Date: Fri, 11 Nov 2022 21:18:33 +0000 From: Matt Smith Subject: The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 33 Author's Note: This is Book Two of The Kingswood Saga. If you want to start at the beginning, please check out Book One which can be found here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/ If have any thoughts, comments or questions, you can contact me on matterotica@hotmail.co.uk. You also find me on patreon at patreon.com/matterotica where you will also find additional content and exclusive stories. Finally, Nifty is a wonderful site that has been home to my stories for over a decade. If you love it as much as I do, please consider supporting them. More info at https://donate.nifty.org/ -------------------------------- The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 33 Sunday 16 May 2021 Blane glanced at the timer on the treadmill, then to the exhausted-looking boy running on it. "You've done your time," he said casually. "You can stop if you want!" "I wanna keep going!" Danny insisted, wincing a little. "You in pain?" Blane asked, considering reaching over to at least lower the speed. Danny smirked. "I'm always in pain," he said with a slight shrug. "But it's not too much!" "Okay, but only five more minutes. I appreciate the determination, but I got other things to do with my day, ya know!" Blane teased, though it was clear it was just an excuse to conceal his professional concern. Danny resisted saying back what he was thinking. The previous day, he had discovered that the drama in his dorm, or at least a sizeable chunk of it, had been caused by an unexpected sexual encounter between Blane and Chris. Eventually reaching what he felt was his limit, he slowed the treadmill to a gentle walk to cool down, staring at Blane in the mirror. "As I'm doing so well, any chance of a reward?" Danny asked cheekily, eyeing the young man up and down hungrily. "Ha, you wish, ya little perv!" Blane sniggered. Dany shrugged again as he stopped the treadmill completely. "Wow, really not interested, are you," he said dismissively before a smirk spread across his face and he added slyly, "Guessing it'd be a different story if we were related!" "Why would..." Blane started, then paused, eyes widening as he stared at the sniggering teen. "He told you?" he exclaimed, cheeks flushing bright red as he shook his head. "Yes, he told me!" Danny said, still chuckling, but as he stepped off of the treadmill, he gently punched the young man in the stomach and said, "And you should have told me too!" Blane recoiled a little at the gentle hit then frowned. "Oh yeah, I already fucked things up completely with Chris. I'm sure he just would have LOVED it if I started telling people about it too!" he said a little sarcastically. "I'm not `people', I'm his best friend!" Danny snapped. "Yeah, and I figured if he wanted his best friend to know, he'd tell him himself!" Blane reasoned. "Well, he didn't... until yesterday, and that's only cos things got so shit in the dorm that me and Brian virtually forced it out of him!" Danny said sharply. "Did you know him and Nicky almost broke up because of it!" "What?! But... why?" Blane asked, confused. Danny shook his head. "That's something you'll have to ask him about. I know you're pissed off with him or angry or whatever, but you're gonna have to..." "Wait, what? I'm not... angry!" Blane insisted. "Well Chris thinks you are. He thinks that's why you're avoiding him!" Danny explained. "I'm not avoiding him. I'm giving him space because I thought HE was angry at ME!" Blane, letting out a low groan of frustration. "Oh my god!" Danny said, rolling his eyes as he shook his head. "Why am I the ONLY person in this whole fucking school who knows how to communicate?" "Probably cos you're one of those freaks who had a healthy home life and a supportive family growing up!" Blane joked. Danny smirked as he thought about it. "You might actually be right there," he agreed playfully, but his expression quickly turned serious as he said, "But you really do not to sort things with Chris. He's really beating himself up over..." Danny smirked as the pun came to him, "Beating you off!" ***** "Nicky, come back!" Chris called out as he stood at the door to the dorm, but he got no response as his boyfriend disappeared around the corner. "Woah," Danny said, coming round in the opposite direction, almost knocked over by the running boy. "What happened?" he asked, looking at Chris. "Mikey happened!" Chris scowled. "We... tried talking to him!" "Oof," Danny flinched, wincing a little at the thought of it. "What did ya get? Silent treatment or shouting?" he asked, knowing how most attempts at communication with Mikey had gone recently. "Lots and lots of shouting!" Chris pouted. "I need to get dressed so I can go after him." "Actually... there's someone else you should be speaking to," Danny said cautiously. He reached round the corner and pulled Blane into view. Blane flashed an awkward grin at his younger brother. "Your timing REALLY sucks!" Chris growled at both of them. "Thanks," Danny said with a smirk. "You two do... whatever it is you need to do. I'll go find Nicky and make sure he's okay." With that, he ran off down the hall. "Hey, d'you guys see Nicky go by here?" he asked a couple of other Year 8 boys who were just coming up the stairs. "Erm, yeah," Oli Green said, nodding. "He went outside. What's..." "Don't!" Kayden Evans said, shaking his head at the other boy as Danny headed past them. "Those guys are nuts. Just stay out of it!" "I heard that!" Danny shouted back at them. Kayden faked as gasp and called back, "So dramatic!" getting a giggle from Oli. "I hate those guys," Danny grumbled as he headed out the front door. Thankfully, Nicky hadn't gotten far as Danny spotted him wandering aimlessly along the path towards the School Building, presumably just choosing whichever way had the least people. As Nicky heard footsteps approaching from behind, he looked, expecting to see Chris, but smiled as he realised it was Danny. "Oh, hey," he said meekly. "Hey, you okay?" Danny asked, casually slipping his arm around the taller boy's waist as they continued to walk. "Mikey just told me to go fuck myself, said he doesn't want to be my friend anymore and called me a control freak," Nicky sighed. "So I've had better Sundays!" "Wow, bet you never thought you'd miss the silent treatment, did you!" Danny exclaimed with a slight headshake. "Wait, Chris isn't trying to take him on alone, is he?" Nicky asked, suddenly worried the two might come to blows. "No," Danny said, shaking his head emphatically, smiling a little. "Why the grin?" Nicky asked curiously. "When you and Chris made up last night, did he tell you..." Danny started, not wanting to say too much in case he was saying something he shouldn't. "What him and Blane did?" Nicky asked. As he got a nod from Danny, he nodded back. "Yeah, he... mentioned it!" "Is it just me or is brother stuff kinda hot?" Danny asked with a huge smile, but it quickly dropped when he saw Nicky's expression. "Sorry, clearly not your thing," he apologised. Nicky didn't say anything, but something about his demeanour suddenly changed. Danny didn't want to probe further, but he definitely had a strange feeling. "Well either way, they're talking now, which is good" he said, wanting to move the conversation on, though Nicky still seemed shaken. ***** "So... where are we going?" Chris asked nervously as he wandered along beside Blane. "I was thinking the gym!" Blane said flatly. As he saw Chris stare at him wide-eyed, he burst into laughter. Chris scowled furiously and shoved his big brother hard enough to send him staggering into a large shrub. Standing