Date: Sun, 8 Aug 2021 17:36:01 +0200
From: John Doe <mysubmissionemail48@gmail.com>
Subject: Supernatural Chapter 2 (Revised)

Supernatural

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CHAPTER 2

The next morning, Dylan found himself awake before everyone. He'd had a
restless sleep, which wasn't good before his first day of class. His mind
was everywhere. His consciousness almost couldn't fathom what he'd seen. He
pulled himself up, and was dressed before Jack even stirred awake.

Jack dressed; when he changed his briefs, he made no effort to hide; but he
was facing the other way, so Dylan only got to see his light skinny
bum. Still, it was quite the sight. And it triggered his memories from the
night before again. He still struggled to put it to rest in his head at
all.

The uniform was uncomfortable - A smart shirt, tie and blazer. Thankfully,
it was chilly and overcast, so the long pants weren't too hot. He looked
left; Jack was just finishing his tie. Dylan realized how good he looked in
uniform; and sighed. It seemed like this was going to be harder than he
thought, dealing with these thoughts and feelings; especially when Jack
looked at him, and gave him his sweet smile.

A bell went at 7, signaling breakfast. He kept with Jack as they walked out
the dorms. The fresh air of the courtyard felt amazing; the smell of the
gardens filled his nose. He felt hopeful again. He was in a brand new
school, after all. They made it to the dining room, and as Dylan walked
through the doors... and what did you know. Sitting at the 12th grade
table, watching him as he entered, was the Ginger Boy.

Dylan froze on the spot. He couldn't believe it. The boy smiled at him in
amusement. As their eyes locked, the image of his naked body and his dick
squirting cum filled Dylan's mind. He felt his dick start to grow real
quick. There was a second where Dylan thought ... no, there's no way he
knew that he'd seen him.  Jack brought him back to reality, bumping his
shoulder. "You alright?" He asked. Dylan blinked at him; when he looked
back, the boy wasn't looking at him anymore. He chatted lightly to someone
at his table. He realized his heart was beating insanely quickly.

There was something about that boy. He couldn't place it. But he knew,
there was... something.

They got in line to grab breakfast - Dylan just took a bowl of cereal. He
and Jack sat opposite each other; as his new friend told him more about his
Anime Hobby, Dylan watched his gentle face; realizing how pretty his tall
friend actually was. That, and he couldn't get the image of him wanking out
his head. By the time he finished his cereal, he had to wait 5 minutes for
the boner he'd gotten to go down.

After breakfast, back to the dorms to fetch his school things. He was given
a key for a locker in the school - he just had to find it. Jack had a vague
idea. They heaved their bags onto their backs and headed for the main
building. The school premises were big. It was almost a maze - Dylan's
locker was on the first floor near the Math's department. It was also just
across the way from Jack's, thankfully.

As Dylan unpacked most of his bags, he looked at his schedule - a busy day
of Physics, English, Math and Chemistry. He couldn't wait for the day to be
over - mainly because that meant he could finally climb into the pool. He
was here on a Swimming Scholarship, after all.

The bell gave him a fright; he took his required books, and he and Jack
headed towards the science department. Thank goodness, Jack was in his
first class - the teacher also hardly noticed his presence as he sat at the
only open chair, next to a boy with questionable hygiene. However, his
second lesson had no Jack - and to make matters worse, the English teacher,
a happy woman named Ms. Pecker, made him stand to introduce himself.

The day seemed to drag on. 3 lessons, before their first break. As Dylan
piled his books into his locker, he suddenly felt a presence standing
behind him. He blinked, slowly turning - and his heart dropped.

The Ginger Boy stood behind him, lazily holding a workbook in his left
hand. His bright blue eyes were piercing. His beautiful freckled face was
mesmerizing; his tie was slightly undone; yet he looked... good. His skin
was pale, yet completely smooth and... perfect. Dylan couldn't tell
why. His aura was striking. Dylan could feel him; he felt his presence for
sure. And the boy smiled at him.

"You must be new here," he said. Dylan blinked in surprise. He'd come up to
him. He smiled nervously.

