Date: Fri, 20 Nov 2020 22:01:03 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Tales from Kingswood - Dorm 1.01 - Chapter 1

Author's Note: This story has been knocking round in my head in one form or
another since I was the age the characters are in it. It's one of those
things that was just always there but seemed too big to take on, but I
figured if I don't do it now I never will.

For anyone who's just wanting to knock out a quick one, this may not be for
you. While there is some sex, the first several chapters involve a lot of
world and character building. This is because 'Tales from Kingswood' is
planned to be an entire saga. This part is called 'Dorm 1.01' but once the
world is established, other Tales from Kingswood stories will pop up. Don't
worry, once it's established there will be more sex than your poor little
cock can handle, but it'll take some time, so be patient and (hopefully)
enjoy the ride.

As always, I welcome feedback and constructive criticism. You can contact
me at matterotica@hotmail.co.uk

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Finally, to get things started and for the benefit of the international
audience, a brief summary of the structure of British schooling, just to
help you understand some of the terminology.

There are regional variations, mainly around dates of breaks, but for the
purpose of this story, this is how it works at Kingswood. The school year
is split into three 'terms'. Each term consists of six weeks at school, one
week off (known as 'half-term') and then another six weeks at school. The
first term runs from the beginning of September and concludes for the
Christmas break, with two weeks off. The second term runs from January to
March/April, often concluding around Easter depending when it falls, again
with a two week break and the final term runs from April to July, after
which there is a six week break.

Primary School starts from nursery school (Year 0) and runs up to Year 6,
concluding with most kids aged eleven. Secondary School then begins, with
the eleven-year-olds starting 'Year 7'. Usually, Years 7 to 9 cover a large
variety of subjects, at the end of which, the students will choose the
classes they wish to study for Years 10 and 11. These classes will normally
include mandatory subjects such as Maths and English, with additional
subjects chosen from a range of categories. These subjects are then studied
and conclude with exams called GCSEs, often held in June/July, with results
being published during the Summer break.

After Year 11, there is often a choice between moving to college, often for
more vocational subjects, or remaining at school to study a smaller number
of subjects in Years 12 and 13, which conclude with exams known as
A-Levels, also carried out at the end of the school year with results
published in August.

Kingswood is a boarding school, meaning the students who attend it also
live on, or nearby to, the school campus.

And now... let the story begin!

------------------------------------------------- Tales from Kingswood –
Dorm 1.01

Chapter 1 By Matt

"Please follow the road to the car park," a voice announced over the
intercom as the large gate swung open.

"Geez, is this a school or a prison?" the man in the driver's seat muttered
under his breath, receiving a swift smack to the arm from the woman beside
him.

"Oh my God, it's so big!" the boy in the back seat said, staring in
wide-eyed amazement as the buildings ahead of them came into
view. Eleven-year-old Daniel Davies was distinctly average for his age, the
last visit to the doctor's confirming him to be exactly the expected height
and weight for a boy of eleven. With dark blonde hair that matched his
father's perfectly and his mother's piercing blue eyes, he was an
attractive young man, as was often commented on by others. His smile lit up
his entire face, although that had been distinctly absent during the
morning's drive.

"Fuck me!" Mr Davies declared as the trees gave way to open grounds and
several large buildings.

"Language!" Mrs Davies snapped furiously, smacking her husband again.

"Sorry," the man quickly apologised, flashing a cheeky grin to his son in
the rear view mirror. "It's just... the pictures didn't do it justice!"

The family fell silent as they continued the slow drive up the road towards
the car park. There were several huge buildings, but the most impressive
was a large four-storey Edwardian mansion which stood proudly at the
centre. Two cars passed them going in the opposite direction, both
apparently with parents in the front, and nobody in the back.

"See, Daniel, I told you we wouldn't be the first ones here!" the woman
said smugly.

"Fine, I guess I can let you be right this once," the boy answered
cheekily, getting a smirk from his Dad and an unamused eye roll from his
Mum.

"How are the nerves?" Mr Davies asked, glancing back at the boy briefly.

Daniel nodded, inhaling deeply through his nose. "Okay I think," he
answered honestly. The morning had been a mix of emotions, as had the whole
of the last year waiting for this day. Between the interviews, selection
days and exam needed to get into the place, it had been a long road, but
finally the time had come.

Daniel had alternated between excited and terrified. He had been upset when
his parents first told him they were even considering boarding school, but
gradually his mind had changed, to the point where he was actually looking
forward to it. The fear came purely from being away from his family for so
long.

They pulled up into the car park and an eager-looking student broke away
from a small group and quickly approached. "Welcome to Kingswood. Can I
offer you some help with the luggage?"

Mrs Davies looked like she was about to refuse the help politely, when Mr
Davies jumped in and said, "Yes please, that'd be great!"