over the fallen man, he folded his arms moodily and said, "I'd apologise if I didn't believe you totally deserve that!" "That's fair," Blane said, before rolling out and onto the ground before jumping onto his feet. "But you just assaulted a member of school staff, so you're expelled now!" "Worth it!" Chris shrugged. "This way," Blane said, nudging Chris slightly down the path into the school's ornamental garden. "Figured it'd be pretty quiet down by the lake at this time of day and we could talk." "The... the lake," Chris said nervously. "There a... problem with that?" Blane asked, frowning at the younger boy. Chris looked ahead at the tall trees looming beyond the gardens, the woodlands they would have to pass through to reach the school's lake. "Erm, could we... maybe... go somewhere else?" he requested. He pointed to a nearby bench and said, "Here. Here's okay, isn't it?" Blane was confused for a moment but figured he had bigger concerns than Chris' thoughts on location. "Sure," he said, taking a seat on the bench. "So... it turns out I'm... an idiot!" "I've been saying that for years, but go on," Chris said, smirking to himself. "Quiet, gobshite," Blane snapped playfully. "You're just as stupid. You thought I was mad at you, but I thought you were mad at me... and neither of us thought to actually ask!" Chris sighed as he considered the situation and nodded. "Yeah, that's pretty stupid," he pouted. "But to be fair, I had some... other stuff going on too!" As he thought about what Blane had said, he frowned curiously and looked to his big brother as he asked, "Wait, why would you think I'm mad at you?" "Cos I... I teased you and... and... led you on and... put us in... the position we were in," Blane explained. "I was a total dick to do that to you!" "Yeah, but you're always a dick, so it was pretty much a normal day," Chris shrugged. Blane sighed. "Yeah, but it doesn't normally end with me... I dunno, being inappropriate and... and taking advantage of you!" "You didn't take advantage of me!" Chris insisted. "Chris I'm your big brother. And I'm a TA here. What I did was... it was wrong. It was... an abuse of my position!" Blane blushed. "It was a fun position though," Chris smirked. "Chris!" Blane snapped. "I'm being serious. I shouldn't have let it happen!" He glared at the boy sternly to let the words sink in. "Fuck off," Chris snapped dismissively. "LET it happen? Yeah, okay, I get it if it was Blane the TA in the gym with some... I dunno, helpless, unknown kid or whatever and you did it then... yeah, maybe it'd be an issue! Then perhaps it'd be wrong or... something that you probably shouldn't LET happen! But it wasn't any of that, it was me. Even if you were the type of guy who would ever even consider forcing yourself on someone or abusing your position or whatever, which you're totally not, I know you'd never..." he paused, looking his much larger sibling up and down and finished, "You'd never hurt me!" Blane frowned as he thought about it, nodding eventually. "I guess... you're right. It was just in that moment, you know what it's like right after you've... ya know... shot," he blushed a little from talking about it so openly with his brother, "You kinda... snap back to reality!" "Ha, yeah, been there," Chris chuckled. "Exactly. So, I'd just... done what we did and... rationality came flooding back in and I totally freaked myself out and... ran away!" Blane admitted. Chris sighed as he nodded. "Yeah, okay, I suppose I get it." "Good," Blane nodded. Silence started threatening to creep in awkwardly, but Blane was determined to keep things moving. "So that's how I was feeling about all of it, but... you did your fair share of avoiding me too. Wanna... share anything?" "Not really," Chris said, shrinking into himself a little. "Come on. Fair's fair!" Blane encouraged him. "And you're okay... with... whatever I think?" Chris asked nervously. He got a smile and a nod back from his brother. "Okay, so... I was crazy horny, but you knew that and when I spoke to Danny about it he kinda... made me see that I can't blame the things I do on just being horny, so that made me think about it a lot." "Oof, that musta hurt," Blane teased. "Piss off," Chris smirked, shaking his head. "Look, to me, it was..." he paused, frowning as he thought how to put it. He considered holding back, but Blane had been honest, so he could be too. "Honestly? It was fun, and it was sexy... and it was with someone I... love and trust, so that was all... kinda amazing and I really liked it. But then you ran off and all I could think was..." his voice began to waver a little. "That I'd fucked up another one," he finished. "Another what?" Blane asked, putting a comforting hand on Chris' back. "Another relationship!" Chris said, shaking his head at himself. "I mean... I fucked up me and Kyle, which almost fucked up me and Danny too. Then at the time I was feeling like I'd fucked up me and Nicky too, but that's doing better, but there's Mikey too which is STILL fucked up. And I was just worried I'd fucked us up and that... I was gonna lose you! All because I... couldn't keep my hands to myself." "Ah man, no way," Blane said, shaking his head as he rubbed Chris' back. "Look, it wouldn't matter what you do or how badly you fuck up or... anything really. You're never losing me. You remember that sappy shit I told you about before, about how... ya know, when you were born I said you were MY responsibility." "That wasn't sappy. I liked that!" Chris smiled. Blane smiled back. "Good, cos what it means is... you're stuck with me, bud. For life. No matter what! Now come here," he said, holding his arms out. Chris leaned into his big brother, happily feeling his strong arms wrap tightly around him. "I'm sorry I made you think I was pissed at you," Blane apologised as he held his little brother. "I may have ten years on you, but most of this shit's still pretty new to me too, so I'm still learning!" "Yeah, me too," Chris said back, happily gripping on tightly. "But... I do have... one question," he asked tentatively. "Hmm?" Blane hummed, pulling back enough to be able to look down at the boy. "Did you... enjoy it?" Chris asked nervously. "That's really... not... the..." Blane stammered. "Blane!" Chris snapped. Blane closed his eyes, exhaling heavily. He was nodding as he opened his eyes and said, "Yeah, yeah I did!" "Me too!" Chris said happily. "I felt... really close to you!" "Well I WAS sitting on top of you. Can't get much closer than that," Blane joked. Chris pulled out of the hug and playfully slapped Blane's chest. "Ha ha, you know what I mean," he scowled. "Yeah, I do," Blane admitted. "And... yeah, I felt that too!" "So does that mean... you'd want to do stuff again?" Chris asked, looking almost hopeful. "No!" Blane reacted instantly on sheer instinct, then frowned and said, "But also... not no!" Chris shook his head. "That'd be a yes!" he reasoned. "No, not a yes," Blane insisted. Chris growl with frustration. "So, your answer no, but also not no, but also not yes?" "That's right," Blane nodded. "Was that not clear?" "You're so annoying," Chris grumbled. ***** "Hey, come on, this wasn't the deal!" Elijah said, nervously clasping his hands over his cock. Mikey just shrugged as he looked at him. "Things change," he said casually. "You want what I'm offering, you pay me what I'm asking. That's just how business works!" "But we had an agreement!" Elijah insisted. The Year 9 boy, captain of their rugby team, had heard about Mikey's side-hustle through Rob at one of their `captains club' meetings and had been intrigued. Intrigue soon turned to full-on curiosity, which in turn became courage to act. He had met with Mikey as arranged and