Date: Fri, 22 Apr 2022 14:27:00 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 13

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The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 13


Wednesday 18 November 2020

"I hate you!" Danny growled shaking his head. "Like, literally hate!" he
added moodily.

"It's sweet that you think that bothers me," Blane said, deliberately
patronising the boy as he stood over him.

"I'm gonna punch you in the nuts!" Danny threatened. "Just... wait until I
can move my arms again. Or better yet, grab my arm and use it to punch
yourself in the nuts!"

Blane sniggered at the boy. This was their second time at the gym together,
the first taking place Monday where Blane had mostly just assessed Danny's
abilities, established his lifting weight, stamina and preferences for
equipment. Danny had left that first session almost bouncing for joy, but
Blane knew it wouldn't last, not once he really got started.

"I want to work out properly!" Danny had insisted when they spoke about
it. "To push myself hard. Brian's been fun, but he gets... distracted too
easily. My old trainer, Jesse, he was amazing by the way. He taught me so
much but he was... nice. He seemed scared to push me too hard, usually said
I was too young or too small to really get into it, but I'm thirteen
now. I'm ready to do this properly!"

Blane had listened to the boy and had been genuinely impressed by his
passion, enthusiasm and dedication. Just getting up at 6am once was a
challenge for most of the students at the school, but for Danny to be
willing to do it four or five times a week showed how seriously he took
it. Blane had heard so much about Danny over the last year. His little
brother Chris, being Danny's best friend, spoke about him... a LOT, so it
was nice for Blane to get to know him himself.

Their workout that morning had been vigorous, Blane still very much testing
the boy's limits and capabilities. As Danny lay on the floor, sweaty,
motionless and panting, Blane shook his head and said, "I thought you
wanted to do this properly!"

"I do!" Danny insisted, then scowled a little and added, "I'd just like to
still be alive to see the results!"

Blane laughed aloud. Danny was quick, and not just on the treadmill but
even in his cranky, exhausted state Blane could see no real malice in the
boy's eyes. They were angry words, but just borne of exhaustion. "Nobody's
ever died from being `a bit worn out', ya langer!"

"Hey! I know what that means, Chris taught me!" Danny whined. "You're a
teacher... sort of... you can't call me that!"

Blane shrugged. "Well if you can threaten to punch a `sort-of' teacher in
the balls, then a `sort-of' teacher can call you a langer... ya langer!"

"Not a langer!" Danny pouted, propping himself up on both elbows.

"That'd be easier to believe if you weren't laying on the floor, whining
like a langer!" Blane teased.

Face screwed up angrily, Danny forced himself to his feet. "I'm NOT a
langer!" Danny snapped, staring Blane in the eye, but his forcefulness
undermined a little by how far up he was having to look to do it. Blane
easily towered over him.

"Maybe you're not, but you're obviously not too tired to move after all,
so... let's keep going!" Blane sniggered.

Danny's eyes narrowed, angrily realising he had been fooled so
easily. "Have I told you how much I hate you?" he growled.

"It's come up," Blane said casually. "Now, squat thrusts, give me ten!"

"I think this just became child abuse!" Danny grumbled as he squatted.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that," Blane said sharply. "You'd best make it
fifteen while I try and figure out what you said!"

"Okay, sorry, I'll do ten!" Danny quickly apologised.

"Oh, I heard ya perfectly clear that time. Much better!" Blane
sniggered. While Danny was seemingly willing to try, the strain was quite
obvious, so Blane moved to his side, squatted down and copied him as he
went through the motions of the squat thrust. "Yeah, that's it, just a
little jump. Doing great, four to go," he encouraged, keeping pace with
him.

Danny let out a moan as he neared the end, but kept going, clearly spurred
on by the young man's support. As he finished the last one, he stood,
shoulders slumped, panting. "You could at least give me a reward for doing
it," he pouted.

"Aww, does the lil langer want a medal every time he manages to do
something. Feck off," Blane said sharply, though he couldn't deny Danny
really was doing well and looked so utterly exhausted. He sighed and said,
"Your other trainers gave you rewards then?"

Danny nodded, blushing a little. "Yeah, with Brian it was
always... boyfriend stuff," his blushes intensified. "With Jesse, sometimes
he'd reward me by..." Danny paused, gulping as he look Blane up and down,
as always an older reflection of Chris. "By taking... clothes off!"

"Mmm-huh, I see," Blane smirked. "Well, I won't be taking any clothes off
and I'll leave `boyfriend stuff' for, ya know, your boyfriend!"

"Okay," Danny said, still a little embarrassed about bringing it up.

"But I tell ya what. After we finish off the last few exercises, I'm gonna
be needing a shower. Do the rest with no complaints and... maybe we can
share a cubicle!" Blane offered.

Danny's eyes widened. Had his cock stiffened any faster, his shorts might
have been ripped off and catapulted towards Blane. He gulped again as he
nodded slightly.

Blane's plan had worked perfectly. He really didn't have much left he
wanted Danny to do, but worked through it all and to Danny's credit, aside
from the grunts and moans as he exerted himself, he didn't utter a single
further word of complaint.

Danny's silence continued as they headed out of the gym and into the locker
room. The closer they got to it, the more excited and nervous he got. This
was not the first adult he would be seeing naked, that honour belonged to
Mr Trent, drama teacher and Master of the first floor of the Home
Building. Several weeks ago Chris had secretly recorded him naked and
showed the video to Danny and just four days ago, Danny had been given a
birthday present from a mysterious benefactor that had consisted of him
being allowed to do whatever he wanted to a naked and restrained Mr Trent.

This felt different though. Blane KNEW Danny would see him. He was doing
this completely voluntarily. More than that though, this was his best
friend's big brother! Chris was fiercely protective of his family and went
to great lengths to make known both of his big brothers were off-limits to
his friends, especially now Blane was living at the school. Blane was the
ultimate forbidden fruit to Danny and he hadn't even hesitated to take a
bite.

As Blane peeled his t-shirt off, Danny openly stood and stared. Despite
their apparent status as `just friends', Danny had always thought Chris was
one of the most beautiful boys he had ever met. Blane was the sibling that
looked most like Chris which meant he shared the stunning beauty, but had
the added benefit of an extra ten years of growth, very much the
stunningly-handsome man to Chris' stunningly-beautiful boy.

Blane's body was a true sight to behold as well. The young Teaching
Assistant was both a keen gym-goer and an accomplished street dancer, even
leading the school's dance club, and it very much showed in his
physique. Every muscle was toned and tight and defined, his
perfectly-sculpted chest peppered with light brown hair while his ripped
stomach was smooth aside from a tiny patch around his navel that flared
down towards the waistband of his shorts.

"Mate, I'm sharing a cubicle with you, not giving you a strip show. Quit ya
drooling!" Blane teased seeing the boy watching him.