Between the two adults and two students, they soon had Daniel's luggage
unloaded and carried up to the huge building. There were large stone stairs
leading up to the enormous double-door entrance. As they got inside, the
new arrivals stopped a moment to marvel at the building.

There was a large staircase on one side of the atrium leading up to the
first floor, which then looped round to go up to the second and so-on all
the way to the top, so glancing up they could see to the very top of the
building. The huge open space was partially filled by an elaborate
chandelier that hug down the centre of the stairway, all the way to the
first floor.

The rest of the atrium retained the traditional Edwardian architecture, but
modern technology and decoration had been seamlessly integrated, giving a
very sleek but stylish look to the whole place.

At the bottom of the stairs, two students sat at a table, while several
others lingered nearby. The student helping the Davies family led them over
to the table then politely excused himself to head back out to the car
park.

"Hi, welcome to Kingswood," one of the seated students said politely. "Can
I take your name please?" He looked to Daniel.

Daniel looked to his parents, used to them doing the talking, but they
smiled and gestured for him to speak up. "Erm... Daniel... Daniel Davies!"
he said nervously.

"Great," the boy said, scanning down the list in front of him. He ticked a
box and looked across, then said, "You're in one-oh-one." He looked over to
the group standing nearby and caught the eye of one of them. "Can you show
them up? One-oh-one."

"Sure," the student said, moving away from the group and approaching the
Davies family. "Hi," he said as he got near, "I'm Adam. Follow me. Let me
help with that." He picked up a suitcase and started up the stairs. He
looked to be around fourteen, almost as tall as Mr Davies, with bright
blonde hair, blue eyes and a charming smile.

"They're all so polite!" Mrs Davies said, getting a slightly embarrassed
smile from Adam.

"Yeah, you'll never fit in!" Mr Davies joked, getting a laugh from both
Adam and Daniel.

"You wouldn't have been chosen to attend Kingswood if we didn't think you'd
fit right in," Adam said, smiling warmly at the younger boy. "Anyway, once
we get you to your dorm, you'll have some time to say goodbye and then
start getting settled in," he explained. "I know unpacking is no fun, but
if could get it done this afternoon and put your cases in the hallway,
we'll be able to get them put into storage until your next visit home."

"Oh no, he won't be doing that. He's your problem now," Mrs Davies said,
giving Daniel a playful poke.

"Yeah, he's your problem now!" Mr Davies added.

"Can you tell how much I'm going to miss them?" Daniel asked as Adam
sniggered at the whole family's comments.

"Don't worry, you'll be too busy having fun to even think about missing
them!" Adam said with a grin as they reached the landing. He turned left
down the hall, away from the atrium.  They had barely gone more than a few
steps when he stopped. "This'll be you, then," he said, gesturing to the
plaque on the wall next to the door that read '1.01'.

They stepped inside and placed down Daniel's bags.

"So the bunks are first come, first served, and it looks like you've got
plenty of choice," Adam said with a smile. He looked to Daniel's
parents. "Take as long as you need, I'll be just outside to show you out
when you're done." He looked back to Daniel. "Once you've got settled in,
feel free to look around or meet your dorm-mates, just don't go wandering
too far. Someone will be along to take you on a proper tour of the school
grounds." He headed out.

Daniel wasn't quite sure what he had expected from the dorm. He knew it was
a nice school, but still somehow imagined some bare concrete room with
rickety bunk-beds and not much else. Instead, he found what looked to be
quite a nice room.

The end of the room they had come into was lined with eight large
wardrobes, a name clearly labelled on each. Just beyond them were the bunk
beds. There were two sets on each side of the room, their heads against the
walls, a gap of just a few feet between each pair. A wide walkway passed
down the centre to a large open area, the far wall lined with
floor-to-ceiling windows. There were two desks on either side, against the
walls, while the middle was filled up with four two-seater sofas, arranged
with two facing the window, two facing away.

While the ceiling and windows retained their original features, the walls
were painted in a duck-egg blue, with occasional different coloured lines
of varying thickness. The colours carried through into the heavy curtains
that could be pulled to cover the bottom half of the windowed wall as well
as the bedding on the bunk beds.

"Looks good," Mr Davies said, sounding as surprised as Daniel felt.

"Want us to help you unpack?" Mrs Davies asked.

"Muuuuum, I can do some things for myself!" Daniel insisted, looking round
awkwardly at the lone occupant of the room, a boy sitting alone on the
sofas at the far end.

"Okay," Mrs Davies said, getting slightly teary, knowing the time to say
goodbye was drawing close.

Mr Davies sensed his wife's distress, feeling a fairly substantial amount
of it himself. "We should probably get going," he said, nodding to the
door.

"Yeah," Mrs Davies agreed. She looked to Daniel and smiled. "We'll text you
when we get home!"