"Yeah, I'm... the new guy." He said. The ginger boy smirked.

"Always good to have new faces," he said... and stuck out his pretty
hand. "I'm Conor."

The name rattled into his head. Conor. He certainly wouldn't be forgetting
it. Dylan took his hand... It was so soft. So gentle. It took a second
before Dylan realized he was just holding and feeling his hand. He looked
up, and the boy watched him with interest. He felt himself swallowing hard,
as the image of the boy's dick shooting wads of cum flashed into his
mind. His own dick jumped in his pants.

"I'm Dylan." He added. The boy's bright blue eyes seemed to look inside of
him. The moment was intense; Dylan felt butterflies surge through his
stomach as the boy smiled again.

"Really good to meet you, Dylan," he added. "It's nice to have a new pretty
face around here."

Dylan felt his cheeks burn bright red at the comment. Did he just call
him... pretty?

"Th... thanks." He replied with a small embarrassed smile. But if anything,
Conor seemed to enjoy that even more as they finally let go of each other's
hand.  "So I know how weird it is to be in a new place, but... if you need
anyone to help you or show you some cool places... I'd love to," he
said. Dylan couldn't believe the words. His reality felt flawed. Surely it
wasn't real.

He smiled nervously. "Thanks. That would be cool." He said.

"You're also in Sabre House, right?" He asked. Dylan nodded. Conor smiles
cheekily. "Great. Won't be hard to find you." He said.

Dylan felt his lips curl into a little smile. "Yeah. I've got swimming
after class but... I guess I should be free after that. I'm still getting
used to this place."

"Swimming?" Conor asked, and Dylan nodded.

"Yeah, I'm here on a scholarship." He added.

Conor's eyes seemed to light up a little. "Well... What do you think of
night swimming?" He asked. Dylan blinked.

"N....night swimming?" He asked. Conor nodded.

"There's a lake just outside the school grounds, through the forest. Super
easy to get to, and none of the staff ever check it after bedtime." He
added. "You keen?" He asked.

Dylan's eyes widened. He hadn't even been here a day and he was already
going to break curfew rules? The urge to refuse was big but... the urge to
say yes was even bigger.

He nodded. "Sounds fun," he added, his heart rate increasing exponentially.

"Cool! Looks like tonight's a date, then?" he said with a smile. Dylan's
eyes widened at the comment. He was speechless. "I'll come get you after
lights out," he added... before he gently touched Dylan's cheek; sending
shockwaves through his body.

"O... okay," Dylan said, frozen on the spot as he felt his gentle
touch. Conor smiled, as his finger maneuvered upwards, gently pushing
Dylan's fine blonde hair out of his face. His touch was so
soft... electric. Then, he let go.

"See you tonight," he said; and he was gone; leaving Dylan standing with
his mind moving in all directions. His brain tried to comprehend what had
just happened when Jack arrived just then, pulling Dylan from his thoughts.

The ginger boy's beautiful face was etched into his mind, though, as he
followed his friend out the school building. Something strange was going
on. It was too strange for Dylan to properly fathom in his head. And it had
to do with that boy.

Jack took Dylan out into the school grounds for break; showing him the
beautiful sports fields, where they chilled during their 40-minute
break. He took Dylan to a lovely tree, where the two of them sat and
chatted and laughed. The overcast weather was the only downside.

Dylan found himself enjoying Jack's company more and more as time went
by. He was a simple soul, with a beautiful heart. The rest of the day
seemed to edge on slowly; lunch was near the end of the day, before the
last 2 lessons.  Served chicken wraps, Dylan realized how delicious the
food really was here.

The last part of the day took the longest - French was horrible. When that
Final bell went off, the relief was unmatched. And most of all... now it
was time to swim. Dylan couldn't get back to the dorms fast enough. He
grabbed his bag, and was gone before any of his dorm mates had even gotten
back - heading south of the fields to the pool area.