Danny let out a noise that could have meant anything, but he quickly began
to undress, though his eyes still kept wandering back to the gorgeous
man. Danny was soon down to just his underwear, but froze, partly not
wanting to be the first one naked but largely out of nervousness of what he
was about to show. If the rest of Blane's body was anything to go by, the
contents of his underwear would be impressive too, while Danny felt his
dick was still very undeveloped. In reality, he was moderately
well-developed for a boy of thirteen and his undeniable arousal had
lengthened his dick to its full five inches. Danny had little else to show
down there really though. A few weeks earlier at Halloween, the small
blonde bush he had been growing had been shaved and regrowth was taking
annoyingly long.

Blane seemed to have no such compunctions, casually shucking his underwear,
though he had his rear to Danny at the time. Though it gave Danny a good
view of his butt, which was bubbly and pert, he had a towel wrapped around
his waist before he turned to face the boy.

Not wanting to get caught staring, Danny quickly moved and pulled his own
underwear off. As his boner sprang free, Blane smirked.

"Wow, that workout really was brutal... you're stiff all over!" Blane said
with a snigger as Danny blushed and wrapped a towel around his waist. "Come
on, kiddo," he added, nodding to the shower room.

Danny nodded and followed. As was normal for that time of day, the room was
mostly empty, with the sound of just a single running shower echoing around
the room. Blane opened the door to a cubicle and gestured for Danny to go
in, then followed and locked the door behind them. He immediately turned on
the shower then reached back to hang his towel on the back of the door,
leaving Danny stood in the corner, once again staring at his back.

As Blane started showering, sticking his head under the spray, running his
fingers through his wet hair, Danny cautiously removed his towel and hung
it up too. As he stood watching Blane's muscular back, rivulets of water
running down it, over his butt and down his hairy, toned legs. Danny
tentatively reached out and let his fingers make contact with the small of
Blane's back.

"Woah, what you doing?" Blane asked, jumping away and turning.

Danny's eyes were instinctively drawn downwards. Blane's cock wasn't huge,
at least not by adult standards. Relaxed by the warm water, it hung limply
at a few inches, heavy balls dangling beneath and a well-maintained patch
of hair above it. "Oh, erm... I thought... erm..." Danny stuttered.

"Share a cubicle. That was the deal!" Blane said, shaking his head
disapprovingly. "Danny, I may only be a `sort-of' teacher to you, but there
are still rules!" he insisted.

"Oh... erm... I'm..." Danny stuttered, getting visibly upset at his
apparent mistake, his jaw trembling.

"Aww, mate, it's okay!" Blane said, reaching out to grab the boy, pulling
him into a hug.

Danny felt his erection press into Blane's leg while the young man's bare
cock pressed into his stomach, while strong arms wrapped around him. It was
so confusing, having such arousal from the contact at the same time as
feeling embarrassed about his error. "I'm sorry," Danny whimpered.

"Don't be. I probably should have been clearer," Blane said as he let
go. "But rules are rules, Danny. I mean, you wouldn't mess around with a
teacher, would you?"

Danny's eyes went wide as Mr Trent ran through his head, though he couldn't
reveal that. Instead he just shook his head as he blushed, hands casually
dropping to try and conceal a little of his arousal.

"Of course, if you decide you need to relieve yourself, it's not like I can
really stop you!" Blane said with a shrug.

"You... want me to... to..." Danny stuttered, hands shaking.

"No!" Blane frowned, shaking his head. "Of course not. I don't WANT
anything, but it looks like you do and I just wanted you to know it's safe
if you choose to! I'll just be over here showering." He reached out to grab
a couple of pumps of shower gel and immediately applied them to his chest,
lathering himself up with both hands.

Danny stared back, eyes darting up and down Blane's body, occasionally
glancing down to his own erection. He couldn't do it, could he? Stand there
and jerk off in front of Blane... in front a teacher... in front of Chris'
big brother. While he was still making a mental list of why he shouldn't do
it, his hand had grabbed his dick and started stroking. Blane wasn't
watching him, he was just showering and Danny wasn't sure whether that made
it more or less embarrassing, but his hand began to speed up.

"Unnh, oh... god..." Danny moaned quietly as the pleasure grew. He wasn't
sure what Blane wanted. Did he just want Danny to cum quickly and get it
done? Was he judging him? Would a quick cum shot make him look like he was
bad sexually? Did he even care at all? It was as confusing as it was
humiliating, but whatever it was, it was working for Danny. His orgasm
built quickly. "Oh god, I'm cumming!" he yelped, louder than intended.

"Hnnh, good to know," Blane smirked, turning away from Danny as he began to
shoot.

Danny spurted his load onto the floor of the shower, hating Blane for not
even looking, while simultaneously glad he hadn't been fully on show.

"Best get cleaned up, kiddo," Blane said as he washed away the last of the
shower gel and moved back to Danny, nudging him towards the warm jet of
water.

Danny showered in silence, eyes still wandering back to Blane occasionally
and noting, with frustration, that the young man seemed to have no interest
in watching him. Once he finished, they headed back out into the locker
room.

"So, whadda you say, sport?" Blane asked. "Think that's a good enough
incentive to keep you working out properly?"

Danny's head was a mess. The playful nicknames made him think of Brian,
while the beautiful face was a reminder of Chris and the supportiveness
mixed with teasing was reminiscent of his mentor, Joseph. All of that,
mixed with the sexual excitement and humiliation added up to a very
confusing package. It was like someone had taken all the best bits of the
guys in Danny's life and smooshed them together into one
person. "Y... yeah... I'd say so," he stuttered back nervously.

*****

As Wednesdays went, today had been thoroughly mediocre. Double German in
the morning was always a little dry, but the day had finished with double
Drama, a new class for the boys in Year 8 and the first time they had been
in a class taught by Mr Trent. It was always fun and a great way to end a
pretty dull day.

Following their after-school study/homework hour, the boys of dorm 1.05 had
followed their daily tradition of heading to dinner together. It was always
nice to have the boys all together, especially when joined by their
honorary members – Kyle from 1.08 and Adrian from 1.07. While sometimes
the boys broke into a lively group conversation, today was one of the
quieter days and smaller groups seemed to form around the conversations
they were having.

Danny had been drawn into a conversation with Kyle and Adrian as they
quietly planned their next roleplay scenario. Adding Kyle to their
activities had brought with it so many possibilities, not simply by having
a third `actor' to take part, but just having Kyle's ideas and input, the
quiet, anxious boy seemingly harbouring a truly devious mind.

Chris could hear parts of Danny's conversation beside him and would have
liked to listen in more, but he had something else to worry about. "So what
you got on tonight?" Chris asked his boyfriends casually. Mikey was sat at
his side with Nicky sat opposite. He knew what they had scheduled, but this
was part of a scheme he had set up with Mikey.

