Date: Sat, 9 Jan 2021 14:36:20 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Tales from Kingswood - Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

Saturday 07 September 2019

Saturday morning was always fun for the football players in the school.
While practices throughout the week were split into different sessions for
the different age teams, they all came together on once a week for practice
matches.

Josh had really been looking forward to it, despite still being Mr
Cunningham's obvious least-favourite on the team thanks to his alleged
misbehaviour the previous week in the Dining Hall. He was just heading over
to the Sports Complex, having stayed behind to chat with Rob after
breakfast as Danny and Mikey headed over, when he bumped into his two least
favourite people.

"Hey little bro!" Mark said in his usual condescending tone.

"How's little Joshua today?" Ryan added, always the more direct in his
taunting than his older brother.

"Oh, hey guys," Josh replied, trying to sound casual. He was still furious
with Mark for helping to set him up, as well as the punishment they had
inflicted upon him, despite his insistence that he was innocent.

"Not seen you all week," Mark said, grabbing his little brother's shoulder
as he appeared to try and walk away. "Kinda feels like you've been avoiding
us!"

'I have, you twat!' Josh thought, but knew that voicing it would only
irritate the older boys. "Just... erm... just busy I guess!"

"Just busy?" Mark repeated, shaking his head in disbelief and smirking at
Ryan. He suddenly grabbed at Josh, putting him in a headlock.

Josh's bag dropped to the floor as he struggled to get free from Mark's
grip. "Ow, get off!" he complained, trying to pull away.

"Why you been avoiding your favourite brothers, Joshua?" Mark taunted,
keeping his arm locked in place and dragging Josh around a little to keep
him off balance as Ryan picked up the discarded bag.

"I haven't!" Josh lied. "Come on, let me go, I gotta get to football
practice!"

"Nah, bro. We got family business to discuss!" Mark insisted, dragging Josh
along to a large oak tree just off the path with a ring of benches around
its massive trunk.

"Can't we talk another time? Mr Cunningham'll be pissed if I'm late, and
he's already got it in for me thanks to..." he paused, almost blaming Mark
directly.

"Thanks to... what?" Mark asked, squeezing his arm just a little.

Josh coughed, not quite choked yet, but feeling pretty close. "Thanks
to... my own actions!" Josh finished reluctantly, before taking a deep
breath as the arm loosened just a little. "Please, can't I go now?" he
pleaded.

"Hmm, maybe..." Mark mused. "Let me think about it for a minute!"

Josh stopped struggling, hoping his compliance would encourage the eldest
sibling to be nice, unlikely as it was. A couple of minutes passed, with
Ryan and Mark deliberating back and forth between themselves over whether
they should let Josh go, taking annoyingly long about it.

"Fine, I suppose you can go," Mark said, letting go, much to Josh's
relief. "Right after this!"

"Right after..." Josh started to ask, but didn't get to finish the
question. His brothers each grabbed one of his sides, slipping their hand
inside his sweatpants and grabbing his underwear. In unison, they both
pulled up hard, not only giving their little brother a painful wedgie as
the fabric pressed against his chastity device, but actually managing to
lift him off of the ground.

Josh yelped out in pain as his brothers broke into hysterical laughter,
jiggling the boy up and down until finally a ripping sound signalled Josh's
sudden descent. The crotch of the underwear had completely given way and
the boy landed on the ground, the two teens left holding the torn garment
around his chest.

As Ryan let go, Mark pulled it up over Josh's head and waved it like a
trophy.

"What d'ya do that for?" Josh asked angrily, immediately regretting his
abrupt tone.

"Cos we fucking wanted to!" Mark said back sharply, swatting his little
brother's head. "Now run along to football practice, I think you're running
a bit late. We'll see ya real soon!" He gave Josh a rough shove, making him
stagger away.

At the same time, Ryan threw Josh's bag at him then followed along as Mark
headed back towards the Home Building.

"Fucking cunts!" Josh muttered under his breath as he walked away, limping
slightly from the savage wedgie. Realising he actually was late now, he
quickly sped up to a jog and made his way inside.

As he got into the locker room, it was fairly quiet. It seemed all of the
other teams had already headed out onto the pitch, leaving just the Year 7
team, presumably waiting for Josh, with a rather unhappy-looking Mr
Cunningham.

"You're late!" the teacher snapped unhappily. "Hurry up and get changed.
We'd have left you out if you weren't needed!"

Although there were fifteen Year 7 boys on the team, the practices
throughout the week had shown that most of the boys, keen to imitate their
footballing idols, only had any kind of skill at offensive play. Josh was
one of the few who was actually any good in defence, leading to him being
one of the few who had the skills to play centre-back.