was prepared for what he thought was the deal – video of him naked and jerking off, in exchange for video of another student doing the same. Elijah had been intending to seek payment in the form of a video of Chris Smith, the cute guy from Rob's dorm. He had been ready to start his own recording when Mikey pulled the rug out from under him – figuratively speaking, of course. There was no actual rug under him, just the cold, tiled floor of the classroom they had snuck into. "Well, we can make a new agreement," Mikey insisted. "Or you can get dressed and fuck off!" Elijah nearly did just that, infuriated by the younger boy's attitude and more than a little frustrated over the blow job he had just been asked to give. Normally, Elijah wouldn't have minded. Sure, Mikey was a little scrawny compared to the boys Elijah usually liked, but his piercing blue eyes and ginger hair were a cute combination he found quite appealing. "Look, I'm not saying no, I'm just saying... a video for a video was a fair trade... sort of... I still think it's kinda wanky that you get to keep mine but the one I get is temporary, but I'm okay with that. A permanent video AND a blow job for just a temporary video... that's just not an even trade!" Mikey shook his head as he shrugged. He huffed as he said, "Fine, whadda you want then? I ain't sucking you off!" "Three videos!" Elijah demanded. Mikey rolled his eyes and gave yet another shrug. "Fine, okay, whatever. Three videos, but you're sucking my dick first. I don't want you flaking out on me as soon as you bust your nut!" he said, reaching down to unzip. Elijah approached the younger boy and dropped to his knees. He smiled at the sight of the boy's erection, mostly because despite the attitude, it was clear he was painfully horny, but also because it was smaller than his own. It wasn't much of a victory over the petulant boy, but it was at least something. Elijah got to work, easily taking the full twelve centimetres into his mouth as he playfully swirled his tongue around the head. He slowly pulled back before sliding back down, pleasuring the rigid dick slowly. "Ugh, go faster," Mikey huffed. Elijah frowned but sped up. "I've got balls too, ya know!" Mikey growled. Elijah pulled back and looked up the moody, freckled face but said nothing before he resumed. "God, you suck at that!" Mikey complained after another minute of sucking. "Isn't that the point?" Elijah asked as he released the small boner. "Ha fucking ha!" Mikey said, rolling his eyes. "Mate, you're getting a blow job, cheer the fuck up and enjoy it!" Elijah snapped before getting back to work. Neither of them spoke again, or really made any noise aside from Elijah's quiet slurping and Mikey's muted moans as he got close to release. He gave no warning to the older boy, shooting into his mouth. Elijah seemed okay with it, surprised at first but quickly swallowing the load down. "Okay, get on with it then!" Mikey said sharply the second his orgasm was over. Elijah stood up and backed away. He was sorely tempted to tell the boy to just go fuck himself, but he had already paid half the price and he very much wanted to see some of the other boys – three of them now, actually, though he did have the momentary temptation to get three separate videos of Chris! He resisted the urge to leave and said, "Start recording!" It took him a little while to get started, Mikey's mood and the scowl on his face enough to put the older boy off, but he persevered, soon getting hard as he pumped away at his cock. He ensured to follow all of the instructions he had been given – look at the camera, show off everything, don't be afraid to make noise. He didn't want to give the cranky boy any more reason to be snippy as he quickly jerked off. "I'm gonna cum!" Elijah moaned out as he felt his orgasm edging closer. Mikey moved in to make sure he recorded the money shot, recording eagerly as Elijah's cock throbbed in his grasp and his bare chest heaved. Finally spent and panting heavily, Elijah looked to the camera which soon dropped away. "Right, I'll send you the video you asked for later. Let me know your other two choices and I'll get `em sorted too!" "Okay..." Elijah replied, pulling on his clothes, but as he turned and went to add, "Thanks!" Mikey was already gone. ***** Mr Trent smiled as he looked down. He was stood in his favourite position on the first-floor landing, giving him a clear view of the entrance foyer, the stairs coming up, the stairs to the second floor, as well as both ways down the first floor's main corridor. The boy he had his sights set on hadn't seemed to notice him yet and he intended to keep it that way until it was too late for him to run away. "Oh, hey Mr T," Danny said cheerfully as he looked across from the stairs and saw the teacher standing there. "Hi Danny," Mr Trent replied with a smile before adding, "Hey Nicky." He saw the momentary thought of fleeing flash across Nicky's face, considering whether he could find a believable reason to run away. "Erm, I was... just going..." Nicky started, taking a step back and away from Danny, clearly searching for what to say. "You were just about to come up here and talk to me, that's what you were `just going' to do!" Mr Trent said sharply. "Everything okay, sir?" Danny asked, worried about his friend considering the morning he had already had. "That's... between me and Nicky, Danny. You go off to wherever you're headed." Mr Trent said as he wandered along to meet them at the top of the stairs. "Let's go talk in my apartment," the teacher said, placing a hand on Nicky's back to guide the reluctant boy. "Oh, I was going this way too," Danny said with a grin. "Isn't it awkward when you say goodbye to someone and... then you walk..." he trailed off as he saw the eyebrow raise from Mr Trent. "I mean... I was just heading to the Common Room, obviously!" he said, spinning on his heel to leave the man alone with Nicky. Mr Trent couldn't help but let a slight smirk slip out at the boy's actions, but it quickly faded as he saw the terrified look on Nicky's face. "Sir, I think I know what this is about and... and..." Nicky started rambling, "I know I've been missing a lot of activities lately, but I... erm... I... well... you see... the thing is... I've just been... erm..." "Calm down and consider breathing. Oxygen is quite important!" Mr Trent said with a wry grin. Nicky let out a slight moan as he took a few deep breaths, stopping as they reached the door to Mr Trent's apartment. As they stepped inside, he shot a quick glance at the bathroom door as they passed it, then continued on alongside the teacher into the living area. "Take a seat," the teacher said, waiting until Nicky had chosen where to sit before sitting down opposite him. "I promise I'll start going back to things, sir. This was just... I needed some time off... erm..." Nicky started again, stopping only as Mr Trent raised his hand for silence. "That's not what we're here to talk about, Nicky," the teacher said with a slight frown. "Oh, then... erm... what..." Nicky started. "Showering!" Mr Trent said bluntly. Nicky's eyes widened. A month earlier, the school had removed the cubicles from the shower rooms, removing any chance of privacy while showering. With his somewhat extreme body-consciousness, Nicky had been beside himself, knowing there was no way he could allow himself to be seen naked in the showers. "So, I have been... informed... that you have ceased use of the shower facilities completely, both here and over in the Sports Complex," Mr Trent said, looking concerned. "Is there... anything you'd like to tell me?" `You mean like how I've been sneaking in and using your shower when you're out? Not bloody