"Oh, I've got Athletics and then Basketball later," Mikey answered, then
looked to Nicky and asked, "How about you?" He glanced briefly to Chris and
got a gentle kick under the table. Four days earlier, Mikey had gone to
watch Nicky at Diving practice only to be told by Nicky's mentor that he
had quit a month earlier. Nicky had not mentioned it and had actually
claimed to still be going. When Mikey talked to Chris about it, he had been
convinced Nicky wouldn't really lie to them, so this ploy had been set up
to see for certain.

"Diving then joining you for Basketball," Nicky smiled back at Mikey.

Mikey and Chris looked at each other, both knowing they had just been lied
to. They had agreed that, if he did lie, they would not confront him about
it there and then. A dramatic argument in the very public Dining Hall felt
like such a Year 7 thing to do, and they were grown-up, mature Year 8s
now. They would pick a more suitable time and place to have a reasonable
conversation about it.

Realising their exchanged look might seem suspicious, Mikey quickly asked,
"And you?"

"Oh... erm..." Chris stuttered. "Drama then Creative Writing!" The
conversation quickly moved on, a definitely awkwardness lingering.

To their side, Josh was sat with Rob, having just spent their study hour
with Rob tutoring him in English. Rob had been asked by Josh, along with
James and David, to help him improve his grades in most of his subjects,
determined to see a better result on his Year 8 final report. While some
lingering issues had pushed the two boys apart initially, meaning the
tutoring had not been happening, things were starting to improve between
them, and they were starting to get back on track with both the studies and
their friendship.

As the conversation lulled a little, Josh frowned, thinking about something
he had been avoiding, at Rob's request. Quietly, he asked, "So whadda you
think he wants?"

"I told you earlier, I really don't know. I haven't even spoken to him for
over a week!" Rob replied. The `him' in question was Alex, Rob's
boyfriend... or perhaps ex-boyfriend, it was still unclear. Both he and
Josh had received a message earlier in the day asking them to meet him
after dinner. Rob glanced over to Alex, sat at the Year 10 table. While he
felt awful about being estranged from his boyfriend, he couldn't help but
smile at the fact Alex actually seemed to be talking to his
classmates... and happy. Rob's actions may have decimated their
relationship, but if it helped Alex reconcile with his peers, it was worth
it... probably.

"He ain't dumpin' ya!" Josh stated bluntly. "I mean, who invites an
audience to break up with someone?"

"I suppose," Rob said thoughtfully.

"But then I suppose he wouldn't invite an audience if he's planning to make
up with you and snog your face off either... or is he?" Josh asked, looking
a little confused. "I'm not sure how I feel about watching you hook up with
your boyfriend!"

"Hey, he was your boyfriend first!" Rob said, trying to make light of it.

"Well yeah, but that was mostly pretend!" Josh insisted. His relationship
with Alex had all been part of Alex's way of protecting Josh from his older
brothers. "Either way, it's gonna be awkward as fuck!"

"Not helping," Rob grumbled sadly.

To their side, the last two members of the dorm, James and David, were
equally distracted by their own discussion.

"All I'm saying is... I don't know how effective it actually is," James
said thoughtfully. "I mean, all I've done is trade... wasting time doing
`you-know-what' for wasting time convincing you to LET ME
do... `you-know-what'!"

David smirked at James' reluctance to voice the actual behaviours he was
alluding to. While David himself was fairly timid when it came to openly
talking about sex, he knew nobody around them would even care if James
mentioned wanking. After being released from chastity, James had found
himself spending what he considered an `unacceptable' amount of time
playing with himself. James actually seemed to think that ANY time spent on
sexual activity was wasteful, but that was a thread neither of them had
dared to pull at yet. James had resorted to extreme measures to control his
urges. He had stolen a chastity device from Dr Arkwright and locked
himself, only to end up with David holding his keys.

David was enjoying having the access to his friend's penis. Being eager to
reach sexual maturity himself, his body continuously failed to comply and
no matter how often he was `tested' he remained incapable of ejaculation,
leaving him locked in chastity. Playing with James was the next best thing,
though their brief venturing into more intimate sexual activity had not
ended well. David had tried to suck James' cock but the ultra-serious boy
had completely freaked out, virtually having a full-blown panic attack.

"Well the simple solution is that I just never let you..." David paused,
smirked and finished in a slightly mocking, "... do `you-know-what'!"
James' face immediately dropped. "I mean, if you know it'll NEVER happen,
you'll stop wasting time asking, right?"

James was stuck. David's logic was completely sound. It would solve THAT
problem, but it wouldn't solve his other problem... the fact he actually
enjoyed orgasms and craved more. He could never admit that though. Sex was
a waste of time - time that could be spent doing something productive like
studying! "Well... n... no, I mean... erm... I think... erm..."

"Oh relax," David sniggered. He liked teasing James, usually being on the
other end of such behaviour, albeit in a friendly light-hearted way. David
was not a confident boy, but holding such power over James was definitely
helping to build it. "I'll still let you... do
`you-know-what'... occasionally! But how about this for a solution? Every
time you ask for it or even hint at it... I add another day until your
next... `you-know-what'!"

James looked truly conflicted. He knew it was a fantastic deterrent to stop
him asking, but he also knew most of his most recent releases had been a
result of his own pestering. Without it, who knew how long David would make
him wait. On the other side of it, saying he wanted it more often would
mean admitting he liked it and that he was as much a victim to his primal
desires as the less enlightened boys he mocked for it. "Hnnnh, fine," he
moaned eventually, seeing no other option.

"Excellent," David said happily before returning to his food. "And I'm
counting this conversation as a request, so that adds one more day!" he
teased.

*****

"Ugh, come on," Rob grumbled, staring over at the door, simultaneously
willing it to both open and stay closed as he waited for Alex to arrive.

Josh looked at the other boy, hands tightly clenched together, leg bouncing
wildly, cheeks pale. He sniggered a little.

"Glad you're enjoying this!" Rob said pointedly.

Josh grinned and shook his head. "Sorry, I'm not, it's just... I don't
think I've really seen you nervous before!"

Rob shook his head a little. "I normally just hide it better," he said with
a slight sigh, then said, "But yeah, I've not been this nervous since the
drive here on our first day!"

"Then you met me and everything got better!" Josh said with a cheesy grin,
then frowned a little, "Then a bit worse... then a lot worse, then
better... then worse again... then..." he trailed off a little, unsure
where he was up to in the history of their friendship.

Rob chuckled. "Yeah, but we're definitely at `better' lately, so let's just
leave it there," he said, leaning sideways to nudge him gently.

"Aww, so sweet," Josh giggled as he tilted his head to the side to rest on
Rob's shoulder.

The door suddenly swung open and Rob immediately jumped to his feet,
leaving Josh to unceremoniously topple to the side.

"Thanks," Josh grumbled as he sat back up.

"Alex!" Rob said awkwardly, staring wide-eyed at the older boy.

"Rob!" Alex replied, looking just as nervous.

"Josh!" Josh declared, grinning as he stood up, giggling to himself. It
worked in breaking the tension, both Alex and Rob smirking at the stupid
gesture. He moved forward and happily pulled Alex into a tight hug. While
he didn't see the older boy often, partially by choice, the shared trauma
they had endured had forged a bond they would always share.