Josh had virtually thrown his bag down, annoyed at his brothers for
delaying him even more than he was at Mr Cunningham for snapping at him. He
pulled off his shirt and unzipped his bag, but stopped as soon as he looked
inside. He moved his boot bag aside to find his kit, which he was sure had
been on top anyway, but it was nowhere to be found. The bag contained only
his boots and a towel. He looked round nervously.

"What's the problem now?" Mr Cunningham asked impatiently.

"Sir, I.... I think I forgot my kit!" Josh said, confused.

"You think you did, or you actually did?" Mr Cunningham asked angrily.

"I..." Josh started, considering trying to explain how he had been sure it
was in there, but realising that excuses would likely anger the man
more. "I did, Sir. I'll run back and get it, I'll be quick, I promise!"

"You'll do no such thing!" the teacher said, shaking his head. "We're
already late starting your match against the Year 9s, we're not waiting any
more. No kit, then you play without it! It's a school rule!"

Several of Josh's teammates sniggered at the instruction.

"It was my brother, Sir! He must have taken it from my bag!" Josh said,
figuring Ryan had taken it out when he was occupied with Mark, fully aware
of the rule.

"Always someone else to blame with you, isn't it!" Mr Cunningham said
scathingly. "Well regardless, you can play in your underwear and take it as
a lesson on making sure you attend with the correct clothing!"

Josh felt a blind, seething fury at his brothers but the anger quickly
evaporated into embarrassment as Josh replied, "S... Sir, I'm not... I
don't have any underwear on!" The bastards had planned the whole thing!

"And I suppose that's someone else's fault as well is it?" Mr Cunningham
asked.

"Yes, Sir. I was..."

"THAT was rhetorical!" Mr Cunningham snapped. "Well no kit and no
underwear, then you go without either. Not to worry, I believe you won't
be... completely naked!"

More of the spectating boys laughed, not even being subtle about it
now. Josh realised what the man meant. He could undress fully, but he would
still be wearing his chastity device.

"Sir, I can't!" Josh insisted. "I can't play.... like that!"

"I've given you an instruction, Mr Williams!" the teacher said, his voice
calming a little. "I don't want to hear any more about it, or you will
regret it!"

"But Sir, it's not my fault!" Josh insisted furiously.

"I will give you to the count of 5 to do as you've been told, otherwise I
take things further!" Mr Cunningham warned. "One!"

"I won't do it!" Josh said firmly.

"Two!"

"This wasn't my fault!"

"Three!"

"It was my brothers!"

"Four!"

"Gimme detention then. I don't care!" Josh snapped defiantly.

"Five!" Mr Cunningham finished, getting a chorus of 'oohs' from the
gathered boys. "What makes you think detention is the next step?"

Josh, who had just looked angry so far, suddenly went pale. What else could
it be? Suspension? Expulsion?

Mr Cunningham turned to the other Year 7 boys who suddenly fell silent.

"Football is a team game. A team can only succeed when all parts of it work
together as one. If one part," Mr Cunningham started, then glanced back at
Josh before returning his gaze to the others, "Does not work, the whole
does not work. In this school, teams play together, win together and, when
needed, are punished together!"

The boys began to squirm nervously, worried that the teacher was heading
where they thought he was.

"As Josh seems reluctant to do what has been instructed on his own, it
falls to the rest of the team to do so. Year 7 team. Please remove your
kit. You will play without clothing today," he could already hear
complaints beginning, so quickly added, "And anyone who is not out on that
field in the next two minutes, suitably disrobed, will be facing detention
every week for the remainder of the term!"

The teacher stormed out of the locker room, leaving the boys in stunned
silence for a moment before all eyes fell on Josh.

"I... I didn't know he'd do that!" Josh said defensively.

"You are so fucking dead!" Anthoy Hall said angrily. The boy from dorm 1.03
was not the most intimidating presence, but his anger was as apparent as
everyone else's.

"Kill him later. We gotta go. I do NOT want detention in this place!" Danny
said, partly truthful, but partly to try and abate the rapidly-forming
lynch mob eyeing Josh.

"It's not so bad for you guys!" Kyle said, cheeks burning. "At least you
won't be completely naked!"

"Shut the fuck up, Kyle. You're just showing off cos you're not locked!"
Aaron Moore, one of Kyle's 1.04 dorm-mates replied as he pulled down his
underwear to reveal his chastity device. "We get it, you're not locked. Big
deal!"

Danny looked round at the quiet squabble between the two roommates, not
just because he felt sorry for Kyle. While he had seen Josh, Joseph and
Chris all naked in the last week, pretty much all of the other boys he had
seen had recently had been locked like he was. He had tendency to try and
not look round too much in the locker room. While he knew that Kingswood
was a very open environment, he still felt strange openly ogling other
naked boys. Unfortunately, Kyle was covering himself up immediately, but
just seeing the other boy stand there naked was exciting enough to make
Danny glad his own cock was concealed.