"And I'll ignore you like I always do!" Daniel said back with a cheeky
grin. When he saw his Mum almost in tears, he felt himself welling up a
little and said, "I'll let you know how it's going!"

"Good lad," Mr Davies said. He reached down and gave his son a tight hug,
much to the boy's embarrassment. Mrs Davies soon joined them, holding them
both.

"Okay, be good," Mrs Davies said, sniffing as she stood up.

"Of course," Daniel said with a stern expression. As soon as his Mum looked
away he smiled and shook his head at his Dad. "Well, I won't get caught,
anyway!"

"That's my boy!" Mr Davies said happily.

A couple of minutes later, the two adults were gone, along with
Adam. Figuring it was best to get unpacked quickly, if only to be out of
the way when the other six boys arrived. He decided to pick a bunk, but
there was no indication which one had already been taken.

"Hey, I'm Daniel," he said, heading over to where the other boy was sat.

While Daniel was slightly mature for his age, the boy sat alone was the
opposite, looking like he could have easily passed for nine. "Hi, I'm
David," the boy said back quietly, giving a meek smile. The raven-haired
boy was short and chubby, his hazel eyes barely daring to make contact with
Daniel's.

"Did you pick a bunk yet?" Daniel asked, gesturing backwards.

David shook his head. "No. I figured I'd let everyone else pick and I'd
just take what's left," he explained timidly.

"Whaaaat? No way. Come on, you're first here. That's gotta have some perks,
you get first choice," Daniel insisted.

David stood up, smiling shyly.

"Come on, which one d'you want?" Daniel asked.

The small boy's eyes briefly shot up to the top bunks, but then gestured to
a bottom one and said, "That one, I guess."

Daniel folded his arms and shook his head. "No chance. Nobody chooses a
bottom bunk. I saw you look at the top ones. Come on, be brave, pick the
one you want!"

David's weak smile grew broader as he nodded gently. "Okay, then... that
one!" he said, pointing to the top bunk nearest him.

"Good call," Daniel said, then gestured to the top bunk opposite it on the
other side. "Then I'm taking this one! All the cool kids have the top
bunks!"

David laughed. It was an adorable little giggle that made Daniel laugh
along with it.

"Hey, you explored much yet?" Daniel asked as he headed back over to his
cases.

David followed, standing close by. "Not yet. I was just gonna wait for the
tour."

Daniel was already grabbing out handfuls of clothing and stuffing them
roughly into the wardrobe or drawers beneath it. "Well that's no
good. They'll only show us the bits they want is to see. Soon as I'm done,
we're exploring properly!"

"Okay," David said, giggling again.

*****

"Cutting it close," Adam said as he guided the last family towards their
dorm.

Behind him were Mr and Mrs Wilson, who had been squabbling about several
wrong turns since arriving, and their two sons, eleven-year-old Robert and
eight-year-old Milo. As they reached dorm 1.01, Mr Wilson and Adam placed
Robert's suitcases in front of his wardrobe before the teen gave the family
the instructions on what to do.

The dorm was fairly quiet, with two boys sat on opposite sofas at the far
end of the room and two of the bunks occupied. It was apparent that all but
one bunk had been taken.

"That'll be yours, neighbour!" a boy laying on the near, left-side bunk
said, gesturing to the unoccupied bottom bunk beside him.

"Thanks," Robert replied quietly, unsure if he should introduce
himself. Robert had always been a little shy. Being one of the youngest in
his year meant he was usually one of the smallest too, standing a few
inches shorter than most classmates, yet still carrying a little puppy
fat. His pale brown hair was almost the same colour as the smattering of
freckles spread across his nose and cheeks, emphasised by his narrow-framed
glasses.

"Well we should get going or it'll be gone midnight before we get home,"
Mrs Wilson said, slightly tearfully.

"Mum, don't make a scene," Robert grumbled, worried his Mum was about to
burst into hysterics as she had that morning before leaving the house.

The woman sniffed, but smiled, not wanting to embarrass her son in front of
his new classmates. "Fine, I guess I'll just say goodbye for now, then."
she said, hugging her son. "You be good!"

"Like that'll happen," Mr Wilson said scornfully, getting a giggle from the
boy's younger brother. The man grinned though and said, "If you can't be
good, at least don't get caught!"

"Don't worry, you taught me well," Robert said, grinning at his Dad,
especially as he heard a tut from his Mum. He hugged the man then looked to
his little brother and said, "Gonna miss ya, squirt!"

Milo looked sad. As much as he fought with his big brother, he was his best
friend and it was hard to say goodbye. He began to cry as the older boy
hugged him. "Don't want ya to go," Milo sniffed quietly.