"Hey Josh," Alex said happily as he hugged the boy back.

"Erm... if you're here to dump Rob, I'd really rather not be here!" Josh
said as he pulled away, still trying to make light of the awkwardness.

"No, I..." Alex stuttered. He looked at Rob, slightly distraught and shook
his head. "No, definitely not. Did you... think..." As Rob nodded back at
him he shook his head emphatically and grabbed Rob into a tight hug.

Josh stood aside as the other two held each other for several moments
before clearing his throat. Alex and Rob pulled apart a little, smiling
shyly at each other before moving further away.

"Could you..." Alex said, gesturing to the sofa. "I mean, could we..." he
stuttered, still painfully awkward as Rob and Josh both sat down. Alex
pulled up a chair from the table and sat in front of them, turning it
backwards to he could rest his arms on the back of it. "Erm, thanks
both... for coming," he said with a polite smile.

"How could we not? So much mystery. Ooooh!" Josh teased a little.

"You're such a little bastard," Alex sniggered, shaking his head. He let
out a slightly frustrated sigh and said, "So, I'm guessing
Josh... knows... about the... the me and you stuff?"

"You mean how you deliberately didn't tell your mates how much my brothers
fucked you over to get them to stop treating you like shit, so Rob went and
told them for you?" Josh asked with a casual shrug.

"Josh!" Rob snapped sharply. "Sorry," Rob said sheepishly to Alex.

"He's not wrong!" Alex admitted, nodding gently. He took a deep breath and
exhaled slowly, puffing out his cheeks. "Okay, so here's the thing. I
wanted to see you both because... it really affects you both, but
from... my conversations with Dr Arkwright, it seems quite likely I might
be... having some trouble... forgiving myself for... well, for a lot of
stuff. Like, helping make you suffer... being a total bitch to everyone for
years... for getting sucked into Ryan and Mark's hate..."

"Well I totally forgive you! I know it was all Ryan and Mark!" Josh said,
anger flaring a little at the mention of his former brothers.

Alex chuckled and nodded. "I know you do and that's... amazing, but it's
really about... how I feel about it myself."

Rob just stared at his boyfriend for a moment as things dropped into place
in his head. Feeling a heaviness in his chest he let out a gentle sigh and
said, "You didn't tell them because you felt like you deserved to suffer!"

Alex stared back for a moment. It was hard to hear it said aloud, but also
quite wonderful that Rob had unpicked something he himself was only just
starting to figure out. He nodded as he said quietly, "Yeah, looks like
it!"

"Wow, that's... so fucked up!" Josh said, scowling. "Those two CUNTS really
fucked up so much didn't they!"

Rob reached to the side and stroked Josh's back gently.

"They really did," Alex agreed. "And I'm really not completely innocent in
it all. That's just another thing I need to accept, but... ignoring
it... isn't helpful! So, Josh... this is hard, because I know whatever I'm
feeling, you're probably feeling a thousand times worse, but it'd be really
helpful if we could... maybe talk more about it some time. I totally get if
you don't want to, but..."

"Okay!" Josh said eagerly.

"What? Really?" Alex said, more than a little surprised. He knew it was
something Josh didn't like to discuss and had dreaded making this request,
so the ease of Josh's agreement was a little surprising.

"Yeah, mate," Josh nodded. "I'm totally with ya. I finally started talking
about it with dickface, here," he gestured to Rob, "And... I think it's
helping us both. So yeah, just tell me when and where and I'll be there!"

"Dickface?" Rob said, mostly amused. Things with Josh had been off for so
long, but the casual insult was a sure sign they were back on track.

"Oh, erm... great. I thought..." Alex said, thoroughly taken
aback. "Thanks!"

"No probs. Anything for my favourite ex!" Josh sniggered, getting a chuckle
in return. "So... that's why you wanted me. What did you want arse-breath
for?" he nodded to Rob again.

"Oy!" Rob yelped, swatting Josh playfully around the back of his head.

"Well... similar to you," Alex said, finding it easier to talk about Rob
than to him. "Apparently I need to talk more to ALL the important people in
my life." He finally looked to Rob. "I... wanted to... apologise for..." he
trailed off, getting visibly upset, jaw quivering.

"No, don't apologise!" Rob said, moving forward to pull Alex into a hug,
the back of his chair between them as they embraced. "I'm sorry too," Rob
replied, getting tearful.

"No, you don't need to," Alex squeaked. "It's me that..."

"No, I'M sorry!" Rob insisted.

"Ugh, you two!" Josh said, shaking his head as he stood at their side, an
arm around each of them. They both looked at him questioningly. "You're
sorry," he said, looking to Rob. "And you're sorry," he looked to
Alex. "You forgive him?" he looked to Rob again and got a nod. "And you
forgive him?" he did the same to Alex and got a second nod. "And you both
wanna make up and move on?"

They both nodded up at Josh, but as he gestured back at them, they looked
to each other instead, smiled and nodded again.

"Excellent. Then I now pronounce you... equally stupid!" Josh finished,
jumping aside as they both reached out to playfully punch him.

As they looked at each other again, they each let out a gentle sigh, then
moved in to kiss each other.

"Eww!" Josh grumbled playfully. When they didn't break the kiss or respond
in any way, he added a more pronounced, "Ewwww!" When he was ignored again,
he sighed and said, "Well I'm taking this as a good sign. I'll leave you
kids to it. I'll be in the dorm if you want me!" He waited for any response
and thought he was getting one as they paused, but it just turned out to be
Rob taking off his glasses as they were getting in the way of the
kissing. Josh smirked as he headed out.

The kiss continued for a couple more minutes. When they finally pulled
apart, each bearing a massive grin, Alex frowned as he looked round and
asked, "Where'd Josh go?"

"Don't know, don't care, more kissing!" Rob said, grabbing the front of
Alex's shirt and pulling him into another embrace.

This time, as they kissed, Rob stood, lifting his leg over the chair and
then pushing Rob back onto the sofa. He held himself over the boy, not
wanting to crush him as their kissing went on. Keeping one hand on the sofa
to steady himself, Alex's other one began to roam Rob's chest. As his
fingers grazed the younger boy's nipple, Rob moaned into his mouth, so he
slid his hand back to tease it more.

"Uhhh, mmmm," Rob moaned as Alex's mouth moved away, kissing gently at his
jawline for a moment before working down his neck. "Alex, what are you..."

"Shhhh," Alex hushed him gently, raising his finger to Rob's lips.

Rob's eyes flickered closed for a moment from the gentle touch, then shook
his head to clear it a little and said, "You don't have to do this. Not if
you're not ready!" The two boys had started dating almost three months ago
and in that time they had never ventured beyond making out and occasionally
masturbating together. Despite being the younger of the two, it was not Rob
who was reluctant, but rather Alex who simply felt he wasn't ready.