The weather was rarely good over the school, so the poo was Indoors. The
smell of chlorine entered his nose as he entered, and immediately felt
himself smiling. A few others had arrived - he made his way to the coach, a
big man standing at the edge writing on a clipboard. As he neared, the guy
looked up and smiled.

"You must be Dylan!" He said. He nodded, the coach gently patted his
shoulder.

"I've heard some good things about your swimming ability," he said.

"Thanks," Dylan said nervously. "I hope I live up to it." He added.

"I'm sure you will," the coach said. "Go get dressed and get some warm up
laps in." He said. Dylan nodded and made his way to the change rooms on the
right.

Thankfully there wasn't anyone there. He chose a locker in the 3rd row,
putting his bag on the center bench and pulled off his tie and shirt
quickly as he pulled his Speedos out his bag. He looked along the row,
making sure he was alone before he pulled off his underwear. Stark naked
for a split second, he quickly pulled on his Speedos - just as another boy
walked past the row of lockers.

Dylan didn't feel self-conscious about himself. He wasn't small - his body
was smooth and lean from his swimming. More... he was still coming to terms
with himself and his sexuality, and his biggest fear was being exposed to
other boys and suddenly getting hard. He was sure he'd get used to
it... but he was new to the boarding school thing.

He put his stuff into a locker, grabbed his goggles and towel and made his
way to the pool. Picking a lane, he jumped; the cool water felt amazing on
his skin. He did a few quick laps to warm up - it felt so good to be back
in the water. Swimming was his escape. He almost got lost in it before he
came up to the pool edge - his coach stood above him, looking smug.

"Your technique is brilliant, Dyl. Keep it up. Today is long distance
training - how far do you think you can swim?" He asked. There were a few
others in the pool now, doing their own laps.

Dylan smiled. "Probably quite far." He said. The coach laughed.

"That's what I like to hear. Try to get a kilometer in, and we'll see from
there." He said, and left Dylan to his devices.

Dylan just did him - he got through the kilometer relatively
quickly. Faster than the other guys. He did a few extra laps, practicing
his sprint starts before he climbed out, sitting on the edge with his feet
in the water. The relaxation he found from the swim eased his mind from the
confusion he felt from his experiences the last day. He at least felt home
again.

He felt eyes again. He sighed; getting used to the feeling. His head turned
towards the bleachers on the left... and his heart almost stopped. A boy
watched him. It only took a second for Dylan to recognize the brown hair
and light freckles on his face. It... it was the boy from last night; the
one sucking Conor off... and he was watching him.

But when Dylan looked in his direction, he looked away quickly. He had a
towel around his waist. Dylan didn't know what to think of it at this point
in time, he didn't know what to think of anything. Dylan's eyes crept down
the boy's bare body; he felt his dick stir as the image from the previous
night played back in his mind - not gone, after all. so he looked away
quickly. Being in a speedo, he didn't need that right now.

He got up and made his way to the change rooms; his heart beating
quickly. He went straight to the shower; putting on the warm water and
letting it light up his soul. A few others came in; Dylan's heart jumped
when he saw they'd taken off their swim stuff, showering naked. He breathed
deeply; he didn't get a boner, thankfully. He heard them chat and joke
around. He was also grateful they didn't seem to think it was weird that he
didn't take his speedos off.

He finished up, drying himself again and heading to his locker. Pulling out
a fresh pair of briefs, he dried himself quickly, pulled off his swim
trunks and quickly pulled on his underwear. As he dried his hair, he heard
a locker very close open. He finished his hair and his eyes looked right;
his heart jumped a beat again. Damp brown hair, light freckles. It was the
boy he'd caught staring. The boy who was with Conor the night before -- in
their row. He dug through his locker, looking for something.

Dylan quickly looked away; praying he hadn't seen him. He didn't know how
to react to that -- his senses and his head felt like it was going to
explode. He pulled out a shirt to wear, but before he could pull it
on... he heard a voice next to him.

"Hey, um..." it started. His heard turned slowly; the brunette boy was next
to him, looking a little nervous. Up close, Dylan realized how strikingly
lovely his face actually was. He couldn't believe this was
happening... again.