likely!' Nicky thought to himself. "No sir, I just... I'm not comfortable with showering in front of other people, that's all," he said politely. "Mmm-huh," Mr Trent nodded. "But I can't help noticing you don't smell like a... well, a thirteen-year-old who hasn't showered for a month!" "I use... a lot of deodorant..." Nicky lied. "Really? There's... nothing else you'd like to tell me?" Mr Trent asked, sitting back in his seat. Nicky paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No sir!" The teacher took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "I was hoping you might take this as an opportunity to be honest with me," he said, clearly disappointed, "But it would seem not. What would you say if I had reason to believe you have been entering this apartment without permission and using my private bathroom?" "I'd... say you need proof!" Nicky said churlishly, his stomach churning as he realised he had obviously been caught. Nicky, come on. Talk to me!" Mr Trent pleaded. "What is there to say?" Nicky asked petulantly. "You obviously know I did it!" Mr Trent sat forward, resting his arms across his knees as he leaned ahead. "I do," he agreed, then continued, "What I want to know is why!" "Because I wanted a shower and didn't feel like... being on show. I don't think that's too unreasonable!" Nicky said. He knew he was in trouble, but it was one of the few subjects where his fight or flight instinct leaned heavily towards fight. "Well, if that's all there is to it, then I'm afraid I'm going to have to issue you a punishment, and for multiple counts of entering a teacher's apartment without permission, it's going to be... harsh!" Mr Trent explained. "It... it's not... going to involve..." Nicky started, unable to even say the words. Naked punishments were a staple of most disciplinary action at the school. "Yes, it is, and for this severity, I am inclined to make it for the remainder of the school year!" Mr Trent said firmly. "No no no no no," Nicky said, shaking his head as his breathing got heavier and heavier. "I... I... no no, you... you... I mean..." he was on the verge of full-on hyper-ventilating, all of the colour drained from his cheeks. "Oh... oh god..." he gasped. Mr Trent could see what was coming and only just grabbed the bin in time, shoving it into Nicky's grasp as the boy threw up. As he coughed up the contents of his stomach into the bin, he began to cry, heaving again almost right away, but nothing else came up. "Nicky..." Mr Trent said sympathetically, moving across to sit next to him as he offered a tissue. Nicky grabbed a couple, using one to wipe his mouth and drop into the bin, which he placed on the floor, the other wiping the tears from his cheeks and the slight drool of snot from his nose. He was still struggling to breathe in his utter dismay. "P... please... I can't... I... I won't!" "Nicky, if you refuse a punishment, you'll just get suspended and then still have the punishment when you get back!" Mr Trent explained. Nicky went to heave again, but just managed to hold it back, gasping in a breath as his stomach muscles unclenched. "Then... you'll have to expel me!" As he said the words, his stomach churned again, and he finally managed to hurl up another load. "Hey, it's okay," Mr Trent said, rubbing the boy's back soothingly for a few moments. Frowning at the boy's response, he asked softly, "You'd really let yourself be expelled to avoid this?" Nicky took another tissue to wipe his mouth again, then looked at the teacher, his eyes red and puffy as he nodded. "You're not getting expelled," the teacher said, shaking his head as he continued stroking Nicky's back. Even through the tears and the snot and the vomit, he could see the slight look of hope return to the boy's face. "We can work out a different punishment, but only on one condition!" "Anything, sir!" Nicky said eagerly. As he felt the hand on his back, he had a sudden momentary fear of what `anything' might actually entail. "You need to talk to someone about these issues," Mr Trent insisted. As the boy recoiled, looking almost as worried as when he had thought he was going to be stripped, the teacher went on, "Nicky, if you're willing to be expelled over this, knowing how much you love it here, that suggests there's something significant going on up here." He raised his hand to gently stroke the boy's head. "And I think talking to someone about it might be a huge help to you!" "Who would I... have to talk to?" Nicky asked. He was almost disappointed that his first instinct of sexual favours hadn't been the `alternative'. In a way, it might have been more palatable than actually talking. "Well Dr Arkwright is our primary mental health physician," Mr Trent explained. "So most likely him, unless he felt you needed more... specialised help!" "Does it... have to be?" Nicky asked unhappily. "You... don't like Dr Arkwright?" the young teacher asked curiously. Nicky shook his head. "No, it's not that, he's great, but... he's a shrink. I... I'll talk, but... I don't wanna be... like... analysed and stuff," he explained. "Could... WE talk?" Mr Trent thought for a few moments before he nodded. "Okay, okay, just so you know, I've studied child psychology but that doesn't make me a... how did you put it? A shrink? I reckon you've watched too much TV!" he said with a smirk. "But me not being a shrink is probably a good thing in this case," he went on, getting a nod from Nicky. "To be perfectly clear though, I will still have to discuss some things with Dr Arkwright and if anything comes up that's... beyond my ability to handle, I might still have to refer you onto him. Do you understand?" Nicky nodded. It still seemed like the best possible outcome. "I understand, sir," he said politely. "Okay, so one of our goals is going to be working towards you using the regular shower rooms," Mr Trent said, raising a hand as Nicky went to object. "That's NON-negotiable. But like I said, it's a goal, not something to do right away. Until then... I will grant you permission to use my bathroom at set times." "Seriously, sir?" Nicky asked, wide-eyed. "Yes," the teacher nodded. "But don't get used to it. We'll have you showering with the rest of your mates in no time!" Nicky didn't say anything, he just frowned thoughtfully for a few moments. Eventually he looked at the man again and said, "I do... want to be normal, sir!" "No, you don't," Mr Trent said, smirking as he shook his head. "Normal is boring and you, young man, are certainly not boring. But I get the intention of what you're saying and... we can certainly do our best to get you there!" "Thanks sir," Nicky said meekly. "And... I'm sorry I was sick in your bin!" He stood up as he picked up the stinky receptacle. "I'll... clean it up!" "Good lad," the teacher smiled. He reached out and stroked Nicky's arm. "You're gonna be okay, mister. We'll see to it," he reassured the boy. Nicky smiled as he walked away. In the space of 24 hours, he had managed to tackle his issues with Chris as well as start tackling his showering problem and it felt... great. Now if only he could sort things with Mikey! Although his mind couldn't help wandering onto someone else... Angel, his Year 7 bully! ***** Blane stared nervously at his little brother. He shook his head a little as he frowned. "Ya know, Chrissy, when you asked if I wanted to... try things again, I didn't think you meant, like, today!" "Oh, should I have been clearer, Mister `not no but not yes'?" Chris asked cheekily, teasing the young man about his earlier response. "You're not funny," Blane said, reluctantly smiling. "Yes, I am," Chris said bluntly. "But if you can't see it, that's your problem!" "It feels like you're stalling," Blane