be allowed release. He kept his gaze
averted, unsure if the instruction still stood.

"You can look!" Gabe said, grinning. He felt a pounding in his chest as the
teen looked at him, his eyes heavy with longing and desire.

Casey watched as Gabe stood up, reached down and grabbed his legs and then
lifted. It took Casey a moment to realise what was happening but once he
did, he assisted the man in positioning him so his own cock was pointed
down at his face. "Okay, say that again!" Gabe taunted, giving the cock a
few strokes.

"Please let me cum!" Casey repeated, knowing it was about to get messy. He
didn't care. He would cum in his own face, not because he needed the orgasm
that much (though he did) but just because it was what Gabe
wanted. "Please, I have to..."

The final request went unfinished as a few more strokes took him over the
edge. Cumming in his own face was a new experience for the teen. Being a
dribbler, he had often marvelled at the other boys who could shoot a great
distance, always amused when he saw them accidentally get themselves in the
eye. He was beginning to know how they felt as his cock twitched wildly in
Gabe's grip, burping up glob after glob of cum which spattered down heavily
onto his face.

As the pleasure subsided and fatigue set in, Casey held up less of his own
weight, putting more on Gabe who collapsed beneath it, toppling down onto
the bed. He crawled round and flopped down with his head alongside Casey's,
face down. They lay together for a few minutes, their hands slowly moving
together until their fingers locked.

At the same time, they both turned to face each other, grinning.

"Look at the fucking state of you!" Gabe chuckled, the spunk beginning to
liquefy and dribble down the contours of the teen's face.

"I think I like... bottoming for you!" Casey said, almost breathing
normally now. He reached over and tightly grasped one of Gabe's
buttocks. "But believe me when I say you're gonna enjoy doing it for me
too!"

"Five hundred and sixty-seven days of this," Gabe said, smiling. "I think
I'm okay with that!"

"Yeah," Casey said, leaning in to kiss the older man, leaving a hint of cum
on his face. "Me too!"

*****

"All done?" Eric asked, grinning as he saw Benji approaching.

"Done what? I didn't do anything!" Benji said, smirking. The only thing the
two friends were better at than pranking was not getting caught. Their
absolute ability to cover up was what had allowed them to go mostly
unpunished for their whole school careers.

On this particular occasion, they had set up a prank for the rest of their
year group, though it would not come to fruition for at least a couple of
days. They had considered rigging something up as a surprise for them all
their first night back, but that would just make it too obvious who had
done it, so they opted for the long game instead.

They were out the front of the building, enjoying the morning sun and the
final few minutes of peace. A couple of cars had already turned up in the
car park, the boys who were most keen to be back, or as was more often the
case, the parents who were most keen to be rid of them!

As Benji sat down beside Eric, he leaned on him casually.

"You okay?" Eric asked, lifting his shoulder a little to nudge the other
boy.

"Yeah, I am," Benji answered honestly. "Did Chris speak to you at all?"

"About...?" Eric enquired.

"I dunno, us... dating... friendships... that sorta thing!" Benji
explained.

Eric shook his head. "No, was he supposed to?"

Benji sat up and shrugged. "I guess not. He was just asking stuff this
morning about it, that's all."

"And you told him to speak to me?" Eric asked, raising an eyebrow
curiously.

"You.... do words... better!" Benji replied, deliberately playing dumb to
emphasise the point.

"You're better with them than you think!" Eric said, leaning sideways to
nudge his friend.

Benji smiled. "Wow, a compliment, we really are taking this 'not falling
out' thing seriously, aren't we?"

"Shut up!" Eric said, nudging him harder. He paused a moment and asked, "Do
you... think we made the right call?"

Benji shrugged, waited a moment while he thought and answered, "Well I get
my best friend back, I still have you in my life and I don't spend every
moment ready for the next argument. I don't see how that could ever be
anything other than the right choice!"

"And you say you're not good with words!" Eric said happily.

"And hey, things don't work out and we're both still single when we're
thirty, we can get back together and argue our way into old age!" Benji
joked.

"Now that sounds like a plan!" Eric agreed, throwing an arm around the
other boy's shoulder. "You know I love you, right?"

"I do," Benji replied softly. "And I... really don't blame you!"

Eric rolled his eyes and grabbed Benji's shirt, pulling him back so he fell
off the seat.

"Fine, I deserved that!" Benji replied, trying to act casual as he lay flat
on his back, almost making out he was laying there intentionally. Suddenly
he reached up and grabbed Eric too and called out, "And so do you!"

Eric fell back on top of him, both boys laughing as they wrestled their way
back up.

"Hey, look!" Eric suddenly declared, pointing across to the car park.

"Wow, Dusty's running, so he CAN do it!" Benji said playfully as they saw
their young former room-mate running towards a car that pulled up.

A boy the same age as Dusty climbed out and was immediately wrapped in a
hug by the breathless boy.

"Hnnh, guessing that's Zach," Benji said, smiling.

"Really? And here I was thinking Dusty was gonna greet everyone like
that. Maybe you're really the smart one after all!" Eric teased.

"Fuck off!" Benji snapped.

The two boys were wrestling again in moments, insults flying readily
between them.