"That was ... like, good swimming," he said quickly. Dylan didn't know what
to say at first.

"Um ... thanks." Dylan said. "It's been a little bit, I'm glad to be back
in it," he said. The boy smiled.

"Looks like you've been in it a while." He added. Dylan felt more
comfortable. His eyes couldn't help but dart down the boy's skinny chest
for a split second as he talked. "I'm hoping to get a little better,
I'm... not quite in the first team, yet," he said. "I'm... I'm Luke, by the
way," he said.

"I'm Dylan," he said in response. The scene from last night seemed to be on
loop in his head. He felt his dick start getting hard and he panicked a
little, grabbing his pants and started pulling them on.

"You're 10th grade, right?" Luke asked him. Dylan nodded in response, and
Luke smiled.

"And you're better than most of the 11th and 12th graders," he added. "I'm
in 11th grade and nowhere near you," he said.

Dylan blushed at the compliment. "Th.. thanks. I just... practiced a lot. I
didn't... really have much else, where I'm from." He said.

Like scratched his head. "Yeah, I get that. Home isn't exactly ... home for
me, either," he said, as Dylan pulled on his shirt. "Anyway... sorry for
bothering you," Luke said, looking at the floor. "I'm not really used to
approaching new people," he said. Dylan blinked in surprise.

"You're not bothering me," he added quickly. Luke gave him a smile; it
caused little butterflies to surge in Dylan's stomach. Oh no... he was
another boy Dylan had to worry about. That, and the image of his lips
wrapped around Conor's dick flashed through his mind. He hated his thoughts
sometimes.

Dylan went to the bathroom to relieve a growing piss, and when he came back
Luke was dressed. Dylan was slightly disappointed he'd missed that show,
but they walked back to Sabre House together, chatting lightly. Luke's dorm
was just down the way from his. By the time they got to their hallway,
Dylan realized how nice Luke really was. And... even though he was a year
older, he seemed to want to be Dylan's friend.

They waved goodbye; Dylan felt lighthearted from the interaction; mixed
with slight arousal as his memories plagued him. He was still freaked out
by the fact that 2 of the only boys he'd interacted with today were the
ones he'd caught sucking each other off the night before.

Jack lay on his bed, shirtless, watching Anime on his phone. He smiled as
Dylan entered. He shuffled up and invited him to come watch; Dylan put down
his bags and lay next to him. The bed wasn't too big; Dylan could feel
Jacks light skin against his arms. He was watching some fantasy anime; he
lightly told Dylan the plot line as they watched. Dylan felt warm and
comfortable with him.

Dylan noticed there were lots of big boobs and little clothing in the Anime
Jack watched; but he didn't comment on it. Dylan's eyes couldn't help but
wonder along Jack's bare chest and stomach. He was so smooth; with a little
garden trail forming just above where his pubes would be. Dylan came to the
realisation that he definitely found his friend attractive.

Dinner came way too quickly; Jack pulled on a shirt before they walked down
together. The hall was buzzing with activity when they arrived. Dylan's
heart started to beat quicker; it was nearing the night swim. They ate
spaghetti - Dylan's eyes scanned the boys around him. His eyes found Luke,
but he didn't notice him; too busy eating. His eyes floated again; and He
found Conor again. He wasn't eating; he just sat and watched.

Dylan realized he hadn't even seen Conor queue for food, or eat. He smiled
at Dylan, and gave a small wave; Dylan waved back, swallowing
hard. Nervousness seemed to overtake him again as he finished his meal. But
Conor was gone by the time he cleaned up.

As he walked to the dorms, he realized something - he needed to
shower. Yeah, he'd had a small one at the pool earlier, but... he needed to
soap up and wash his hair. They entered the dorms, and Dylan must have
looked nervous as hell, because Jack noticed.

"You okay?" He asked. Dylan swallowed.

"I don't know." He replied. "It's nothing big, it's just... I need to
shower," he said. Jack's eyes lit up in realisation.

"Oh! I see, you're nervous cause of the showers. I promise, Dyl, they're so
simple. You think it'll be weird and all, but it's actually really
chilled," he added.