sniggered. "Takes one to know one!" Chris replied awkwardly. "We don't... have to do this," Blane said. Blane was a supremely confident young man. Confident in his looks. Confident in his professional capabilities. Confident in his sexual prowess, even in his relatively new ventures into proper guy-on-guy sex. The fact he felt so nervous as he faced his little brother was unnerving and exciting in equal measure. "I want to!" Chris insisted. "I don't... I don't really know why, but I just... I wanna..." He couldn't even finish the thought. It was all so confusing, yet his cock had been rock hard since the moment they decided to `try it again' and made their way into the Sports Complex. Blane checked the door for the fifth time. He was one of the few staff members with a key to the therapy room, but even with it locked, he had bolted the door as well so nobody could come in. "Well," he said, turning to face his little brother. "What do you... want to do?" Chris went to answer, but no words came out. He tried again, visibly getting increasingly frustrated by his own nervousness. "Why don't we just..." Blane started, reaching down to grab the bottom of Chris' t-shirt. He lifted it up and over the boy's head, leaving him standing there shirtless for a moment before removing his own as well. "How's that?" he asked quietly. "Good," Chris smiled. He glanced round and nodded to the physio bed beside them and said, "Hop on!" "Okay," Blane agreed, climbing on. He raised the back a little, so he was sitting up at about forty-five degrees then watched as Chris climbed up too, straddling his legs. "Your turn on top, is it?" Blane asked playfully. Chris just nodded eagerly, letting his eyes casually roam his brother's torso. "You're pretty hairy," he said, nodding a little. He reached down and let his fingers stroke through the wide trail of hair down Blane's stomach. "Yeah, I guess I am," Blane nodded, gulping a little at the gentle touch. "Just like you probably will be some day," he said, reaching out to stroke Chris' smooth stomach. "I used to look just like you!" "Hmm, well not exactly like me," Chris pouted, pinching at the slight podge of his own stomach with one hand while the fingers of his other one traced lines around Blane's abs. "Actually, yeah, exactly like you," Blane nodded. "You were probably too young to remember, but I was a little... podgy... around your age too. It was right around the time I discovered girls!" he chuckled. "Kinda gave up most other sports and stuff to... well, you know... pursue new interests!" Chris giggled and nodded. "Yeah, I guess this only developed since I gave up swimming training with Owen," he mused, patting his stomach. "Guess I'd better start working out if I want pecs like these!" He reached out with both hands to grasp at Blane's chest. As Chris' hands moved, his fingers caught a nipple and Blane let out a low, happy moan. Chris frowned a little as he heard the sound and tweaked a nipple intentionally. "Are yours... sensitive?" he asked shyly. "Mmm-huh," Blane nodded. "I mean, not like crazy sensitive like some guys, but... that feels nice!" Chris hummed thoughtfully, pulling one hand back to play with his own nipple as he continued to tease Blane's. "I don't really feel much," he pouted. Blane nodded. "Yeah, again, that's what I was like. I think you forget how much change you've still got to go through," he said, casually stroking Chris' side, the skin silky soft. Chris giggled and squirmed a little at the delicate touch. "That tickles," he blushed. Blane laughed back, raising his hand upwards to stroke the younger boy's cheek. "Ugh, I miss not having to shave every day!" he said, shaking his head as he felt the hairless jawline. "Every day? Fuck that!" Chris scowled. "Yeah mate, sorry. You're going from this," Blane said, rubbing the smooth jaw again before pulling back to stroke his own stubble as he finished, "To this!" Chris copied the gesture, feeling his own face before touching Blane's. Smiling, he leaned in to rub their cheeks together, feeling his present and his future rubbing against each other. "Ya lil freak," Blane chuckled, then felt Chris' head press more firmly against his own, nuzzling him a little. He raised a hand and rested it on Chris' neck, his fingertips reaching round to the boy's nape, then did the same on the other side as he pulled him away a little, their faces almost touching. "Do we... kiss?" Chris asked, audibly gulping. "We do whatever you want," Blane smiled. "That's kinda the point of this, I think. Finding out what we wanna do!" Chris nodded and quickly leaned in, giving Blane a brief peck on the lips. He pulled back a moment later, worried his brother was on the verge of freaking out and running away again. It was with a heavy dose of relief that Chris just felt himself getting pulled back into a proper kiss, their lips barely touching at first, the intensity slowly growing as tongues began to venture out. The kiss didn't last long. They soon pulled apart, looking at each other curiously. "How was it?" Blane asked. "Weird... but nice!" Chris smiled. "You?" "Same," Blane replied with a chuckle. "I don't... hate kissing you, but... I don't love it!" Chris said, determined to stay honest with his brother. "Same," Blane repeated, grasping at Chris' shoulder before letting his hand slowly stroke down his arm. "But I'm definitely enjoying this," he added, letting his hand move closer to Chris' crotch and the obvious bulge, "As much as you are!" "Oh, I know," Chris smirked, wiggling his hips a little as he felt the erection beneath him. "You're virtually inside me!" Both brothers instantly blushed at the comment before bursting into awkward laughter. "I don't think we're taking it quite that far," Blane said, moving his other hand to Chris' other hip, now both poised and ready to play with the straining cock. "Are we?" he added curiously. Chris pursed his lips as he hummed thoughtfully for a moment, then shook his head. "Nah. Not this time!" He flashed a cheesy grin and said, "Maybe save that for a special occasion!" "Good plan," Blane nodded before tilting his head and looking at his younger sibling inquisitively. "Have you... done that yet, then?" Chris' cheeks burned red, his resolve to remain honest really being tested now. His reaction gave the answer away for him, but he still gave a shy, "Yeah, a few times." With Blane looking somewhere between impressed and curious, he freely offered, "Danny... and Nicky. Mikey too!" Blane smirked. "What?" Chris demanded, his hands now casually playing with Blane's body hair. "You've got two boyfriends, but the first name you said was still Danny!" Blane said, teasing the younger boy a little. "Well..." Chris said, his blushing now so heavy it threatened to divert blood away from his erection. "That's just... cos he WAS my first!" "Mmm-huh," Blane hummed, still smirking as he nodded. "Shut up and grab my dick. I know you've been dying to," Chris teased back. Blane considered arguing, but he didn't want to give Chris the satisfaction of feeling like he had got to him... plus he really was keen to take hold of the small erection. "Stand up and take `em off!" Blane instructed, tugging slightly at Chris' shorts. Rather than climbing down from the table, Chris stood straight up on top of it, pulling down his shorts and underwear. At the same time, Blane raised his hips and pushed down his own sweatpants and briefs, kicking them aside. As Chris attempted to step out of his clothing, his foot caught and he toppled sideways, falling right down onto the floor with a heavy thud. "CHRIS!" Blane yelled out, panicking as he leaned over to look down at the ground. Chris immediately popped up, sniggering