Alex pulled back far enough to look Rob in the eye and smiled. "This'll
make me happy and I... deserve to be happy too!"

Rob reached up to stroke Alex's pale blonde hair, brushing aside the few
strands that had flopped down in front of his eyes. The older boy's deep
blue eyes always held a certain intensity, it was one of the things Rob
found most attractive about him, but as he looked now he could see just a
fraction of what was going on behind them. He had already been certain Alex
had been through a lot since they last spoke, but seeing it up close,
hearing what he had to say about it all, Rob just wanted to make everything
better. "If this is about making you happy..." he grabbed Alex, span him
round and flipped on top of him, grinning, "Then let me make you REALLY
happy!"

Alex's smile was virtually from ear to ear. He had been terrified coming
into the room, of so many things. Scared Josh would be upset or refuse to
talk about his brothers. Scared he would sound pathetic and weak to the two
younger boys. Scared he wouldn't be able to get out the things he had spent
all week practicing in his head. But most of all, he was scared that he had
ruined things with Rob, that their relationship was over almost before it
truly started and that he had hurt the one person he cared about most in
the world.

Yet as he lay there, his boyfriend staring down at him, eager, desperate
even, to make him happy, his fears melted away. "Go for it!" he sniggered,
his heart pounding.

Rob straddled Alex's lap and placed both hands on the waistband of his
trousers before sliding them up, pulling the bottom of his shirt with
them. A narrow strip of exposed skin appeared, all pale and smooth and just
begging to be touched. Rob cautiously touched Alex's exposed stomach,
mewing with pleasure as the older boy did the same.  He reached for the
bottom button and undid it before slowly moving up, unbuttoning as he went,
more and more of Alex's slender torso coming into view. As the last button
popped open, Rob shoved the two sides apart and stared down at the firm
chest, each side crowned with a pert, little nipple.

"Are they as sensitive as mine?" Rob asked, grinning. Before Alex could
answer he added, "Wait, don't tell me, I'd rather find out for myself!"

Rather than feeling Rob's fingers as he expected, Alex watched in delight
as the boy leaned down, then let out a grunt of sheer pleasure as lips and
then tongue made contact.

As Rob half-lay on top of Alex, he couldn't help feeling the obvious sign
of his enjoyment below. His own cock was rigid, thrilled to finally be
doing things with Alex that had, so far, only played out in his wank
fantasies. He had promised to make Alex happy, and what better way to make
a boy happy than to make him cum? Rob released the nipple from between his
lips then shuffled down, taking hold of Alex's waistband. "You... sure
you're ready?"

"Any more ready and I'd cum in my pants!" Alex giggled shyly.

"That's... kinda hot," Rob said, half giggling and half blushing. "But
okay," he added, quickly undoing the trousers. With the button undone and
zipper pulled down, he yanked on them as Alex raised his butt and they slid
down. Catching on Alex's underwear, the trousers pulled them down a little
too, revealing a blonde bush of pubes and the first inch of his cock. "Well
why stop there?" Rob giggled, pulling the underwear down properly.

Alex's cock sprang free, and he let out a gentle gasp as he felt it slap
against his stomach.

Rob giggled at the noise, but as he looked up he could see the fear on
Alex's face. "Ah, babe, it's okay, we don't have to go on!"

"I need to, Rob!" Alex said, barely holding himself together. "I'm sick of
letting what happened hold me back from being with the guy I love!"

Rob stared blankly for a moment before he said softly, "The guy... you
love?"

Alex looked just about ready to pass out from sheer anxiety as he nodded.

Rob looked thoughtful for a moment, then held out his hand. Alex stared
back, then took hold of it, smiling as he felt Rob squeeze it. Keeping hold
of Alex's hand, Rob leaned down and took the solid cock into his mouth. He
had been so focused on putting Alex at ease that he had barely even noticed
his own nerves. This was not the first cock he had sucked, that honour
belonged to his mentor, Sam, the boy who had taught Rob the skills he was
now so eagerly putting to good use.

The second had been Josh, in what had felt like a night of pure sexual
exploration of their friendship and their bodies. The fact it had ended up
being part of what Josh expected to be his last night before ending his
life was not something Rob had known at the time.

Now, at last, Rob was able to pleasure another boy out of nothing more than
sheer attraction, affection and love... and it felt amazing. Rob lost
himself in it, spending several minutes happily licking and sucking and
kissing the firm dick, teasing the loose balls hanging below, playfully
tickling the blonde bush with his nose, all while his hand stayed gripped
tightly onto Alex's.

"Let's swap!" Alex said after a little longer.

"But... you didn't cum yet!" Rob said, disappointedly.

"It felt good, but... that might take more time," Alex said honestly. "But
for now, why don't I try sucking you and maybe then we can... finish
together?"

"Sounds good to me!" Rob said happily. He jumped off and quickly pulled off
his clothes and lay back down on the sofa as Alex shrugged the shirt off of
his shoulders and then straddled Rob's legs.

"You're really good at it, by the way!" Alex said, unsure whether it was
nice or a bit stupid to compliment him like that.

"Thanks. I... had a good teacher!" Rob said, thinking fondly of the many
hours Sam had spent teaching him how to suck.

Alex leaned down and took the boy's cock into his mouth. The sucking alone
had him groaning with pleasure in no time, but when he reached up and began
teasing the boy's nipples it became even more obvious just how much he was
enjoying it.

"Y... you'd best... stop..." Rob stuttered, "If you want... to
cum... together!" He reached down and grabbed Alex's
shoulder. "Wait... no... no... oh god... oh
god... Alex... Alex... I'm... unnnh... cumming!" the last word was so
high-pitched it was barely audible as he felt his cock throb as it spurted
out its load.

Alex eagerly swallowed the boy's load down as he lay writhing beneath him,
moaning and whimpering as his load was taken. With every drop swallowed,
Alex sat up and grinned.

"What happened... to cumming... together?" Rob panted, shaking his head.

"Got carried away," Alex giggled, then pushed himself up into a kneeling
position and said, "Now it's my turn!" He began rapidly stroking his cock.

"Ah yeah," Rob said happily, knowing he was directly in the splash zone. He
reached out with both hands, one stroking Alex's thigh, the other cupping
his balls and massaging them gently.

The touches seemed to help as Alex began panting, eventually adding in
moans and then finally a whimpered, "I'm cumming!" before shooting his load
onto Rob's torso, the first shot hitting his chin. He was quite proud when
he managed to get one spurt perfectly onto the younger boy's nipple, making
him twitch with pleasure a little.

"That was... hot!" Rob declared happily.

"Yeah it was," Alex giggled as he let go of his dripping cock.

"And, erm..." Rob said, hands trembling, "I love you too!"

*****

"This feels wrong!" Chris whispered as he ducked behind a shrub with
Mikey. He peered out, watching Nicky walk.

"No! `Wrong' is lying to your boyfriends about what you're doing!" Mikey
hissed back angrily.