"I know it probably is..." Dylan said. "But like... what if, I
dunno... what if I get a boner?" He asked.

But Jack just smiled. "Oh, guys get boners in the showers all the
time. I've gotten a boner before. It's pretty normal for that to
happen. We're boys," he said jokingly. The words eased Dylan's mind a
little bit. Jack gently patted his shoulder.

"C'mon - I'll go with you," he said. Dylan didn't know if that was a good
or a bad thing; but he nodded.

They both stripped down to their briefs, and Dylan followed Jacks lead as
they grabbed towels and soap and headed out the dorms. The bathrooms and
showers were 2 different rooms; entering the steaming room filled with
chatter; there was a small queue to the showers hooks to hang the towels,
directly opposite a wall with around 10 shower heads... filled with naked
boys. The other boys waiting were all down to their underwear.

Dylan tried his best not to stare at them or look at their bodies, but it
was easier said than done. He couldn't help but gaze at some of the bare
bums and flaccid dicks, circumcised and uncircumcised. Some chubby boys,
some skinny boys, some lean boys, some hairy, some not. He noticed there
weren't any 12th graders in these showers. Standing by the door, a prefect
watched to make sure nothing dodgy occurred.

And thankfully... even though he was now immersed with naked guys, he
actually felt calm. His dick hadn't threatened to rise yet. Finally, he and
Jack made it to two hooks. Dylan hung up his towel and breathed deeply.

"You ready?" Jack whispered. Dylan could only nod. Together, they pulled
down their briefs, leaving Dylan completely naked in a room filled with
other boys.

He couldn't help but gaze at Jack as they hung their briefs on the
hook. His legs were skinny; his flaccid uncircumcised dick hung down below
a tuft patch of dark pubes. He didn't want to get Caught staring or risk
getting a boner. So he looked up; only to catch Jacks eyes gazing down at
Dylan's own dick. His uncircumcised flaccid dick was actually around the
same size as Jack's; just with lighter pubes, and Jack's was a little
thinner.

His friend's eyes looked up, and he realized Dylan saw him looking; Jack's
face flushed red. But they smiled at each other, before they grabbed their
soap and headed towards two open taps.

As he showered, Dylan realized it wasn't too hard, to not get hard. He knew
when he wore clothes it was so difficult to control his arousal
sometimes... but now, His mind was relaxed; it probably helped that others
around him were as chilled.

In fact, as he washed his hair he even managed to spare a gaze around
him. The dicks and bodies were fascinating; hairy and smooth, big and
small. His eyes found a boy 3 shower heads down, and his heart jumped - He
must have been 8th or 9th grade; brown hair, skinny body. He was about a
head shorter than Dylan. As He washed his arms, Dylan's eyes gazed down to
his penis, that stood hard to attention; the foreskin pulling back,
revealing a purple cock head. He was entirely smooth among his body, except
for the smallest tuft of pubes - and he didn't seem to care one bit. And
neither did anyone else.

Dylan looked away quickly as he found his dick responding to that. He
breathed quickly as he got semi-hard, managing to stop the growth halfway
up. He quickly washed his face; but when he rinsed, his eyes glazed left to
see Jack looking at his semi-hardness. His friends own dick wasn't entirely
flaccid anymore, either - the shaft was a bit bigger, and pointed to around
4 o' clock now.

Jack's eyes looked up, and he realized he'd been caught again. But Dylan
just smiled as his heart jumped; Jack smirked as he went red again, quickly
soaping himself up as he looked away. The thought that his friend was
looking at his dick rapidly started to make blood pump, so he quickly
soaped up and thought elsewhere; his dick stopped getting hard just
halfway, and slowly deflated again to his relief.

Then, 2 minutes passed, and he was done. He went and grabbed his towel and
dried himself.

"Not so bad, ey?" He heard jack next to him. Dylan nodded.

"Really not bad. Kinda nice, actually," he heard himself say before he
could stop himself. But luckily Jack responded.