as he declared, "I'm alright!" Wasting no more time, he hopped back up and straddled a relieved-looking Blane, though he moved a little further down this time to allow their cocks to meet. "Geez, if you freaked out that much from a little fall, I can't imagine what you musta been like when I went missing!" Chris sniggered. Hearing no reaction, he glanced at his brother's face and immediately felt bad. "Sorry, I... just... sorry." Blane's heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest as he felt himself reminded of the awful day he had spent looking for Chris and Danny, but he took a breath and calmed himself, smiling meekly at his younger brother. "It's okay," he said, seeing the boy clearly regretted the tease. "But just so you know. If you EVER scare me like that again, you'd best hope you actually die cos if you don't, I'll kill you myself!" "Sounds fair," Chris nodded. "But for now..." he looked down as he slid his cock against his brother's. "Oh fuck," Blane gasped, shuddering at the touch of the young prick against his own. He reached out and tentatively took hold of Chris' boner and mumbled quietly, "That is SO weird!" "My dick's not weird!" Chris pouted. Blane chuckled and shook his head. "No, I mean... fuck... I remember mine at your age. It's like... a living flashback!" "And you're a walking spoiler!" Chris said back, reaching down to stroke Blane's much larger erection. "Can I suck it?" "Wow, straight to the point," Blane smirked. "But sure, go for it," he shrugged. "Yay," Chris said happily. He quickly shuffled his way down to the foot of the table but moved a little too quickly and toppled off once again. "For fuck's sake," Blane mumbled, shaking his head. "Where's the concern this time?" Chris asked, popping up once again. Blane shrugged. "You only get one. Now get on with it! Suck my dick... bro!" he said, with a wry grin. Chris blushed as he climbed back on the bed and said quietly, "I... like being told what to do!" "Duly noted," Blane said, placing his hands behind his head as he closed his eyes. "See you when you're finished. I hope you swallow. It saves on tidying up!" "This is Kingswood! Who doesn't swallow?!" Chris declared proudly, then lunged forward to take Blane's semi-hard cock into his mouth. The moment the cock passed his lips, any trepidation he felt about who it belonged to vanished entirely. All that mattered to him was that he had a cock at his command, and he intended to make it cum as hard and as quickly as possible. Sucking away eagerly, he let one hand caress the large balls hanging down beneath, the other back on the furry stomach, teasing the hair gently. The longer he went, the more he heard Blane moaning, making it harder to ignore the fact he was blowing his own brother. Rather than putting him off, it spurred the boy on. He was determined to impress his elder sibling, to show off what he had really learned at Kingswood. "Jesus, Chris," Blane gasped. "That's... fuck, ugh, yussss!" "Oh," Chris exclaimed, pulling away for a moment. "Are you... enjoying that?" he grinned. "Shut up and finish the job!" Blane growled. Chris bit his lip as he nodded happily. He took the cock back into his mouth and continued pleasuring it as best he could, noting with joy the happy moaning and squirming every time he gave the young man's balls a slight squeeze. "Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck, Chris... Chris... I'm... gonna... ahhh ffffuck!" Blane gasped as his hips bucked and he shot his load into his little brother's mouth. He watched closely, curious to see if Chris could take the full (and somewhat hefty) load, but not a drop escaped. Chris sat back up, almost bouncing for joy as he declared. "All finished!" As he beamed proudly, he cocked his head and asked, "My turn... or d'you need to go and run off again?" "Ya little twat!" Blane said, trying to look annoyed. "Stand up," he instructed, "And try not to fall off!" "I'll do my best," Chris said as he wobbled into a standing position again. Blane sat up, bringing his face level with Chris' crotch. Reaching around him, he grabbed both buttocks and declared, "Hey, nice ass!" "Thanks," Chris replied. "But not as nice as..." "Danny's!" Blane finished. He nodded, looking up at the boy with a knowing smile. "Oh, I know. You think I do physio with him every day and haven't noticed? That boy's got booty!" "Have you fucked him?" Chris asked bluntly. "Ha, no!" Blane declared. "I'm not in the habit of fucking students!" He blushed a little as he added, "Present company excluded!" "You have to!" Chris declared. "Oh my god. It's... fucking perfect!" "And perfect fucking?" Blane asked with a giggle, getting a laugh from Chris too. "Anyway, keep talking if you like, but mam taught us not to talk with our mouths full, so I may not reply!" "I don't think that's quite what she..." Chris started, but the rest of it was lost to a groan as he felt Blane's lips around his dick. "Shit, man. You're... fuck, if you're new to guy-on-guy, you're a fucking fast learner!" Blane pulled back and replied, "I'm not THAT new, but I know some VERY good teachers!" "Fuck!" Chris gasped, as much from the comment as from the mouth enveloping his dick again. He had always done his best not to think of Blane in any kind of sexual way, convincing himself that his brother's sex life didn't exist, but a quick mental run-through of the line-up of teaching staff at the school and Chris had imagined Blane with pretty much all of them. As Blane's mouth worked Chris closer and closer to release, he felt his knees weakening a little, wobbling slightly as he stood. Sensing the instability, Blane wrapped one arm around his little brother's legs, the other reaching up to place a hand on the small of his back, helping to hold him steady. "I'm getting... so close..." Chris gasped, his hands grasping at Blane's shoulders to help keep himself standing, his breaths getting deeper and more rapid. "Oh my godddddd!" he finally grunted as he ejaculated with quite shocking intensity. Having sucked out the last drops, Blane sat back, grinning up at the boy. "So... how was it?" he asked casually. Chris virtually collapsed on top of him as he let out a pleasured moan. Blane didn't say anything else; he just lay holding the boy, enjoying the feeling of slender fingers teasing through his chest hair. ***** "Hiiiii," Josh called out cheerfully, bounding towards Mikey. "How was tennis club?" Mikey rolled his eyes at the approaching boy and shrugged. "Fine. We played tennis. The usual!" he said gruffly. "Dance club was fun too," Josh said, ignoring the other boy's tone. "Although Blane keeps telling me I'm gonna injure myself if I keep trying the stupid moves!" Mikey struggled to hold back a smile. Annoying as it was ALWAYS having Josh lingering around him lately, he did know how Josh tended to obsess over new moves as he discovered them, seemingly unbothered by the difference between the move's difficulty and his own skill level. Many a peaceful moment in the dorm had been shattered by a failed attempt, usually followed by a heavy thud and lots of complaining. "Did you... win?" Josh asked, just trying to keep the conversation moving. Mikey shrugged. "Didn't really keep score," he said dismissively. "Ha, sounds like the excuse of someone who lost!" Josh teased. "Fuck you, I always win. I'm the best at every club!" Mikey insisted sharply. Josh raised his eyebrows as he rolled his eyes a little. "Shame there's no such thing as `not being an arsehole' club!" he muttered. "What?" Mikey snapped angrily. Josh smirked, knowing he was annoying the already-irritated boy. "Oh, not so good at hearing either!" "Fuck off, cuntface," Mikey snapped, no longer willing