Hanging back a little, Danny followed as the other boys began making their
way outside, shoving each other ahead, none of them keen to be the first
one 'seen'. It did mean that Danny had a perfect view of the dozen bare
butts ahead of him. He had never really thought much about butts until the
previous night, when he had been complimented on his own, but seeing the
plethora of posteriors before him, he could feel his interest growing as
rapidly as his cock.

The Year 9 team was already on the pitch, warming up, while the Year 8 and
10 to 13 teams were sat in the stands to watch. The boys were lucky it was
only the first term. During the final term of each year, the Saturday games
were treated as a kind of official tournament and most of the school turned
out in the stands to watch the games. For the first couple of terms though,
it was just the other players, although that still added up to a fairly
sizeable chunk of the student body.

As the naked youngsters headed out onto the field, the crowd began to cheer
and laugh as they began to see what was happening. The louder the cheers
got, the more it added to the increasing embarrassment of the fifteen boys.

For Danny, it was a feeling that managed to be bother familiar and
new. Thanks to Joseph, he was used to being on show, although that had been
without the surprisingly-welcome concealment of the chastity device. Having
a crowd watching was what felt so unusual. Last night in the gym there had
been less than ten people, but now it felt like half the school was
watching and it managed to turn him on and terrify him in such equal
measure that his cock didn't have a clue whether to swell in the device or
not.

Feeling the cool breeze across his body was a largely new sensation. Being
a keen swimmer, he was used to being near-naked outside when he used
outdoor pools, but it was the gentle lick of the wind on his exposed behind
that made it feel new and exciting. Seeing the other boys in a similar
predicament only messed with his head further. Some of them were really not
handling it well already, while others were just taking it in their stride,
presumably fuelled by the anger at Josh for triggering the whole thing.

Mr Cunningham watched them emerge, counting them silently to make sure none
had run off or stayed inside, and once he was happy the whole team was out,
announced, "Okay, quick lap round the pitch to warm up, then into starting
positions!"

The boys complied, jogging slowly round the outside of the pitch. As they
got to the side nearest the stands, the cheers, cat-calls, taunts and jokes
intensified, most of the boys finding themselves singled out by at least a
few comments, especially Kyle as the only unlocked boy, who continued to
cover himself up with his hands as he ran.

"Are you okay?" Danny asked as he fell back a little to jog beside Kyle,
concerned over the boy's obvious embarrassment.

"Of course, who doesn't love naked running with spectators!" Kyle said back
sharply.

"I thought... Aaron was pretty harsh back inside. I just... sorry!" Danny
said weakly, feeling stupid for asking such a silly question.

"Oh," Kyle said, feeling bad for snapping. "Thanks, sorry, yeah,
erm... that's just... guys here are mean. That's all!"

"We're not all mean." Danny said, offering a meek smile as they turned a
corner. "Are they... always like that then?"

Kyle glanced back at Aaron who was running with Jeff Turner, another of
their roommates, then back to Danny and nodded. "That sucks. You should
hang out with us some time."

"Yeah, you all seem nice in your dorm," Kyle said, smiling as he thought
back to his encounter with Chris the night before. "Although not a big fan
of Josh right now!"

"Yeah, we're a nice bunch. And don't be too harsh on Josh. Mr C may not
have been willing to listen, but I know him. If he says his brothers
screwed him over, I believe him. He's a great guy!" Danny insisted.

"Really? I thought that was just a crappy excuse!" Kyle replied, glancing
over at Josh who was running alone.

"No. Believe me, he's more a victim in this than any of us!" Danny
explained. "And as for your dorm-mates being dicks, don't worry, they're
just jealous about..." Danny started, then nodded down towards the
unrestrained cock concealed by the awkward boy's hands. "That! I mean, I
know I'm jealous you're unlocked!" He flashed a cheeky grin.

Kyle chuckled back. He had certainly not expected to end up laughing on the
humiliating warm-up, but couldn't help but smile at the friendly boy's
comments.

Before they could talk any more, Mr Cunningham had blown his whistle to
indicate they were to take positions. Danny was in goal, as had become his
permanent role now, while Josh was a short distance ahead ready to defend
as the game quickly kicked off.

The game was certainly not enjoyable for the younger team. It was never
really expected that the younger team would win in matches like this, they
were instead just offered as learning opportunities to pick up moves and
skills from the more mature and advanced teams, but the Year 9s were
absolutely trouncing them in no time. To make matters worse, the older boys
seemed to take every opportunity they could to embarrass the naked team
further, knocking them down to get their bare bodies covered in mud,
pinching bare butts and, in several cases, tugging on chastity device
straps, knowing the pain it would cause to their private parts.