*****

Chris lay on the sofa in dorm 1.01, his leg over the end, his arm hanging
off the side. "Ugh, it's so good to be home!"

Kyle shook his head from one of the sofas opposite. "You were, like, three
doors away!" he exclaimed.

"It felt further!" Chris said dramatically.

"And the rooms are basically identical!" Kyle added.

"It's not about the décor, it's about the heart!" Chris declared,
sitting up and clutching at his chest playfully.

"Can't imagine why you're in Drama Club," Kyle said dryly, sniggering to
himself.

"To be... or not to be..." Chris declared, holding a hand aloft,
"That... is such a cliché quote. Can I maybe interest you in some
MacBeth?"

"Huh?" Kyle asked, lost by any literary reference, clearly not as keen a
reader as Chris.

"Ugh, heathen!" Chris moaned, swooning onto the sofa with the back of his
hand against his forehead.

"You're nervous!" Kyle declared, sitting forward in his seat.

Chris just tilted his head to the side and looked at the other boy
questioningly.

"You get loud and hyperactive when you're nervous," Kyle explained. He
smiled shyly as he added, "It's cute!"

"Pfft, you're crazy!" Chris said defensively. He suddenly felt a bit
awkward about his phrasing, knowing the other boy actually did seem to have
some issues. "I mean... erm..."

Kyle chuckled. "It's fine, I'm okay with crazy, but in future I prefer the
term 'broken', okay?"

"Hey!" Chris said, swivelling round and jumping to his feet. "You're not
broken!" he insisted, sitting down beside Kyle and wrapping his arms around
him.

Kyle smiled at the loving gesture, but it quickly faded. "I kind of am," he
said with a clear tone of acceptance. "But you're good at fixing me, so I
guess we balance out!"

"I like fixing you!" Chris said, then kissed him playfully on the cheek.

"We should tell Danny about it; you know he gets off on fixing people!"
Kyle laughed. Right before their mutual friend had departed for the week,
the two boys had teased him about his penchant for helping people.

Chris chuckled weakly and said, a quiet, "Yeah."

"I thought so," Kyle said, face screwing up a little as he looked
thoughtfully at Chris. "He's what you're nervous about, isn't he!"

"No!" Chris insisted unconvincingly, leaning back in his seat and folding
his arms in front of him defensively. As Kyle looked on at him, eyes wide
and sad, he sighed and said, "Well... perhaps... a little bit!"

Kyle nodded and took a few deep breaths as silence hung between them. "If
you... wanna break up with me... I understand," he said quietly, but then
his eyes widened, this time in shock at his own words. "I mean, not that
I'm saying we're together, I know we haven't... ya know... said
that... or... or I guess... talked about it at all, so I'm not saying I've
just assumed anything, but, but... erm... well..."

"You're nervous!" Chris said, doing his best to imitate the other boy.

"Yeah, no shit!" Kyle snapped, surprising even himself with his
voracity. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap, but obviously I'm
nervous. But... I'm always nervous, that's kinda the... ya know... broken
thing we just talked about! So I'll pretty much just... just keep on
rambling because I just told you you could break up with me and you haven't
said anything back and I'm getting a bit... scared about it now
and... and..."

Chris leaned in and kissed the other boy. "Oh my God," Chris said, pulling
away as Kyle sat stunned. "Shut up and breathe!"

Kyle just nodded, taking a deep breath before gulping and taking a few
more.

Chris just looked at Kyle as he sat there on the verge of
hyperventilation. Did he really think he was going to get dumped just
because Danny was coming back? Did he feel like he was some kind of
stand-in or placeholder? Did he think, after how close they had gotten, the
kissing, the intimacy, that things could just end like that? He couldn't
help thinking the boy really was broken and felt a knot in his stomach at
the possibility he had maybe been causing some of the damage himself.

"I'm sorry," Chris said, taking hold of Kyle's hand. The words were
supposed to put the other boy at ease, but the panicked look on his face
made it clear he thought things were going the other way. "I'm not breaking
up with you!" he quickly blurted out, if only to stop him from looking any
more upset.

"You're not?" Kyle asked, sounding somewhere between surprised and elated.

"Well no, because we never officially got together!" Chris explained. There
it was again, the panic spreading over his face. "We should have talked
about it," he went on, still holding Kyle's hand. "We said we were gonna
wait and... and speak to Danny about what might be happening, but then we
kinda went ahead and did stuff anyway. I like you Kyle, a lot!"

"But?" the other boy asked, shaking a little.

"But nothing," Chris said with a shrug. "That's just it. I like you a lot!"

"So we're... what?" Kyle asked, a little lost.

Chris raised his eyebrows, slightly frustrated to have to prompt, but he
said, "And this is where you're meant to say if you like me too!"

"Oh!" Kyle exclaimed, blushing. "Yeah, yeah I do. A lot!"

"Great, so... you like me, I like you, we've spent all week with our
tongues down each others' throats. I mean, I'm no expert on the matter, but
I think that makes us..." Chris trailed off, unsure of the right word.

"Boyfriends!" Kyle said, finally looking relieved.