to tolerate the other boy's presence. He stormed off ahead, but Josh just sped up to keep pace with him. "I said fuck off!" Mikey snapped loudly, getting a few looks from other boys in the area. "I know. I heard you. Both times!" Josh nodded. "But I don't wanna!" Mikey stopped, glaring at Josh furiously. He looked round. The area was relatively quiet, but there were enough people passing through that they were never fully alone. "It's a good thing the whole school's still all, like `gotta protect Josh' cos otherwise..." Josh flinched a little. His issues the previous year had made him one of the school's most well-known students. Support for him had been unwavering, but it had also resulted in a touch of overprotectiveness. Any time Josh looked like he was in even the slightest difficulty, he would have someone he barely knew stepping in to see if he was okay. It was sweet, if a little annoying. His eyes narrowed as he stared back at Mikey as he asked, "Otherwise... what?" He could see the fury growing, but continued to prod. "Is widdle Mikey gonna hit me?" Mikey looked round, conscious of still being observed. "No, cos all that'd happen is I'd get in trouble again and I'm only just finished dealing with the shit from the last trouble you got me in!" "I knew you blamed me for that," Josh pouted. His own punishment from what had happened at King Edwards only lasted a week, so the second week of Mikey's punishment had been tough to be around. "Fine, come on then!" he said firmly. He reached out and grabbed Mikey's hand, keeping hold tightly as he started dragging the other boy away. Mikey tried to yank his hand free, but Josh' grip was too tight, and he was just dragged along behind him. They veered off the path and kept going until they were well out of sight of the other boys heading over to the Home Building for dinner. "Okay, go for it!" Josh said, finally releasing Mikey's hand. As Mikey frowned at him curiously, he added, "You wanna hit, then hit me!" Mikey recoiled, taking a step back. It was a confusing invitation, though mainly because hitting people was the biggest cause of his recent mood... or rather other people's perception of it. To have it openly invited now was... challenging. "Or are you all talk?" Josh taunted. "Big scary Mikey. All `grr' and `I'll hit you' but then you pussy out!" "No, it's just... I..." Mikey stuttered, face screwing up as he shook his head, trying to comprehend it. "Go on!" Josh snapped. "Hit me!" His eyes were wide, almost manic as he stood, arms open, leaving himself fully ready to take a hit. "DO IT YOU FUCKING PUSSY!" Mikey snapped. He lunged forward and punched Josh in the stomach. "Oof," Josh grunted, doubling over just a little, though he quickly stood back up, smirking. "Hnnh, I thought you'd hit harder," he taunted. "Like this!" he yelped, swinging to punch Mikey in the stomach in return. Unlike Mikey, who had clearly held back, Josh didn't, letting his fist swing with full force. "Ahhh... fuck..." Mikey grunted, grasping at his stomach as he doubled over. Taking a few deep breaths, he looked up at the smirking boy and said, "You cunt!" "Not my fault you hit like a girl... and I don't!" Josh said cockily. Mikey lunged forward again, this time barging his shoulder into Josh's stomach. It was enough to lift him a little off the ground, Mikey's momentum pushing him so he toppled and fell flat on his back with Mikey on top. Josh huffed, clearly winded, but managed to bring his knee up under Mikey and thrust him away before lunging after him. Throwing the other boy onto his back, Josh threw four rapid punches into Mikey's stomach before climbing to his feet. As Mikey grasped at his battered belly, he glared furiously up at the other boy before reaching out to wrap both arms around his ankles. Pulling hard, Josh had no way to stay upright and fell to the ground once again, landing heavily on one arm as he let out a pained groan. Mikey staggered to his feet and gave Josh a swift kick to the stomach. "Time out, time out!" Josh grunted, waving his hands. Mikey paused, panting heavily. "Sucker!" Josh yelped, reaching out to punch Mikey in the balls. Mikey let out an almost inhuman moan as his hands grasped onto his balls as he doubled over and toppled to the floor. "You fucking..." he started, but an elbow to the jaw stopped him finishing. Worried about more incoming hits, Mikey reached out and managed to wrap an arm around Josh's neck, pulling tightly as he heard the boy wheeze for breath. Rolling him onto his front, he pulled Josh's arm up behind his back, getting a gasp of pain from him. "Give up?" he asked, feeling pain radiating out from his balls. "No... you... pussy!" Josh wheezed. Mikey released the arm around Josh's neck. Even in the haze of anger and violence, he didn't want to risk seriously harming him, though he did feel the need to equalise things a little as he rolled Josh onto his back and delivered a swift knee to his balls. "Fuck you!" Josh gasped, curling into a foetal position as he grasped the throbbing testes. He swung his other arm out as hard as he could, not aiming at anything in particular, though he felt it make contact with something and moments later felt Mikey collapse on top of him. "Owwwww," Josh moaned. "Yeah, me too," Mikey grunted, panting heavily. He felt Josh's breath on his neck. He hadn't realised how close their faces were until he turned his head a little and found himself staring straight into Josh's eyes. "Feel better?" Josh asked. "Everything hurts!" Mikey whined before he thought for a moment, still catching his breath. "But... yeah... kinda..." he admitted. "Same here," Josh replied, exhaling heavily. "On both parts!" They lay tangled together, faces almost touching. "We're not gonna kiss, are we?" Mikey asked, a little confused. "No," Josh replied as he closed his eyes and let his forehead rest against Mikey's. He stayed like that for a few moments until he heard Mikey's heavy breathing slowly give way to gentle crying. His eyes shot open and it was like looking at someone else entirely. Suddenly he wasn't Mikey, the angry, irritable ball of bad attitude and anger, he was Mikey, scrawny, helpless thirteen-year-old. Josh didn't say anything at first, letting Mikey just feel whatever he was feeling before he urged quietly, "Talk to me!" Mikey sniffed and raised an arm, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand. He sniffed again as he ventured another glance into Josh's gentle, brown eyes. "It's so confusing. I suddenly... feel like I can... think again!" "Wow, I... literally knocked some sense into you," Josh said with a meek smile. Mikey spluttered with a noise that has half-laugh, half-cry as he nodded and said, "Maybe you did. But... this is what happens with me. I start thinking things and... and... I can't stop thinking them until... something MAKES me stop and then I... I don't even understand why I was even thinking them in the first place!" "That sounds... really confusing," Josh said sympathetically. "It is," Mikey nodded. He closed his eyes for a moment. "I was... so mad at Danny and... and at Nicky and Chris and... I said things and..." he sniffled again as he squeaked, "I didn't mean any of them!" "Maybe you should go and tell them that then!" Josh suggested. Mikey nodded as he sniffed once more as he stared doe-eyed at the other boy. "Will you... come with me?" he asked shakily. "Sure," Josh replied, moving to start climbing to his feet, but halted as he felt Mikey clamp tightly onto him. "Thank you," Mikey whispered. "And I'm... sorry if I hurt you!" "Don't be!" Josh insisted. "I... I think I needed this too!" As the two boys held on for a few more moments, Josh asked nervously, "Is it just