"I know dude, but I'll be home in a few weeks. And hey, give it a couple of
years and you might be coming here too!" Robert said
optimistically. Neither boy saw the expressions on their parents faces at
the thought of paying for another son to attend the school.

A few moments later, with Milo still sniffing, the Wilson family left,
leaving Robert behind in the dorm. He stood for a moment watching the empty
doorway until he was disturbed by a voice from behind him.

"Tough, innit!" It was the boy who had directed him to the empty bed, now
sitting up on the side of his bunk. "I'm Josh, by the way. Well, Joshua,
but I totally hate being called that, so Josh it is."

Robert smiled. "Yeah, I getcha. I'm Robert but I prefer Rob," he explained.

To Rob, Josh looked like the kind of kid he usually would have avoided in
his old school. Tall, well built, cheeky glint in his eye and doubtlessly
popular. With his black hair shaved down one side and stylishly messy on
top, complimented by almost-impossibly-dark brown eyes, he looked fairly
intense, but the impish smile softened the look.

"Nice to meet ya," Josh said happily. "You should probably get unpacked
quick. The tour'll be starting soon so you've not got long!"

"Okay, thanks," Rob replied. He quickly started unpacking, with Josh
helpfully pointing out the space that was his. While unpacking, Rob noticed
three more boys enter the dorm, but didn't have the chance to speak to them
other than a polite hello.

Just as Rob was placing his cases out in the hallway as directed, a small
group of Year 10 boys were approaching, splitting off for one to head into
each dorm. It was Adam who entered 1.01 just behind Rob.

"Right, time for the tour," Adam said, walking in. He looked round and
quickly counted. "We're missing two, where are..."

"We're here, we're here!" Daniel called out from the hallways, rushing in
with David in tow. "Sorry," he said with a grin. "Wow, everyone's here!" he
said, seeing the rest of his dorm-mates for the first time.

Adam smiled, shaking his head. "Anyway, let's begin," he said as the eight
boys gathered close by. He stepped just outside the door and gestured down
the hallway. "Okay, down there you've got dorms 1.02 to 1.06. They're home
to the rest of you Year 7s and half of Year 8. The Floor Master's room is
down there too!"

"And if you beat the floor master, you move on to the next level and face
the final boss!" Josh called out with a cheeky grin, getting a laugh from
the others.

"Speak out of turn again and you'll be expelled on the spot!" Adam said,
stoney-faced.

"Wh... what? Really?" Josh asked, looking scared.

"No, you tit!" Adam said with a grin, getting an even bigger laugh from the
others. "But interrupt again and I'll kick your butt!" His smile made it
clear he was joking, but the boys quietened down anyway. "The Floor Master
is the teacher who lives with you on this floor and is in charge outside of
classroom hours. The old one was Mr Pemberton. He was scary, but he
retired, so you've got a new one who we'll be meeting later.

"Also just round the corner you've got toilets. We have cleaners but we
respect them, so treat those toilets like they're sacred, keep them clean
and tidy because nobody is paid enough to clean up your literal shit! Word
of warning, the last kid who got caught disrespecting the facilities got
his ass beaten," he looked round at the boys, smile gone. "Not joking this
time!" All the boys nodded their understanding.

Adam started walking, the other boys following. As they got to the landing,
he pointed to the hallway reaching off down the opposite way. "That's dorms
1.07 to 1.12, the other half of Year 8 and all of Year 9. Over here we've
got the shower room. Don't worry, no open showers, there's cubicles, so you
don't have to worry about anyone seeing your teeny weenie!"

The boys laughed at the comment, but blushed a little too.

Adam pointed to the next door along and said, "There's some private study
rooms through there. We'll go through how to book a room later when we get
to the app. Through here we have the first floor Common Room."

As they went inside, they found another group of Year 7s being shown
around. The Common Room was a huge area, split down the middle by a range
of screens, tall plants and a couple of bookshelves. One side of the room
had a selection of tables, chairs and small booths in one corner and big,
squishy sofas and armchairs in the others with a small kitchenette in the
middle with some fridges and drinks machines. The other side had rows of
seats facing an enormous TV screen in one corner, then a pool table,
foosball table and games consoles in the other.

All of the boys were excited about the room, in particular the TV and the
other forms of entertainment. Adam talked them through the rules of the
room, what they were and weren't allowed to do, what was expected of them
with regards to respecting the space and other students who used it.

When they were done with the Common Room, they headed back out to the
hallway. Gesturing upwards, Adam explained, "We won't bother going up there
but next floor up is dorms for Years 10 and 11. They're only 4 to a dorm,
so you got a few years until you get any more personal space! Top floor is
Years 12 and 13, they're only 2 to a dorm. Aside from the dorm sizes, the
facilities are just the same as you have down here." He headed down the
stairs and started showing them around the ground floor. "Through there is
the dining hall. We'll be going in there right after the tour, so we'll
skip that for now."