Chris smiled at the sheer joy spreading over Kyle's face. Nodding gently,
he replied, "Yeah, yeah I think we are!"

"And Danny?" Kyle asked, brow furrowing once more.

Chris nodded. "He's... my best friend." It seemed like such an obvious
reply, but Chris felt a strange warmth as he said it. That's what Danny
was. They could have been more, but then they could have ended up like Eric
and Benji. No, best friends for life, that's what they had called each
other and that's what they would be, forever.

"Well... don't worry, I won't... give anything away until you have the
chance to talk to him!" Kyle promised.

"You'd best stay away then," Chris said with a snigger. "I know you have a
hard time resisting all of this!" He gestured to himself.

Kyle chuckled. "I'd say something funny, but you're not wrong!" He leaned
forward, placed a hand on Chris' chest and then kissed him, eventually
straddling his lap as the kiss continued.

Chris laughed playfully as Kyle sat back.

"What's funny?" Kyle asked, curious what could have amused him when he was
supposed to be getting aroused.

"My boyfriend is sitting on my lap!" Chris said. "I know it's not funny,
it's just... boyfriend!"

"Yeah, well... my boyfriend is about to get very lucky!" Kyle said back,
shuffling back so he could undo Chris' jeans. He pulled down the front of
his underwear and his four-inch erection sprang free.

"Wait, I... wanna jerk off!" Chris declared.

"Oh, how romantic!" Kyle said, looking thoroughly dejected.

"No, I mean... with you," Chris said blushing. "You remember last Saturday,
I jerked off for you because you were..."

"Nervous!" Kyle said, rapidly growing to despise the word.

"Yeah, so you just watched. I think... I'd like to watch you, while you
watch me... and I think you can do it!" Chris explained. He leaned forward
and kissed the other boy briefly, then corrected himself. "No, I know you
can do it!"

Kyle grinned at Chris' confidence in him. "Okay!" he said happily. He
jumped off of Chris' lap, pulling off his t-shirt and pushing his jeans and
boxers down to his ankles as he sat on the sofa opposite.

Chris copied the quick strip so both boys were sat mostly naked, both hard,
both grinning as they tentatively touched themselves. He was worried Kyle's
nerves might kick in again, but the sheer delight on his face seemed to
suggest he actually could do this as Chris had stated.

Neither boy spoke as they stroked themselves, their pace eventually
synchronising. They pulled their feet out of their clothing and stretched
them out, playfully meeting in the middle.

Kyle was first to cum, looking absolutely ecstatic that he had managed to
do so in front of another person as he covered his stomach in his load. As
pleased as he was with himself, he was staring at Chris with absolute
adoration. He knew he was far from over his issues, but this was still
progress and it was thanks to the masturbating boy in front of him.

"Oh fuuuuck!" Chris moaned, tossing his head back as he shot over himself,
enjoying the thought of Kyle watching him.

"Well this feels a bit familiar!" a voice called from the doorway.

Chris opened his eyes and saw Owen standing there. Caught somewhere between
amused and humiliated, he yelled out, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

All three of them burst into laughter, with Kyle quickly covering up. Chris
showed no such compunction, shamelessly sitting there naked and covered in
his cum as the teacher approached.

"I swear I'm not doing this on purpose!" Owen said with a chuckle. A week
earlier when he had walked in on the same thing, he had just made a comment
and walked away, as embarrassed by the discovery as the boy had been. The
events of the week had very rapidly changed that. "I was just coming to
talk about your new training schedule, but maybe I should come back later!"

"Oh, ya think?" Chris exclaimed, gesturing to the cooling puddles of cum on
his naked body.

"Well I tell ya what, I'll be catch up with you tonight after dinner and we
can make a plan. It'll be.... nice to see you with clothes on for a
change!" Owen said with a snigger.

Chris stared back at him for a moment, then said, "I don't know if you've
fully switched back yet, so this is risky, but... fuck you, Owen!" As Kyle
stared in shock and the teacher raised an eyebrow, he smiled sweetly and
said, "But now you're my teacher again, so.... Yes sir, Mr Beecham. I'll
see you later!"

Owen's eyes narrowed for a moment, knowing the boy was pushing his luck but
then laughed, shaking his head as he walked away.

"I really don't know how you get away with the stuff you do!" Kyle said
once the teacher was out of the room.

"Pure charm!" Chris said, grinning cheekily as he playfully rubbed his
spunk into his chest and stomach.

"If ya say so!" Kyle said as he pulled on his clothes.

Chris quickly re-dressed too as Kyle stood over him. "You did it!" he said
casually.

Kyle smiled, knowing what the other boy meant. "Yeah, thanks to you!"

"And you!" Chris urged the other boy to give himself some credit.

"Thanks to us then!" Kyle said, hopping back on the sofa beside him.

Chris grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss, mewing happily. He huffed as
he heard movement across the room again. It seemed Mr Beecham clearly
wasn't satisfied with interrupting them just the once. He turned, ready to
turn on the charm with the teacher again, but instead stared in shock as he
exclaimed, "Danny!"


TO BE CONTINUED IN TALES FROM KINGSWOOD – CHAPTER 14. COMING SOON.

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