me or did this feel... I dunno..." he sighed, trying to think of the word. "Nice?" Mikey offered, but quickly shook his head and said, "No, not nice. It felt... good?" "Yes!" Josh yelped. "Yeah, it did. It was... yeah!" he nodded. Mikey frowned a little. His other violent moments recently had all left him feeling guilty, mostly because part of him had enjoyed what he had done. This time, it was like he had been given permission to just enjoy the feeling and it was... intoxicating. "Come on," Josh said, eventually pulling away. "Let's go get you your boyfriends back!" he added, offering a hand to help the other boy to his feet, both of them letting out pained noises as they moved. ***** Lights out in dorm 1.05 meant one thing... masturbation! Or at least it had for a while. With the shower cubicles removed, the nightly `shower' before bed for most of the students had stopped, replaced by `suspiciously long amount of time locked in a toilet cubicle' before bed, instead. The boys of 1.05 had agreed that was ridiculous, at least for them. They had all seen and done enough with each other that there was really no shame left in masturbating in bed. Admittedly they did it with the lights out, never spoke about it and often pretended it wasn't happening, but it was one of those things that had just become a normal part of their day – wank time! The whole thing had died off a little back when things got... tumultuous between the dorm's throuple, throwing the entire down out of balance. Tonight though, with Mikey seemingly reconciliated with his two boyfriends and the tension that had lingered for weeks forgotten, the ritual had returned. Danny had given up his own spot in the double bunk he shared with Chris to allow the throuple to sleep together, taking Nicky's bed instead. Once the lights had gone out, the unmistakable and familiar sound of fapping had filled the room. James had been first to cum, though most in the dorm wouldn't have known. Despite the eventual `acceptance' of his enjoyment of sexual gratification, he still found it a little strange and did his best to go unnoticed. Next had come the throuple, the three boys seemingly stroking each other rather than just themselves, based on the playful giggles and happy moans that accompanied the three-way release. Josh and Rob had followed soon after, the two boys unintentionally synchronised in their ejaculations, much to their amusement as they glanced at each other post-orgasmically in the gloom. As had become he usual, the only noise that came from above them was a wistful sigh from David, the last boy in the dorm still undeveloped and locked in chastity. Across the dorm, Danny had been stroking along to the sounds of the other boys, but had not managed to cum, giving up as he heard the last of them stop playing. He felt a hint of frustration at his lack of release, but it was just something he was getting used to now. As a calm tranquillity washed over the dorm, Chris let out a gentle sigh and called out, "How is the weekend over already?" "Maybe we can all pretend to be sick tomorrow and get another day off," Josh suggested. "Nope!" James immediately interjected. "Ugh, okay, maybe all of us who aren't total nerds can pretend to be sick tomorrow and get another day off!" Josh corrected himself, teasing the boy on the bunk above. "No chance!" Danny called out. "You need to be at football practice! Final's only six days away!" He paused a moment then added, "Sorry Rob!" "S'okay, I'm over it," Rob replied. Thanks to the chat he'd had with Isaac the previous day, he was rapidly moving past his depression over the Year 8 rugby team's elimination from the tournament. Instead, he was determined to channel his support into the Year 8 football team, who had not been eliminated and would be facing the King Edwards team the following Saturday. On top of that, the army of visiting students that would come to watch the weekend of finals included some of the new friends Rob had made over the past few months, which inevitably meant plenty of opportunities for fun off the pitch too! "Maybe this time we can NOT get disqualified," Danny teased. "Maybe this time you can go fuck yourself!" Mikey called out, though the giggle that accompanied it made clear the aggression that had engulfed him over the past couple of weeks had dissipated... at least for now. "We can SO take them," Danny insisted. "They've gotta be running scared after last time!" "Yeah, don't get cocky. That's how I screwed things up," Rob said, nodding into the darkness. "Ha. Cock!" Josh giggled. "Ugh, child," James grunted. "Speaking of cock..." Chris called out. "Which we pretty much ALWAYS are!" Danny added from above, getting a round of chuckles. "Kinkswood's only three weeks away," Chris called out happily. Kinkswood was the school's annual celebration of sexuality, kink and fetish. It was always an exciting event, intended as both entertainment and education. It was entirely run by students, the school's faculty staying away and leaving the older students to maintain order and safety. As was tradition, it was led mainly by the Year 12s, with support from the Year 10s, leaving the boys in Years 11 and 13 able to focus on their exams and revision instead. "Luke's dead excited about it!" Rob called out proudly. "He says they've got some great stuff this year!" "I hope they've got rope demonstrations again!" Chris said, almost bouncing with excitement. At the last Kinkswood festival, Chris had engaged in a lot of activities, but one of the most enjoyable was allowing himself to be tied up with intricate ropework which he had insisted on keeping on whilst roaming the fair naked. "It's gonna be fun," Nicky said happily. As the others continued chatting about the upcoming events, Danny spotted movement as someone climbed up from below onto Mikey's bunk. It took a second for Danny to catch the hint of ginger in the low light, but soon spotted who it was. "Hey," he whispered softly. "Hi," Mikey said a little sheepishly. "You okay?" Danny asked nervously. "Everything alright with the guys?" he added, referring to the two boys beneath them. "Yeah," Mikey whispered back as he lay on his bunk, only the guard rail of the two beds separating them now. "We've all gotta talk more, but... we're good, or we will be." "Good," Danny said happily. "Look, erm... I don't really know what it was I did that... got you so pissed..." "Don't!" Mikey interrupted. "It's... it wasn't you. Well, not completely. I don't really get it," he explained honestly. He let out a gentle sigh and went on, "I don't know how my head works half the time, but... I don't like being mad at you, or anyone... and I've been a total bitch." "No more than usual," Danny sniggered. "Thanks," Mikey grumbled. "Maybe when I figure stuff out, we can talk more, but for now I just wanted to say sorry and I hope we're still friends!" "No!" Danny said bluntly. "We've never been friends!" "Oh, erm..." Mikey mumbled. "Because you're the little brother I always wanted," Danny added cheerfully. "Really?" Mikey asked, smiling broadly. "Totally," Danny replied. "I mean, we're forced to live together, we fight all the time and I love you even when I don't like you. That sounds like a brother to me!" "Yeah, I guess it does," Mikey agreed with a quiet giggle. Danny reached out and ran his fingers through Mikey's hair. "We'll figure out what's going on in there some day," he said softly. Mikey closed his eyes as he gently nuzzled his head against the hand as he mumbled, "Yeah, I hope so!" ----------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed this chapter. New chapters posted every week, so stay tuned. 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