Adam pointed out the kitchens and the laundry rooms, which Adam explained
most of them would never need to see... so long as they behaved. They
weren't sure whether he was being serious or joking again. Also on the
ground floor was the school's infirmary, a few more private study/meeting
rooms, toilets and a few other facilities.

Next the boys were led outside. On the way, Adam told them the building
they had just left was known as the Home Building, or just 'Home' as they
would almost certainly come to call it soon enough. Next up was the School
Building, a short distance away from the Home Building. It was big, but not
on the scale of the other building, and while it was visibly much newer, it
had been built to mimic the style of the classic building. Adam didn't
bother to shown them around the whole building, just talked roughly about
what was on what floor and explained that a map was included in the
Kingswood app.

The boys walked back towards the Home Building, assuming the tour was over,
but carried on past it. Round the corner another building came into
sight. Where the School building had been designed to blend in, the other
one was very clearly and unapologetically modern - a massive, sleek wedge
of chrome and glass. It was the Sports Complex. The building itself
contained an Olympic size swimming pool, diving pool, gym, and a range of
indoor courts. Arranged around it in the extensive grounds were football
and rugby pitches, basketball hoops and tennis courts, each with large
stands for spectators.

Behind the Home Building was a smaller building, which was home to the
school's faculty and staff. The students were advised they were banned from
going in there, except in extreme emergencies. Spread around the four
buildings were expansive grounds and gardens, including a small lake, with
benches and picnic tables dotted around. The grounds were surrounded by a
fairly heavy treeline most of the way around.

With the tour over, most of the boys somewhat overwhelmed by the sheer size
of the facilities, they headed back to the Home Building and into the
Dining Hall. It was a huge room with a high ceiling, inlaid with
extravagant artwork, huge windows running down one side.

"This actually used to be the library," Adam explained as they walked in,
"But when they switched all the books to digital a few years back, they
converted it into the Dining Hall. It's nice, but it can be chilly on cold
days, especially in the morning, so I wouldn't recommend wandering down in
your pyjamas!"

The room was filled with long tables with benches, stretching the length of
the room in four columns, a slightly wider gap down the middle, leading to
a couple of tables at the far end that went across the room.. The side of
the room opposite the windows was lined with hot plates, serving areas and
fridges.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Danny said quietly to the others with a grin.

"Ah, not quite," Adam said, overhearing the comment. "No school houses here
and no set seating either. Sit where you like, except for the tables at the
end, they're for teachers and staff."

They continued down the hall to the end near the teachers table, where a a
man they all recognised from their interviews was stood, a few other adults
sitting nearby. Two other groups of Year 7 boys had already arrived,
sitting patiently at the end, while around thirty older boys sat nearby.

"Well that's the tour, I'll see you all around. Enjoy your first night!"
Adam said, getting a round of thank yous from the grateful 1.01 boys. "Grab
a seat, we'll be getting started shortly," he finished, looking round to
see the final group arriving as he went across to join his classmates.

The boys all took their seats, quietly whispering to each other as the
final group came and joined them a few moments later. The familiar man
cleared his throat, which triggered silence in the older boys, the new
arrivals quickly following their lead. The man certainly carried an air of
authority about him, just as he had during the interviews, but he had kind
eyes and a welcoming smile. He looked to be around his mid-forties, with
slightly thinning and receding black hair, styled very tidily and wearing a
nicely tailored dark-grey suit and dark blue tie.

"Welcome, new arrivals," the man said cheerfully, "To another wonderful
year at Kingswood. My name is Mr Everett and I am the Headmaster of this
school. To my right, we have Mr Gregory, the Deputy Headmaster and Mr
Fitzsimmons, our English teacher and master of the second floor."

The men nodded politely to the students as they were introduced. Mr Gregory
was a harsh looking older man, probably pushing sixty, with half-moon
glasses and a hooked nose that gave him a slightly owl-like appearance. On
first appearances, he certainly appeared to be the 'bad cop' to Mr
Everett's good. The other man, Mr Fitzsimmons, who would live on the second
floor in charge of the year 10 and 11s as well as teaching English, was a
much younger man. It was hard to pin down the age, he could have been
anything from a young-looking twenty-five to youthful-looking forty.

"And to my left," Mr Everett went on, "We have Dr Arkwright, the school's
Doctor and Counsellor and Mr Trent, the newest addition to the family. He
will be master of the first floor and will also be our new drama teacher."

Again the men nodded at the mention of their names. Dr Arkwright was a
kind-looking man in his late forties, sporting auburn hair tied back into a
pony-tail and a neatly-trimmed beard that was the same auburn, but accented
with streaks of grey. Mr Trent was visibly the newcomer, looking almost as
nervous to be there as the Year 7 boys. He can't have been any older than
his early-twenties, giving the impression that this might actually be his
first proper teaching position. Perfectly-groomed, there wasn't a hair out
of place and his suit looked brand new, very obvious signs of a desire to
make the right first impression.