Josh by far got the worst of it, receiving some rough treatment from his
own teammates a couple of times and not just the opponents. Worse still,
Adam, the Year 9 boy he had allegedly fought with last Sunday was on the
opposing team and made no secret of his desire to cause Josh even more
misery. Mikey seemed to be doing okay with it, channelling his usual
annoyance and anger into performing as well as possible as he sped round
the pitch.

Thankfully the practice matches were made up of two twenty-minute halves
rather than a full-length match. By the end though, the rookie team was an
absolute mess, both physically and emotionally. More than one of the boys
had openly cried from the repeated taunting and humiliation and the rest
didn't look far behind. Josh himself felt like the entire world was closing
in on him as he considered what the rest of the team would inflict upon him
for this.

Once the match was over and Mr Cunningham had debriefed them, visibly
smirking at the bare, muddy bodies, they had been allowed to return to the
locker room. Normally they would have remained in the stands to observe the
other matches, but while it was not a particularly cold day, sitting around
naked and caked in mud ran the risk of making them ill and the teacher's
punishment had been intended to humiliate, not hurt.

The group was mostly silent as they made their way inside, the only noise
slowly coming from Josh who had been doing his best to hold back his fear
of what was about happen, but finally lost control. Bursting into tears as
soon as he reached his locker, he turned to face the other boys, sobbing.

"Okay.... just... do what you're gonna do..." Josh said, sniffing heavily
between words, his entire body trembling.

Anthony, who had threatened Josh earlier, stepped forward, seemingly
speaking on behalf of the team and shook his head. "You fucked up, Josh!"
he said, scowling.

"I know, I should have... just... done it..." Josh said between sobs.

"You should," Anthony said, stepping closer, the others following. He
sighed and added, "And as much as we wanna kick your ass..."

There were cheers from the others, some of them clearly still looking to
get even.

Anthony gestured for quiet and went on. "Your mates explained the crap you
get from your brothers and that they believe this really wasn't your
fault!"

"They... did?" Josh asked, glancing at Danny, then Mikey, surprised but not
displeased that he was not being beaten to a pulp yet.

"They did, and count yourself lucky. In future, Mr C tells you to do
something, you do it. Drag us into your shit again and I promise, I ain't
holding anyone back!" Anthony said, shaking his head.

"You're not... gonna... do..." Josh started, looking round the whole team
then back to Anthony.

The boy shook his head, along with the rest of the others. Many of them
didn't look happy about it, but at least seemed willing to go along with
Anthony's forgiveness... for now.

Josh began to cry even more heavily as a wave of relief washed over
him. Anthony moved over and gave him a slap on the back, several of the
other boys moving in to try and comfort him.

Danny was amazed. While he had explained the situation to Kyle, being in
goal kept him away from the rest of the team for most of the game. He
looked round to Mikey, the only other 'mate' Anthony could have been
referring to. The two boys still hadn't spoken properly since they fell out
the previous week. Danny approached cautiously and asked, "Was
this... you?" He gestured to the boys who had gone from comforting Josh to
playfully taunting and teasing, making it obvious their forgiveness was
well underway.

Mikey just shrugged without even making eye contact.

Danny shook his head and turned away, frustrated at Mikey's constant
mood. He sighed and turned back again. "Look, I'm sorry about... ya
know... before! Okay! Happy now?"

Mikey frowned. "What... why... I should be.... apologising!" he said
uncomfortably, looking genuinely confused. "I thought you just... I
dunno... wanted me to piss off and die or something!"

Danny's expression rapidly softened as he looked at the other boy with
sympathy. "No. Never!" He sighed again. "Look, let's just forget it
happened, okay? Friends again?"

Mikey smiled. It was a rare sight, but it lit up his whole face. He just
nodded happily.

Danny smiled back. "Good! And nice job saving Josh's butt, he owes you
one. I'll catch you at lunch. I gotta get this mud off before I set!" he
explained with a grin. He really was covered. With the other team taking so
many shots, he had been diving round in the mud for most of the game making
saves and now looked more like some kind of boy-shaped clay golem. He
headed away from Mikey, grabbed his towel from his locker, shooting a
relieved smile at Josh, then headed for the showers.

"Wow, and I thought I was muddy!" Kyle said, heading the same way.

"Yeah, I'd say you're a pretty close second!" Danny chuckled, seeing the
other boy was almost as filthy as he was.

Kyle glanced back towards the lockers, where most of the boys were still
happily teasing Josh, then said quietly to Danny, "Erm... I might... need
some help getting it all off!"