They had followed Nicky after dinner, knowing he had lied about going to
diving and curious to see where he was actually going.

"What if he's cheating on us?" Mikey asked, looking somewhere between
scared and annoyed.

"I don't think you can cheat on someone in an open relationship!" Chris
said with a slight smirk, then frowned and said, "Wait, ARE we open? I
mean, we haven't really talked about it since we got our new toy!"

"Hey, if anyone's the toy, it's you!" Mikey smirked, grabbing Chris and
pulling him into playful kiss.

"I'm... surprisingly okay with that," Chris replied, grinning for a moment
before he shook his head and said, "Hold up, we're gonna lose him!"

Mikey let out a disappointed whimper as Chris pulled away.

"Do you wanna make out with me or do you wanna find out where Nicky's
going?" Chris asked, smirking as he held Mikey.

"You never heard of multitasking?" Mikey asked playfully.

Chris rolled his eyes and shook his head, then said, "How about we follow
Nicky, find out what he's doing then make out WITH him!"

Mikey's eyes widened as he nodded emphatically. "Yes, that! Let's do that!"
he said excitedly, pulling Chris towards the direction Nicky had gone. "He
looks like he's heading to the lake!" Nicky said as they followed through
the school's gardens.

"Why?" Chris asked, shaking his head. While Mikey appeared angry about the
whole deception, Chris was mostly just worried.

Mikey gasped. "Oh my god, what if he's going to throw himself into the lake
and drown himself?"

Chris stopped dead in his tracks and stared at Mikey. "How the hell d'ya
get from `heading to the lake' to death by drowning?"

Mikey shrugged. "It's possible!" he said casually.

"Whatever, ya twisted little weirdo!" Chris said, shaking his head as he
put an arm around the other boy and continued after Nicky. "Even if you
were right, I can't see one of the best swimmers in the dorm dying by
drowning!"

Mikey tutted as he mumbled, "It could happen!"

They were correct about the destination. Nicky passed through the gardens
and out the other side, following the path into the treeline towards the
lake. The other two followed, doing their best to stay hidden until they
reached the clearing on the opposite side and saw Nicky sat on the grassy
bank, staring out over the lake.

"I think you took a wrong turn!" Mikey called out as they revealed
themselves. As Nicky looked back at him he gestured behind them and added,
"Pool's back that way!"

"You... what..." Nicky stuttered, looking decidedly guilty as he watched
the other two approach. As they stood over him, he finished, "What are you
doing here?"

"Hey, you stole my line!" Chris said, smirking a little. He took a seat on
the ground next to Nicky.

"You lied to us. A lot! Explain yourself!" Mikey demanded angrily.

Chris rolled his eyes and grabbed Mikey, pulling him down into a sitting
position between them. He sighed a little and said, "I think what he means
is... are you okay? What's going on?"

"No I meant..." Mikey started, but the stern look Chris gave him quickly
stopped him in his tracks and he nodded gently, then asked, "Yeah, what's
up?"

"I... didn't feel like... diving today, that's all," Nicky said awkwardly,
avoiding eye contact with the other two.

"More lies!" Mikey snapped furiously, pointing accudingly.

"Mikey, come on, keep it cool," Chris urged him, putting one arm around him
and gently rubbing his chest with the other. He got a slightly frustrated
groan in return, but it was accompanied by an accepting nod and slightly
sheepish expression. Chris looked across to Nicky and said, "We know you
quit the team, and not recently!"

"Oh, erm..." Nicky said, uncharacteristically lost for words.

"You can talk to us," Mikey said, clearly calming from Chris' touch,
leaning heavily against him.

Nicky sighed. "I was... just thinking that I..." he paused, glancing
around, then his eyes widened as he looked at the other two. "That I have
other things going on in my life now and giving up one of my clubs will
mean more time to spend with my boyfriends!"

"Awww," Mikey said, suddenly looking very guilty about his
anger. "That's... really sweet!"

Chris frowned a little as he looked a Nicky and said quietly, "Yeah, it
is!" He had a pretty good idea Nicky was lying, especially as he had very
clearly NOT spent the extra time with his boyfriends, but he didn't want to
push things when he could already see Nicky starting to withdraw.

"I was actually thinking of changing some stuff too!" Mikey admitted.

"Oh, like what?" Nicky asked, clearly delighted at the opportunity for a
change of subject.

"Well, if I gave up Athletics, I could be free Friday nights when both of
you are!" Mikey said, nodding happily. "But I was thinking about joining
Music Club too!"

"Oh!" Nicky exclaimed, a little surprised.

"You... don't want me to?" Mikey asked, staring doe-eyed at Nicky.

"N... no... no," Nicky stuttered. "I just... thought you maybe needed to be
a bit more... musical to... ya know, want to be in the MUSIC club, that's
all! Or maybe play an instrument!"

Mikey shrugged. "Meh, music's easy! Just hit the right notes in the right
order!"

Nicky went to disagree but stopped as he figured it wasn't worth
arguing... and that he wasn't actually wrong.

"Well if we're giving stuff up, I may as well give up Creative Writing!"
Chris pouted.

"Not enjoying it?" Nicky asked, deliberately keeping the topic away from
his own decision.

"No, it's more that I... suck at it! I can't think of things!" Chris
huffed, shaking his head. He had joined the club in hope of helping with
his aspiration of song writing, but so far it had not proven helpful.

"It'll come to you eventually," Nicky reassured him, reaching an arm around
behind Mikey to rub Chris' shoulder, "Inspiration happens when it happens!"
To help keep himself balanced, he took hold of Mikey too, rubbing his
stomach as Chris continued to stroke his chest.

"Hmmm, this is nice," Mikey hummed happily as he sat wrapped in the other
two boys. "I like this!"

"Yeah, we can tell!" Chris sniggered, nodding down towards the bulge in
Mikey's trousers.

Mikey just chuckled, unashamed of his arousal. After all, there was nobody
there to see it and being turned on by being touched by his boyfriends
wasn't exactly unexpected. All three of them lay back together onto the
grassy slope, Chris and Nicky both continuing their playful touches of
Mikey.

Now that Nicky had let his guard down a little, Chris continued to
probe. "If you quit the team to spend time with us," he started, casually
undoing a couple of Mikey's shirt buttons so he could slip his hand inside
and stroke the smooth skin beneath. "Why were you hiding out here alone?"

"Yeah, good point!" Mikey said, a hint of his earlier anger flaring.

"Shhh," Chris hissed in his ear, reaching across to tease a nipple as he
did it. Mikey responded with a moan, seemingly drifting away from the
conversation a little.

"Well I... wasn't sure... what you'd think," Nicky answered
awkwardly. "Like you might... think I suck for quitting!"

"That's stupid!" Mikey snapped, but soon found Nicky's hand sliding down to
caress his bulge, taking him further away from the chatter.