Mr Everett continued. "Now as you know, school does not start officially
until the beginning of next week. We ask that you join us early to help
acclimate you to your new environment, as well as getting to know your
fellow students, the rest of whom will be joining us over the coming days,
as well as your teachers. Mr Trent will take some time over the next few
days to meet with each of you individually. As the master of your floor, he
should be your first point of contact for any assistance you may need, but
I would like to assure you that every member of the teaching stuff is here
to help you have a safe, healthy, educational and, most importantly, fun
experience here at Kingswood.

"This school is very selective about who we choose to attend and we can do
so because we are the best. It is our aim for you to leave this school
after your seven years here well-educated with excellent qualifications,
but more importantly, well-rounded and capable members of society. Look
around you. Your year group are your new family, your room-mates your new
brothers and best friends. The relationships you build here will last you a
lifetime."

"And that brings us nicely onto the final, and possibly most important
people to you here at Kingswood," Mr Everett said, then gestured to the
group of older boys. "These are out year 10 students, just beginning their
fourth year here at the school. I understand you will have met some of them
during your afternoon and I would firstly like to thank them all for the
excellent job they have done organising and overseeing your arrival today."

Th Headmaster began a round of applause, the other staff following and then
the Year 7 boys too. As it died down, he went on. "Each new student at the
school is assigned a Year 10 student who will act as your mentor. They will
continue in the role for the next four years until they leave. Your mentor
will act as a friend, advisor and confidante. Many say they come to see
their mentor as their big brother. You will learn from them just as they
will learn from you. We will pair you up once we have finished dinner and
then you will have some time to get to know them before returning to your
dormitories for the evening.

"Now I believe I have talked more than enough, and I suspect the delicious
smells are making you all as hungry as they are making me, so thank you for
your time, welcome once again and bon appetit!" The Headmaster finally
finished. He also received a round of applause, but it was short-lived as
the boys were all eager to get to the food.

Once again the Year 10s guided the younger boys, showing them where to
queue up and how everything worked. While there was an array of choices,
which would expand even more once the school was full, there were
guidelines on what the boys were required to take to ensure a healthy and
balanced diet. Fortunately, there was enough choice that even the pickiest
of eaters would be able to find something they liked.

As Daniel returned to the table, David tagging along beside him, both
carrying trays of food, they were talking excitedly about everything they
had seen. Daniel was mid-sentence when he stopped, staring over at the Year
10 table.

"You okay?" David asked, seeing his friend's cheeks flushing slightly red.

Daniel shook his head as he looked down at his plate. "Oh yeah, just
recognised someone," he said with a shrug.

"Let me guess, someone you met at one of the selection days?" David asked,
then shoved a chip in his mouth.

Daniel frowned at the shorter boy. "Yeah, how did you know?" he asked,
confused.

David swallowed and said, "I did the same and I heard some of the others in
the queue for food saying the same thing. But you wanna hear something
weird?" Daniel nodded, chewing. "Seems to be a different one for each of
us. You'd think they'd have had just a couple of them volunteering to help
out, but I guess they give everyone a go."

Daniel didn't say anything back. His experience at the selection day was
one of the reasons he had ended up excited about attending the school, but
the full details of it were something he hadn't shared with anyone and
wasn't about to start now.

As the boys continued eating, there were a few awkward silences. Although
the boys had spent the last couple of hours together, they really didn't
know each other yet. Once they all finished eating, including a return
visit to the food area to grab dessert, the boys were instructed to take
their trays over to the far corner where the plates and trays were stacked,
ready for the staff working in the kitchen to clean. Much like the warning
Adam had given them about the toilets, they were advised to keep the area
clean and tidy as well as respecting the staff. While it should have
sounded slightly intimidating, for most of the boys it was just adding to
the sense of community that was quickly developing.

With the meal over, the Headmaster bid them all a quick goodbye and left Mr
Trent in charge. "Okay everyone, listen up," Mr Trent called out, holding a
tablet in one hand. "When I call your name, raise your hand. Once you see
your partner, pair up and then go off to wherever you'd like to go. I
expect all Year 7s back in their dorms by 7 o'clock please."

The teacher began calling out names. "David Brown," he called out, "And
Robert Stevens!"

Daniel looked to his friend for a moment, unsure if he was that particular
David. The boy quickly raised his hand and stepped forward.

"Jeremy Clark and Mark Dawson. Timothy Clarke and Aaron Pearce. Michael
Corbyn and Joshua Jenkins." Mr Trent continued.