Danny gulped a little. The comment was clearly loaded with intention and he
wasn't quite sure how to respond.

"Unless it'd make your boyfriend jealous!" Kyle added, grinning to himself
over saying almost the exact same thing he had said to Chris the night
before and wondering whether the response would be the same.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Danny said, almost by reflex now. As if to prove
the comment true, he grinned back and said, "But yeah... I'll lend you a
hand if you... return the favour!"

Checking they weren't being watched again, the two boys ran through and
locked themselves in a cubicle, as Kyle began to look increasingly
nervous. Danny quickly hung his towel on the hook behind the door and
stepped back under the warm spray. He looked at Kyle who hesitated a
little, looking down.

"No need to be shy," Danny said with a sweet smile. He reached out and
gently tugged on Kyle's towel. As he looked at the other boy's hands,
gripping it tightly, he noticed they were shaking. "Are you... okay?" he
asked softly.

Kyle just shook his head, looking tearful.

"Hey, it's okay, we don't have to do anything, ya know," Danny said
reassuringly.

"Are you..." Kyle started shakily. "Are you.... sure?"

Danny nodded. "Do you... want me to go?"

Kyle looked thoughtful for a moment, then shook his head.

"Shall we just get clean then?" Danny offered. He suddenly felt like he had
been around Chris too long as all he wanted to do was hug the distressed
boy, but with them both being naked, it seemed like that would probably
make things worse.

Kyle nodded and smiled weakly. "I'm sorry, I thought I wanted to do
stuff..." His voice trailed off and he took a deep breath before removing
his towel and hanging it up with Danny's.

The boys remained silent as they began to wash, thick rivulets of muddy
water running down both of their bodies as they retrieved large handfuls of
shower gel to help them clean off. As Danny turned once again, he felt
hands on his back, just gently rubbing it, cleaning off the mud. He let out
a contented little mew as he let Kyle help him out. Miraculously, his cock
didn't get hard within the confines of his chastity device, the touching
was so utterly innocent and platonic that it felt nothing other than
pleasant.

When Kyle finally stopped, Danny turned to face him and asked, "Do you want
me to...?"

Kyle smiled, finally looking significantly less nervous. He turned and let
Danny return the favour, the other boy washing him down. Once it was
complete, Kyle turned back and stood awkwardly looking at Danny.

Silently, Danny raised his arms, the offer clear but no words
exchanged. Kyle happily leant in and accepted the hug, the two boys holding
each other and moving back under the shower to let the warm water wash away
the final remaining soap bubbles.

As they parted and each wrapped a towel around themselves, Kyle just said a
quiet, "Thanks!"

"You're welcome," Danny said back.

*****

Later that evening, Mikey and Nicky were heading back to the Home Building
having spent the evening playing basketball "What up, nerds!" Mikey
declared as he and Nicky entered the Home Building.

Danny and David had just finished playing Dungeons and Dragons and were
heading back to the dorm.

"Hey guys," Danny said cheerfully. He suspected Mikey's greeting had not
been intended as actual mockery, but even if it was he refused to rise to
it. After such a supremely crappy day yesterday, his Saturday had actually
been fairly nice, naked football aside.

"Did ya kill anything?" Nicky asked, casually draping an arm around
David. Despite being roughly the same age, the two boys were massively
different in height, with Nicky towering over the small boy.

David quickly launched into a full recount of their evening's
adventure. While Mikey clearly didn't care, Nicky happily listened as they
began to head up the stairs.

Mikey grabbed Danny by the shoulder and pulled him aside before he could
follow the other two. "Hey, erm... I just..." he paused, sighing. "I wanted
to say sorry again."

"No need. It's forgotten already!" Danny said with a casual shrug.

"D'you think... Chris... erm... forgives me too?" Mikey asked, looking
increasingly uncomfortable.

Danny frowned. "I never told him anything about it, so I doubt he even has
an opinion!" he replied, confused by the question.

Mikey shook his head, pursing his lips as he scowled. "So he didn't... say
anything to you? Ya know, about being pissed at me?" As Danny shook his
head, he added, "I thought you guys told each other everything!"

"What happened?" Danny asked, curiously. While it was strange that Chris
hadn't told him about any argument, what was weirder that he hadn't heard
about it from anyone else. If there was one thing their dorm truly excelled
at, it was gossip!

Mikey's brow furrowed as he thought about it. With a hint of a shrug he
explained, "I dunno. Chris was trying to be nice and pretend he doesn't
hate me and I... I guess I wasn't in the mood for it. That's all!" He moved
to head up the stairs.

Danny quickly grabbed the other boy by the arm. "Woah, hold up! Chris
doesn't hate you! I mean...have you met him? I don't think he even knows
how to hate anyone!"

Mikey smiled slightly, but it was more just a look of acceptance than
anything else. "That's exactly what someone who's pretending not to hate me
would say!"

"Wait, what?" Danny asked, letting go of Mikey. "You think I hate you? I
thought we were good!"

"We are!" Mikey insisted. "That stupid argument is, ya know, forgotten or
whatever, so now we're back to normal."

"And you think... normal is me and Chris hating you?" Danny asked, more
than a little heartbroken that his friend could even begin to feel that
way.

Mikey laughed. "Nah. It's not a you and him thing. It's... everyone. It's
fine, that's just how it is. Ya learn to live with it! Anyway, come on. We
don't need Mr Trent nagging us to get home already!" He immediately turned
and dashed up the stairs, looking back briefly to make sure Danny was
following.

The whole conversation had confused Danny tremendously. As he paced up the
stairs, he began to wonder. Did Mikey really believe everyone hated him?
Had he made it happen when they argued? Was it something they had all done?
Were they excluding him in some way? By the time he got to the top of the
stairs his mind was racing, but he was shaken from his thoughts by a
comment from behind him.

"Evening, tiger!" Brian said, giving the boy's behind a teasing flick as he
crept up behind him on the stairs.

Danny groaned quietly. His pleasant day was rapidly turning into as crappy
as the previous night. "It's Danny!" he said, folding his arms angrily as
he looked back at the older boy a few steps below him.

"Actually I'm Brian, you'd think you'd at least remember my name by now!"
Brian said back with a playful grin.

"That's... you..." Danny stuttered angrily. "Ugh, you're SO annoying!"

"Saw your match this morning," Brian said, ignoring the insult. "You know,
I'm struggling to remember the last day I DIDN'T see you naked."

Danny blushed profusely. He had forgotten Brian was on the Year 10 team. He
had been so caught up in the match and his awkward encounter with Kyle in
the showers that he had not really given much thought to who had seen the
team's humiliation. "What's your point?" Danny asked, trying to sound
unbothered and failing miserably.

Brian shrugged. "None really. But if this is the new pattern that's
forming, I'm looking forward to tomorrow!"

"Not happening!" Danny insisted. Pausing as a couple of older boys walked
up the stairs past them. "Only club I've got tomorrow is drama and my
clothes are staying on for that!"

"Then maybe I'll convince Joseph to take you to the gym again!" Brian
replied with a slight snigger.

"That was your idea?" Danny asked angrily, taking a step down towards the
older boy, but realising quickly that all it had done was made him feel
shorter as they were now face-to-face, despite Brian being a step further
down the stairs.

Brian raised his eyebrows, suppressing a grin. "I.... may have had some
input!"

"Well.... pick on your own guy. You know Chris'd love stuff like that!"
Danny said, not really thinking about how personal the information he
shared may have been. He blushed a little, realising he may have revealed
something Chris had not shared with his mentor yet.

"Oh I know!" Brian said, with a knowing nod, getting a slight sigh of
relief from the younger boy. "But you're so much more fun to play with!"

Danny felt himself blushing again as his face screwed up in
frustration. "Well.... stop! I'm not yours to play with!"

Brian just chuckled. He stepped around Danny and moved a couple of steps
up, then reached back and ruffled the boy's hair. "You gotta learn to relax
and enjoy yourself, sweet-cheeks." he said, then carried on walking.

Flustered and irritated, Danny called after him, "Yeah, well... you try
having fun when you're naked!" Danny realised that the boy's still on the
ground floor and a couple on the stairs above him had heard what he shouted
and blushed as they all looked at him in amusement.

"I hope that's an offer!" Brian called back, turning to give a playful
wink. "Catch ya later, sugar-lump!"

"It's Danny!" the boy growled back before storming off into the dorm.

*****

"Are you... really okay... with us... being open?" Nicky asked
breathlessly.

"You wanna.... unnnh.... talk about this now?" William asked with a bemused
grin that quickly faded as Nicky thrust hard into him.

The two boys had hidden themselves away in a private study room under the
guise of a mentoring session. While that was how it started, the two had
soon ended up naked.

"Good point!" Nicky said with a grin as he leaned forward.

William was laying on the desk with his legs in the air as Nicky fucked
him, the younger boy pressing his body against them as he reached down to
tease his lover's nipples. While Nicky felt like he could easily cum at any
time, he continued to work William's arse while teasing and kissing him in
hopes of triggering an orgasm, something he had not yet managed to do.

"Sit up," Nicky instructed, immediately grabbing William as he propped
himself up on his elbows and pulling him into a passionate kiss.

"Mmmmyeah," William moaned happily as Nicky's lips eventually left his and
worked their way across his cheek and onto his ear, nibbling on it
gently. "Fuuuuck," he groaned as the younger boy's fingers tweaked both
nipples at once.

"Are you... close?" Nicky whispered in his boyfriend's ear before
immediately nibbling on it again.

"Yeah," William said dreamily, then reached up with one hand to stroke
Nicky's hair out of his face as he pulled back to look him in the eye. "But
I don't think I'll get there!"

"I'm happy to... keep trying!" Nicky said with a wry grin as he thrust in
again.

"It's okay," William reassured him, letting his hand caress the boy's
cheek. "I don't need to cum to have fun!"

"No... but it helps!" Nicky replied, pulling out completely. He reached up
and put two fingers into William's mouth, giggling as he felt the teen's
tongue sliding round them, knowing what was about to happen.

"Ugggh! Yes!" William moaned as the fingers were removed from his mouth and
then immediately thrust inside his hole. "Fuuuuuuuck!" he gasped as Nicky's
fingers headed straight to his prostate. It was an intense sensation, but
not necessarily the most enjoyable. Nicky's eagerness to trigger an orgasm
seemed to have taken over from his initial desire to pleasure his lover.

"Come on, you can do it!" Nicky encouraged William as he finger-fucked the
older boy desperately.

"That... kinda... hurts!" William said, sounding almost scared to say it.

Nicky pulled his fingers out right away and took a step book, looking
horrified. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you okay? I'm so
sorry!" he said shakily.

William's legs dropped to the floor and he shoved himself up to stand then
took hold of the younger boy. "It's okay, I know you just wanted me to feel
good!" he said softly, then kissed him briefly. "But like I said, I don't
need to cum. I love doing this stuff... any stuff... with you!"

"Me too!" Nicky replied happily, holding the naked teen tightly, their
bodies pressing together.

"Good!" William said happily. He slid his hand between their bodies to grab
Nicky's oversized cock. "But you definitely need to cum. How d'you wanna do
it?"

"How do YOU wanna do it?" Nicky asked, wanting to please his lover.

William frowned. "You're in charge. It's your call!" he explained.

Nicky immediately grabbed him, turned him round and bent him over the desk,
then spit in his hand and applied it to his cock before gently sliding
inside him. This was not like the violent finger-fuck, it was fast and
fairly hard, but intended just to help him reach orgasm. William happily
assisted the best he could, by clenching on each onward thrust to increase
the pleasure for his young partner.

Nicky could feel the pleasure growing, the pressure in his balls increasing
by the second as his over-sized cock throbbed inside the butt of his
lover. "Oh... God... yesssss!" he hissed excitedly as a few more thrusts
push him over the edge. Several thick spurts shot inside William as Nicky
continued a high-pitched moan of pure delight. "Ugh, that was good!" he
whispered as he collapsed forward onto William's back, holding him
lovingly.

"Yeah it was!" William said dreamily, enjoying the weight of the slender
boy on top of him, his softening cock still inside him. "Still wanna talk?"

"I mostly wanna sleep!" Nicky said back, sounding like he was already
halfway there. He let out a heavy sigh. "I wish I could sleep with you. I'd
love to wake up with you beside me!"

"Yeah, me too," William replied downheartedly. Even if they were at the
stage where they were happy to announce their relationship to the world,
sleepovers between dorms were generally not officially allowed.

Nicky sighed again but pushed himself up, giggling as his cock slid out of
William, accompanied by a tiny dribble of his cum. "All I wanted to talk
about was... are you sure you're okay with this... ya know... open stuff?"

"Yeah!" William said, standing too, casually holding his boyfriend. "But
only if you are!"

"You kidding? I think it's awesome. Fool around with whoever I want but
still have an amazing boyfriend. That's frickin' perfect!" Nicky said
happily, grinning broadly.

William nodded, enjoying the younger boy's obvious
delight. "So... erm... have you?" he asked cautiously. "I mean, fooled
around with anyone else?"

Nicky shook his head. "No. I kinda had to be sure you were okay with it. I
didn't wanna do it if it might... mess things up with us!"

"Go for it!" William gave his blessing. "Stick your dick in anyone ya
like. So long as it's me you you always come back to, I'm cool with that!
Besides, I'm just the lowly sub. My opinion, doesn't matter, right?" He
chuckled at the comment. He always enjoyed subbing for Jonathan and it had
been truly exciting to have that secret shared with his new lover.

Nicky frowned a little at the comment as he pulled away and grabbed his
underwear. "Would it... bother you of we didn't... erm... do that stuff?"

"What stuff?" William asked, cleaning himself up with his own discarded
underwear.

"The... dom/sub stuff, you know, you doing what you're told and me being in
charge," Nicky explained. As William looked at him questioningly he said,
"I feel like that's... you and Jon stuff, and I can't wait to do it again
with you both cos it's hot, but when it's just us I'd rather be your
boyfriend than your... like, master or whatever!"