"Super nice; really free, yah know?" He said as they made their way back to
their dorms with towels around their waists. Their room was empty - the
others out or showering. Jack took the opportunity and threw his towel on
his bed to reveal his naked form again.

"I'd probably be naked all day if I could be," he said. Dylan's eyes found
him again; his smooth bum was nice to look at. Jack turned; Dylan's eyes
found Jacks dick again as he pulled off his own towel, putting it on his
bed; leaving them both naked in their cubicle.

Jack really was attractive, Dylan thought. His eyes moved up and down
Jack's body; his skinny chest and smooth stomach, up his legs, and landing
on his crotch. Dylan realized Jack wasn't entirely flaccid anymore
again. It took Dylan a moment to realize Jack was looking at his dick,
too... and as Dylan's own dick started to get harder, he watched Jack's
dick start to get bigger and bigger, and rising higher and higher with
every heartbeat.

Neither of them moved or covered themselves - their eyes were locked on
each other's members. Dylan watched as Jack's dick rose, the foreskin
slowly starting to retract as it pointed straight, and then... upwards
towards the ceiling.

Dylan realized what was happening as his own dick inflated, bouncing as it
got fully hard, also pointing straight upwards. The two of them had stood
naked in their cubicle, watching each other get hard. Dylan watched
intensely as Jack's dickhead poked through his foreskin. Jack's dick
bounced lightly with every heartbeat, as did Dylan's. They were stuck on
the spot, watching each other's cocks closely - almost like they were
hypnotized.

"Whoah ..." he heard Jack say. They looked into each other's eyes... and
smiled in understanding. Jack took his dick and lightly pulled down his
foreskin; revealing his entire head; it was bright pink. Dylan followed his
friends lead; pulling down his own foreskin for Jack to see.

"Nice..." Jack said, his eyes glued downwards. Dylan's heart raced as he
realized what he was doing with another boy. They both lightly moved their
foreskins back and forth, eyes stuck on each other. As they soaked each
other in, Dylan felt closer to Jack than ever.

But the moment evaporated when they heard steps coming down the hall. They
looked at each other and dashed for underwear; both pulling it on before
one of their dorm mates entered the room. They quickly sat on their beds;
their eyes locked and they laughed. Jack's dick was still hard in his
briefs, as was Dylan's. They watched each other in silence for a few
minutes - watching each other's dicks go flaccid in their underwear before
they both stood up again. They looked in each other's eyes, and smiled.

"That was nice," Jack said. Dylan knew what he meant.

"Yeah," Dylan replied. "Really nice." He added; before more of their
roommates got back. Before lights out, he and Jack lay on his bed and
watched some more anime; only, being in their briefs, he couldn't help but
half watch, and half watch Jack's smooth body. And he could swear that Jack
was doing the same thing; Dylan was all too aware of his friend's skin
against his own.

Lights out was called. Jack smiled at him.  "Hey, tomorrow, I've got
running practice, but after that ...I'll show you some special Anime," he
said as Dylan got up and moved to his bed, climbing under his sheets. He
smiled back.

"Sounds fun," he said. "First afternoon off, too. I'll entertain myself
until you get back," he added.

"It's a plan," Jack told him, before the lights went out.

But Dylan lay wide awake again. Not only did the image of Jack's hard boner
stay stuck in his mind... he was all too aware of what was going to
happen. A night swim He had no idea as to when, though.

After nearly an hour he heard Jack start to wank again. Dylan looked at him
through the darkness; his blanket was down, showing his stomach and chest;
Dylan could see his right arm as his hand lifted up and down, just under
the covers. His face looked blissful; eyes closed, completely unaware that
Dylan watched him.

A few minutes later he groaned softly as he came. Dylan's dick was rock
hard again; and his breath stopped as he watched Jack eat his own cum
again. He couldn't believe the sight - but he was still too scared to
wank. He wanted to get up and go again; he closed his eyes after Jack
rolled over and went to sleep. Dylan's aching member needed to get
relief. He almost got up to head to the bathroom, but then he remembered
him. The ginger boy. Conor.

***