"Why would we think anything bad?" Chris asked softly, pulling his other
hand from behind Mikey's back to stroke his hair while he continued teasing
a nipple.

Nicky shrugged, thinking for a moment. "Well, like... the teachers are
always telling me I'm wrong for not putting in the effort with the things I
don't enjoy and just doing the stuff I like. So I thought you might... say
it's stupid to give up something I actually like!" He felt Mikey go to
speak but responded instantly by opening his trousers instead.

"Hmmm," Chris hummed thoughtfully. He certainly had doubts, but the happy
moans starting to come from the boy between them were more than a little
distracting. He grinned at Nicky and got a grin back.

As Chris undid the rest of the shirt, pushing the two sides apart to reveal
Mikey's slender torso, all pale and smooth and freckled, Nicky worked on
his trousers, working them down a little along with his underwear, leaving
them at his knees. Mikey mewed happily as he felt their hands roaming his
body, followed by Chris' lips on his neck and Nicky's mouth nibbling
playfully at a nipple.

The three boys lay together, the cool November breeze chilling Mikey's
exposed skin, only making him moan more whenever he felt the warmth of a
hand or mouth on him. Chris and Nicky took it in turns stroking the Mikey's
cock, each easing it closer and closer to orgasm, using his whimpers to
guide them when to stop as they began edging him.

If Mikey was feeling any frustration over the repeated stopping and
starting, he wasn't letting it show, just groaning away happily with
delight as he casually grasped at the bodies either side of him.

Eventually, after more stroking and teasing and edging, Chris whispered to
him, "Do you want to cum?"

"Mmmyeah," Mikey replied dreamily, nuzzling the top of his head against
Chris' cheek.

"Care to finish him?" Chris asked with a snigger as he looked to Nicky and
gestured to the ginger-pubed straining cock between them.

"No, you go ahead," Nicky replied with a chuckle.

Chris nodded politely and took hold of Mikey's dick. It took another minute
of fast stroking to get him back to the edge again, but this time he didn't
stop, pumping away as Mikey's whimpers grew higher-pitched and closer
together until he let out a delighted moan and spurted a load all over
Chris' hand and his own body.

As Chris went to lick his hand, Nicky grabbed it, pulled it towards him and
licked off Mikey's spunk, then gestured to the boy's exposed, cum-streaked
body and said, "You can have that!"

"So kind," Chris giggled, leaning down to lap up the quickly-cooling cum as
Mikey lay catching his breath, eyes closed.

With the torso licked clean, Nicky worked Mikey's underwear and trousers
back up while Chris closed the front of the shirt and secured a couple of
buttons before they nestled down either side of him. Chris' head rested on
the smaller boy's shoulder, while Nicky positioned himself looking down
over them both as he ran his fingers slowly through Mikey's ginger locks.

In his post-orgasmic state of bliss and comfortably cocooned by his
boyfriends, Mikey drifted off to sleep, his breaths getting deeper and more
rhythmic as he fell deeper.

Chris glanced up a the sleeping face, hen at Nicky and grinned.

"God, he's so fucking cute when he's asleep!" Nicky whispered, sounding
genuinely in awe.

"To be fair, he's pretty cute when he's awake too!" Chris whispered back
happily.

"Yeah, but then he opens his mouth!" Nicky joked.

Chris laughed, but quickly silenced himself for fear of waking Mikey. He
took a deep breath, thinking for a moment before he said, "I know you're
lying!"

"No, he really is cute!" Nicky said, trying to be obtuse.

Chris rolled his eyes as he propped himself up, the sleeping body resting
between them. "Haha, you know what I mean. About quitting diving!"

"No, I..." Nicky started but Chris raised his free hand to silence him.

"Don't. I know you're not usually a liar, not really, so if you've lied to
us already, I know there's something wrong," Chris explained. "I get you
might not want to talk about it yet, and that's fine, we're both here when
you do. It's one of the perks of two boyfriends! But please don't lie to me
anymore. I'd rather you say nothing than lie!"

Nicky sighed and nodded, remaining loudly silent!

Chris sighed back. He glanced down at Mikey for a moment. "Ya know... I
wasn't completely sure this was gonna work, but..."

"It does, doesn't it!" Nicky replied, smiling sincerely.

"It really does!" Chris said happily. "I thought... I dunno, I'd be kinda
split, but..." he paused, eyes wide.

"Buuut?" Nicky prompted playfully.

"Oh!" Chris said excitedly, a grin spreading across his face.

"What? What is it?" Nicky asked, a little concerned.

"Inspiration!" Chris declared. He quickly pulled his arm free of Mikey and
sat up then pulled out his phone and started tapping away as he hummed a
tune.

Nicky chuckled as he watched Chris working away, occasionally looking down
as Mikey slept at his side. He felt bad for lying to them about why he had
quit, about hiding the shameful reality that he was simply too scared to
face the Year 7 boys who had pranked him and left him humiliated, but in
that moment he felt so utterly content it all just seemed
inconsequential. That stuff didn't matter so long as he had his boyfriends.

*****

"Oh come on, he's totally into you!" Kyle sniggered as he shook his head at
Danny.

"We're JUST friends!" Danny insisted. He frowned a little and said, "Woah,
Year 7 flashback!"

Kyle giggled and shook his head again. "Yeah, YOU might think you're just
friends, but Adrian clearly wants more!"

"Nah," Danny disagreed. "We're friends and..." he paused, glancing around
the Common Room but nobody was paying them any attention. He still erred on
the side of discretion and said, "... role-players together, but that it's
it!"

Kyle smirked. "It's not just me that thinks it. Chris does too!"

"Oh does he really?" Danny asked, folding his arms moodily. "Been talking
about me a lot?"

"Oh yeah, centre of our worlds, you're the ONLY thing we talk about some
days," Kyle said sarcastically. As he got an eye roll from Danny, he added,
"Chris only thinks it because of his poem!"

"Whose poem?" Danny asked, frowning.

"Adrian's! You remember your naked day?" Kyle asked, the corners of his
mouth flicking into a momentary grin.

"Vaguely!" Danny said, sucking his teeth.

Kyle quickly replied, "Well you remember everyone had to write poems
inspired by, like, your dicks and stuff..."

"Not quite how Mr Fitzsimmons described it," Danny corrected him.

"Yeah, well Chris reckons Adrian's poem was totally a love poem to you!"
Kyle insisted.

"Just sounded like a bunch of words to me!" Danny shrugged.

"Yeah, it did to me too," Kyle replied, "But you know Chris is all about
the words and stuff. So if he says it was a love poem, I believe him. And
let's not forget that EVERY scenario Adrian comes up with lately has you
and him as, like, boyfriends or husbands or... cellmates or whatever!"

Danny went to argue, his mouth opening, but stopped as he thought about
it. "Oh. Do I... have to do something about it?"

Kyle shrugged. "Whadda I know? I've dated one guy and that ended with him
cheating on me so I'm no expert on relationships!"