"Of course," William said, approaching the boy and placing a hand on each
cheek. "So long as you're happy and I get to be with you, you can have
anything you want!"

"You make me happy!" Nicky said. He knew how cheesy it was and almost felt
like mocking himself, but it was simply, undeniably true.

"Good!" William said, giving the boy another fleeting kiss before he
continued dressing. "So who've you got your eye on first? You know, to play
around with?"

Nicky shrugged. "Dunno. Most of the guys in my dorm are freakin' adorable,
but... they're not ready for this sorta stuff yet. They're still getting
all giggly and horny over even seeing another guy's boner!"

"Fuck," William said, shaking his head.

"What?"

"I dunno, I guess... sometimes I forget you're only eleven," William
started.

"I'm twelve in ten days!" Nicky interjected immediately.

"Exactly, still eleven!" William insisted, much to the visible annoyance of
the younger boy. "Don't be in too much of a hurry to leave that
behind. Sure, playing their games and joining in might seem a bit... I
dunno... kiddy compared to what we do, but it's still fun. It's kinda like
I don't need to cum to enjoy what we do, you don't need to be fucking your
mates to have fun with them!"

"Yeah, I guess," Nicky said with an accepting nod.

"But that said, if you could fuck any one of them, which would it be?"
William asked with a cheeky grin.

"Why stop at one?" Nicky asked, grinning back.

*****

Mr Trent had just carried out his second check of the evening, although it
was becoming briefer every day. Rob's suggestion that building up a facade
of good behaviour would lead to more lax monitoring was already beginning
to pay off.

The boys had chattered away for a while as usual, much of it centred around
the Year 7 football team's naked punishment earlier in the day, much to the
embarrassment of the three boys who had endured it.

Chris had remained uncharacteristically quiet throughout it, much to
Danny's surprise. He knew how much the Irish lad loved the embarrassing
range of punishments the school seemed willing to dish out and it seemed
unlike him to miss the opportunity to talk (or fantasise) about it
more. Instead, he just seemed lost in thought.

As Chris lay there with the conversation dying down, he saw Danny looking
at him through the low light and flashed him a smile. When the other boy
leaned over and whispered, "You okay?" he had replied with a simple, "Yeah,
just thinking!"

Danny had accepted the comment at face value, but added, "I'm here if you
need company!"

Chris did want company. He had pretty much come to accept that he always
did. Being alone was just something he neither liked nor could handle. He
had actually wanted to get straight into bed with Danny that evening, but
he had a point to make and remained in his own bed, although that would
have to wait until everyone else was asleep.

For now, he found his mind wandering onto the previous night and the time
he had spent with Kyle. Just thinking about the other boy was a strange
feeling. It had been a strange encounter. What had started as two upset
boys finding comfort in company, grew into a budding friendship, shifted
towards something potentially sexual and ended with a kiss. His natural
instinct when he had confusing thoughts was to talk to Danny, but somehow
he felt like he couldn't for this, but he just didn't understand why.

He had replayed the encounter in his mind several times before he realised
the room was silent. As quietly as he could, he slid down the ladder to the
floor, but as soon as he reached the ground he felt a hand grab his wrist.

"Chris," Mikey whispered, sitting up.

Chris smiled, sitting down on the bed beside his downstairs neighbour. "I
was just coming to see you!" he whispered back.

They both looked round at the sound of Josh stirring in his sleep.

"Get in," Mikey said, leaning back and lifting the covers. Chris slid in
beside him and he dropped them down over both of their heads, plunging them
into total darkness as they lay face-to-face. "I'm sorry!" Mikey said
softly before Chris had a chance to say anything.

"It's okay," Chris reassured him.

"No, it's not!" Mikey insisted. "I didn't mean what I said last night. I
just..." He trailed off for a moment.

"It's really okay," Chris said, stroking Mikey's arm softly.

"I just get... angry sometimes!" Mikey explained, sniffing slightly.

"You don't say!" Chris said with a slight chuckle.

"Piss off," Mikey said, almost smiling.

"Look, you definitely over-reacted, but... you were kinda right too. I only
came to you cos Danny wasn't free and that wasn't nice. So tonight, you are
my first and only choice!" Chris whispered as he continued stroking Mikey's
arm.

Mikey grinned. "Thanks," he said, then leaned over to rest his head against
Chris' chest. "So you're staying?" he asked happily.

"I'm yours for the night!" Chris said back proudly.

"Sweet!" Mikey said back dreamily as he snuggled against the other
boy. "G'night!"

"Night," Chris replied, happily cuddling up to him.

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