Daniel noticed one of the boys from his dorm raise his hand and tried to
make himself remember the name Michael. He couldn't give it too much
thought as the teacher called his name out next, followed by, "Joseph
Hunter!"

Daniel froze for a second. Could it be the same guy...

"Hey bud," a tall, skinny Year 10 boy with wavy ginger hair, brown eyes and
a goofy smile said, placing a hand on his shoulder. It was indeed the same
boy Daniel had met at the selection day.

*****

Six months earlier...

"If you could wait here please," Mr Everett said, showing Daniel out of the
room then looking to his parents. "Mr and Mrs Davies, please come in," he
said with a polite smile.

Daniel looked at his parents glumly as they eagerly jumped up to enter. He
still couldn't believe this was happening. They were really trying to send
him to boarding school? He always thought that was just for delinquents,
criminals and orphans. He sat down, glancing briefly at the older boy sat
opposite, who had been assisting Mr Everett throughout the afternoon.

"How did it go?" the older boy asked.

Daniel just shrugged. It had just been a conversation. He was expecting a
full-on examination based on how hard everyone said the school was to get
into.

The older boy smiled. He knew how the boy felt. He had been there himself
just a few years earlier. "You may wanna get comfortable," he said,
gesturing to the door. "This part takes aaaaaages."

"Great," the moody boy said sarcastically.

"I'm Joseph, by the way," the boy introduced himself.

"Daniel," Daniel replied with a dismissive shrug.

Joseph stood up. "Ya know, the only instruction they gave me was to keep an
eye on you and make sure you stay safe while your parents are
occupied. They never said we had to stay here. Wanna go take a look
around?"

Daniel looked at the door. He suspected his parents might be annoyed at him
if he wandered off, but as he was annoyed with them, it seemed like a good
idea. Besides, misbehaving might make the school decide not to offer him a
place. "Yeah, okay," he said, standing up and following as Joseph headed
out of the waiting area.

The rooms being used for the interviews and selection activities were in a
hotel, but being mid-week in the daytime, the place was pretty quiet.

"So what d'you reckon about going to Kingswood?" Joseph asked as they
casually strolled down a long corridor.

"It sucks!" Daniel pouted.

Joseph laughed. "Yeah, that's what I thought too," he said with a
grin. "But... erm... well my feelings have changed on it a little."

"Mine won't," Daniel insisted.

"Fair enough," Joseph said with a nod. "I'm not gonna tell you what you
should or shouldn't do, but I'm definitely gonna say there's a lot more to
Kingswood than schoolwork!"

Daniel rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that guy said the whole 'it's like family'
thing, but that's stupid."

"Is it? Why?" Joseph asked, amused by the boy's obvious annoyance.

"Well if family's so great, why make us go somewhere that's 'like' family,
when we could just stay home... ya know... with 'actual' family!" Daniel
replied.

Joseph burst into laughter. "You're a smart one aren't you. Between that
and," he paused, gesturing at the whole of Daniel, from his head to his
feet, "All of this, you'll fit right in!"

Daniel frowned, not quite sure what to make of the comment.

"Hey, what's in here?" Joseph asked as they passed a door. He tried the
handle and it opened, so he pushed it slowly open and peeked inside. "Oh
cool!" he exclaimed, walking in.

"What?" Daniel asked, curious.

"Wanna watch some TV?" Joseph asked, pointing to the huge screen set
against one wall of the small room. There were a couple of sofas facing
it. He grabbed the remote and sat down.

Daniel lingered by the door. "I dunno. Will we get in trouble for being in
here?"

"Not if we don't get caught," Joseph insisted. "Now come sit down!" He
patted the seat next to him, so Daniel closed the door and came to sit
beside him. "Let's see what's on!"

The TV turned on and started playing news, so Joseph quickly navigated to
the guide. He started scrolling down, saying things like, 'boring',
'snoozefest' and 'no way' at each program listed. He continued scrolling
down, whizzing past the kids channels, despite apparent interest from
Daniel, though he didn't want to show it in front of the older boy.

"Oh cool!" Joseph said, as they reached the more mature channels. He
glanced at Daniel and asked, "You... erm... you ever look at these
channels?" he asked. "Sometimes they have previews where you get to
see... ya know... stuff!"

"No!" Daniel insisted, but his blushes said otherwise.

"Let's try this one!" Joseph said, stopping on one of the titles. As he
clicked it, two naked men appeared on screen. "Oh my God!" he
exclaimed. "Is this channel unlocked?" He quickly went up a couple of
channels and back down, but found that only that one seemed to be playing a
full feature.

The two boys sat in silence, staring at the screen. The two men were
kissing, and though they were naked, their bodies were pressed together,
concealing their cocks. A few moments later, they pulled apart, each
grabbing the others cock and stroking it gently.

Joseph was squirming a little, his hand on his crotch, trying not to look
like he was doing anything. "Do... do you... erm... jerk off yet?" he asked
awkwardly, cheeks bright red.

Daniel looked terrified. Between the images on the screen and the boy
beside him, it was like nothing he had felt before, but he understood why
Joseph's hand was where it was. His own cock was rigid. He thought about
the question and lied, "Y... yeah... of course!"

"Liar!" Joseph said with a snigger. "Do you even know what it is?"

Daniel considered lying again, but instead just shook his head.

Joseph gestured to the screen. "It's pretty much what they're doing. You
can do it to others, but you can just do it to yourself too!"

"W... why?" Daniel asked nervously.

"Cos it feels good. Like, really good!" Joseph said, eyes wide at the
thought of it. "Do you.... mind if I do it?"

Daniel trembled. The other boy was about to get his cock out. He had only
seen boys his age naked, normally at the pool in the changing rooms. He had
sometimes caught a glimpse of older boys, or men and been curious about the
much bigger cocks, but now he would see one up close... and it would be
hard too! "Sure," he said shyly, trying to pretend he was watching the TV
when it was blindingly obvious he was just watching Joseph.

Rather than just pulling out his cock, Joseph undid his trousers, then
pulled them down along with his underwear to his knees, his six inch cock
springing free. "Ah yeah," he moaned as he wrapped his hand around it. "So
it's like this," he said, stroking it slowly, then looking to Daniel who
blushed when he realised he had been caught looking.

"And it... it feels good?" Daniel asked, subconsciously groping his own
erection.

"Why don't you try it?" Joseph asked, grinning once again.

"Oh, no... erm... well I'm... erm..." Daniel stuttered, looking at Joseph's
cock.

"You're smaller, is that it?" Joseph asked frankly. He got a gentle
nod. "Dude, you're what... ten?"

"Eleven!" Daniel corrected him.

"Right, exactly, you probably haven't even started puberty yet, so of
course you're smaller. Relax, I don't care. It's about feeling good, not
about how it looks!"

Daniel smiled and nodded. As if the reassurance were permission enough to
proceed, he did the same as Joseph and pulled his trousers and briefs down
to his knees. His cock was barely two inches, but was ramrod stiff. He
grabbed it just as Joseph had, but it seemed dwarfed by his hand.

"That probably won't work for you yet," Joseph said. "Let go a sec," he
instructed.

Daniel let go and watched as Joseph reached across and took hold of it with
just his thumb and forefinger, stroking up and down the tiny tool a few
times. Daniel let out a pleasured whimper as the older boy's fingers
touched him for the first time.

"Like that!" Joseph instructed.

"Okay," Daniel said eagerly, then grabbed hold as he had been shown. He let
out a high-pitched moan of pleasure as he started stroking.

"Good, ain't it?" Joseph asked, returning to stroking his own cock. "So you
keep doing that and eventually you cum. It's got a proper name or
something, but everyone just calls it cumming," Joseph explained. "It's
weird, you kinda feel like you're gonna pee, but then you shoot spunk not
pee and it feels... like nothing else!"

"Awesome!" Daniel said excitedly, stroking his little dick faster.

"Ah, you may not get that. You're probably too young. I mean, it'll feel
good, but you won't shoot," Joseph added. "You will eventually. Maybe even
by the time you come to Kingswood!"

The two boys continued masturbating, the TV playing but both more
interested in each other than the screen.

"Can... can I... touch yours?" Daniel asked, wondering how the much bigger
cock would feel.

Joseph grinned. "How about this. You come to Kingswood and I'll let you,"
he teased. "In fact, there's a lot of stuff like this at Kingswood. You
think you'd like to try more of it?"

Daniel nodded eagerly, his hand virtually a blur on his cock now.

"Excellent!" Joseph said breathlessly as he sat back and lifted his
shirt. His cock erupted, spurting several heavy shots of spunk onto his
smooth torso.

"Wow!" Daniel gasped, then felt his own orgasm begin, his very first one!
He trembled and stared at Joseph, slightly scared, but glad the older boy
had explained what was happening.

The two boys sat catching their breath, then turned to face each other,
both blushing but smiling. A few minutes later, they were cleaned up,
dressed and heading back to the waiting area. On the way, Joseph had
continued to tell the younger boy about Kingswood, though it remained
purely about the more academic and social aspects, and less about secret
handjobs!

A short while after they got back, Daniel's parents emerged from the
meeting room, chattering politely with Mr Everett. They greeted their son
who stood to join them as Mr Everett and Joseph bid them goodbye.

"So how did he do?" Joseph asked.

"You know I can't say," Mr Everett said with a nod. "But you can. How did
he do with you? Think he's Kingswood material?"

"Definitely!" Joseph said eagerly with a grin. "I think he'd fit right in!"

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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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