Danny chuckled but felt bad at the same time as he had been the one Kyle's
boyfriend (Chris) had cheated with, though Danny had not known it was
cheating. It all just felt like a distant memory, especially now they had
all made up and moved on.

"Oh, hey," Kyle said, looking behind Danny.

"Hey guys," Rob said as he approached.

Danny frowned at the other boy and asked, "Shouldn't you be somewhere?"

"Creative Writing, but I skipped it," Rob said. "I was... hoping we could
talk... about the other day!"

Kyle sat looking back and forth between the two. As they both slowly turned
their heads to look at him he grinned and said, "Go ahead, don't mind
me. This sounds juicy!"

"Kyle," Danny said with a forced smile. "The polite version of what I'm
thinking is `fuck off'. Do you want to hear the mean version?"

"Yeah, kinda!" Kyle nodded with a snigger, but stood up and said, "But
fine, I'll go. Have fun!"

Rob gave him a thankful fist bump as he passed then took the seat he had
vacated.

"I thought I'd have to track you down to make you talk more!" Danny
admitted.

Rob sniggered and nodded. "Yeah, you usually would, but... well I'm having
a bit of a breakthrough day and figured I'd keep the momentum going!"

Danny sniggered and said, "Yeah, I have them sometimes too!" He leaned back
a little and said, "But now I don't know whether to be happy or scared!"

"Honestly... me too!" Rob said shyly. He let out a wistful sigh but didn't
manage to say anything else.

"So... how's things with Josh?" Danny asked, hoping to get things moving
before it got even more awkward.

"Good!" Rob said, nodding. "Well, I don't know if `good' is really a word I
should use to describe it, but... we're talking. He's finally telling me
more about... ya know... the stuff his brothers did to him."

Danny nodded, tilting his head sympathetically. "Some of it's
kinda... harsh, right?" he said, inwardly shuddering at some of the truly
horrific things Josh had told him about the abuse he had suffered.

"I'd say more traumatising!" Rob said, nodding back. "I kinda get why he
didn't want to tell me and why it's affected him so much. And you... and
Alex, actually!" he said, frowning thoughtfully.

"Regretting asking?" Danny enquired cautiously.

Rob shook his head. "Not for a second. Is it fun to hear about? Hell
no. But if it's helping Josh to process it and helping me..." he paused and
sighed again, "... get my friend back," he continued. "Then I could NEVER
regret it!"

Danny smiled and nodded. "Yeah, that's kinda where my head's been at ever
since it all went down."

Rob looked round, nervous of who might be listening in, but the nearest
boys were thoroughly engrossed in their own lives. "Can I... tell you
something... awful?" he asked nervously.

"Sure, sounds fun," Danny said with a wry grin.

Rob smirked then took a deep breath. "I... hate you, well, no... hated
you!"

"Oh, glad you clarified that. At least you only hated me in the past and
not now!" Danny said, one eyebrow raised curiously. "Any reason, or
just... in general?"

"For being up on that roof and talking Josh down!" Rob said, jaw quivering
a little, very visibly only just holding it together. He quickly added,
"I'm not saying I wish Josh had... jumped. I just... mean..."

"You wish it had been you!" Danny suggested.

Rob stared back for a second, then nodded. "I know it's SO selfish to make
that moment about me but..."

"He's your best friend and you feel like if he needed help, YOU should have
known and been the one to give it!" Danny suggested again.

Rob chuckled. "You're so good at this! Yeah, exactly that!"

"C'mere," Danny said, reaching across the table for Rob's hand, taking it
as it got offered. "I get it. I really do. If it was Chris, then I would
have given anything to help him. Anything! And yeah, I get that me and
Chris are a LOT more... in your face about what we mean to each other, but
anyone can see you love Josh every bit as much as I love Chris. Never feel
bad for wishing you could help him!"

Rob squeezed Danny's hand and nodded. "Thank you," he said quietly.

"So was there any other reason you hated me, or just the one?" Danny joked.

"I..." Rob started but shook his head a little.

"It's okay," Danny reassured him.

Rob let out a slight groan. "This is gonna sound really... petty and stupid
because... well, it's really petty and stupid!"

"That's a good reason," Danny sniggered.

Rob chuckled too, but his cheeks began to burn red. "I... I've just been a
bit jealous of... how close you are with... ya know... the others!" he
confessed. When Danny just looked back at him for a few moments he added,
"When I got unlocked... I dunno... I kinda thought it might be like... hey,
Rob, you're out, come and join the club! Have an orgasm or two!"

"Oh!" Danny said, nodding. "I guess I kinda see that. But... the thing is,
we weren't... or aren't... close because we all happened to be unlocked. We
got close because... I dunno, things happened that made us close. The
naughty stuff just kinda... happens."

"That makes sense I suppose," Rob said, nodding sadly.

"But Rob, you know... I mean, you MUST know that if you ever came to me or
Chris or Nicky... hell, even Mikey nowadays, and just said `can we hang
out' you'd get a yes. And if you said `I'm having a hard day, I need a
hug', you KNOW we'd be all over you!" Danny explained, shaking his head,
looking almost disappointed at having to say it.

"Yeah, that's the stupid thing. I guess I do know, but I
kinda... wanted..." Rob started, groaning again, unable to look Danny in
the eye. "I didn't just, like, want a hug. I wanted someone to... see me
and go, oh, you NEED a hug. Here, let me help!"

Danny let out a sympathetic moan. "I get it. That makes sense,
but... you're so freakin' hard to read. I mean, most the guys in the dorm
wouldn't know how to keep their feelings hidden if their life depended on
it, but you... it's like I said the other day. You're the only other sane
one!"

"Still think that after all this?" Rob asked playfully.

Danny chuckled and nodded. "Just about. But... I dunno... sometimes it
feels like... you're the grownup in the dorm. You're so... sensible and
smart and put together. It makes reading you impossible!"

"I guess... that's a compliment!?" Rob said, an eyebrow raised curiously.

Danny nodded and replied, "It is. So what I'm saying is... if you want
something, just fucking ask, okay!"

"Hey Danny," Rob said with a grin. "Can I have a hug?"

Danny was on his feet in moments, throwing his arms around the other boy.

"Hey Danny," Rob whispered as he hugged him back. "Can I have a blow job?"

Danny burst into laughter, shaking his head as he pulled away.

"Just kidding," Rob said, looking happier than Danny had seen him all
year. "For now, at least!" he added with a wink.

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For my other stories, please see links below:



The Benny Saga (in reading order)
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Benny Takes Control – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/

The Dangers of Desire – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/

Benny's House – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/


The Kingswood Saga
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Tales from Kingswood – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/

Half-Term at Kingswood – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/


Other Series
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Possession – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/

Jack Hamilton – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/

Phil's Naked Adventures – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/


One-shots
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The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction

Jake's Exposure – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure

Becoming an Internet Master – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master

Brian's Big Mistake – http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake

And Then It Got Worse – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse

Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity