Building Academy Part 5

      

 

Miles blanked, realizing he had dozed off. There was a voice talking in his ear. Irritated, he reached up and pulled the earbud out. It took the brown-haired boy a second to realize what had happened. Because of his dyslexia, he was able to get the textbooks digitally. That meant he could use a reading program to listen to his homework. Useful, but combined with a rough day at school, it made falling asleep easy. Now, he would have to go back and try to figure out the last thing he remembered hearing.

Turning the book off, he decided that was a problem for later. Absentmindedly, he reached down to his crotch, no wet spot. Well, at least he had a good nap. Glancing at the clock on his phone, he saw it dinner would start being served soon. Rolling out of his bed, Miles got to his feet and left the dorm room. As he was passing by the rec room, a flash of red hair caught his eye.

Slowing to a stop, he stared at Alex. Since their little run-in after the dodgeball game, he had seen the boy around, but had not talked to him. The offer the boy had made had lingered in the back of Miles' head. At some point over the weekend, Miles had decided he would ask about it. Of course, deciding and doing it were two separate things.

Miles lagged for a moment before finally moving his feet forward. Alex was sitting at a table with a couple of others playing a board game. Hanging back, Miles moved to a place where Alex might be able to see him. It worked as the redhead looked up after about a minute and waived for him to come closer.

"Miles, have you come to watch my glorious victory?" The older boy said with a little smile.

Sparing a look at the board, Miles guessed Alex was playing blue, given the number of pieces that where that color. "I don't know this game. I wanted to ask if you were still up for talking about that thing." He said nervously. In his head, that had sounded a lot better.

"Oh, of course," Alex said with a smile. "Just let me finish up this game."

"I'm not prolonging this anymore." One of the other boys, who looked about Levi's age, announced as he started to tip his pieces over.

The other started following. There were a few comments about the next time. In no time, Alex was left with a box to put away as the others headed to the cafeteria.

Miles followed Alex as he went to put the box back on the shelf. "I didn't make everyone quit the game, did I?"

"Uh?" Alex mumbled, not realizing Miles was asking a question at first. "No, I defeated their counter-attack. There was just some mopping up left to do. I thought you weren't ever going to take me up on my offer."

" I, I wasn't sure either." Miles answered reluctantly. They were still a couple of people in the rec room, but none of them were paying them any attention. Still, he was happy when Alex let them out of the room. "The people you're playing with, were they with you that day?" Miles asked.

"No, relax, nobody knows. Even if they did, most people don't care. There are a couple of people that might raise a fuss, but most people don't say anything. Last year two boys got in trouble when they got caught. They were like in the 10th grade, though. I think they were doing a dare anyways." Alex said, leading Miles out of the rec room and into the hallway.

That did not make Miles feel too much better. It still felt a little surreal, it being this easy. They walked past a couple of the study rooms before Alex ducked into one. Miles followed. Alex shut the door behind them.

"These study rooms, they're better than the locker room," Alex explained as he twisted a deadbolt shutting it. "Just the cleanup is a bit more work."  

Miles swallowed hard. His penis was not stiff. "It just feels a little weird." He revealed.

"You're just overthinking it. Do you want me to take your pants off, or do you want to pull them down?"

Miles felt his face warming. "You do this a lot, I guess?"

Alex came closer. "You could say that. You would be number twelve—an even dozen. I enjoy doing it."

Miles was genuinely shocked by the number and gave Alex another look. The other boy was cute. His penis was twitching now. "I guess I'm in good hands."

"You could say that," Alex said with a smile. "If you take it out, I'll show you how good I am."

Swallowing one last time, Miles started to unbutton his pants and pushed them down a little exposing his boxer briefs, and after another second of hesitation, those were down too.

Alex looked down and sank to one knee. "Nice, I bet it gets bigger though." 

Miles was proud of himself for not jumping when Alex moved one hand up and touched him. But it was strange having another hand down there. Alex's touch was gentle, just using the tip of his fingers to manipulate his shaft. Blood flow made it rise to the occasion. It wanted to go straight up towards his belly button, but Alex kept it at an almost 90-degree angle.

"Can you lift your shirt?" Alex asked.

Miles reached down and pulled his shirt up, showing off his belly. Alex looked up as he dropped his other knee.

"Thanks, I don't like the feeling of clothes."

Miles did not quite follow that. He did not have time to question it. Alex let go of Miles' shaft, allowing it to spring up and slap against his belly. Almost as soon as that happened, Alex was moving. Miles just saw a flash of red hair. Suddenly his erection felt very warm and wet. He inhaled as he felt a tongue against the shaft. He barely had time to register that feeling when he felt the tip of his erection hit something soft and slide downwards. He could feel the other boy's hair brushing up against his belly.

Alex slowly brought his other knee down, taking Miles' erection and bending his erection back into a 45-degree angle. Then he felt his erection slowly slide against the palate of Alex's mouth along with a gentle sucking sensation. After that, it became a little harder to keep track of everything. As Alex had said, he liked to do this and seemed willing to take his time.

When his climax came, it was a slow one. Miles was used to being in charge when it happened. He would chase down the growing feeling. This time though, Alex was in control. The redhead knew how to make it linger. Miles wanted to do something to make it go faster but could not think of anything. Now, it did not even feel like his brain was working. He was glad that the ball of pleasure exploded.

Miles' eyes widened as he finally felt the feeling. He took half a step back, feeling his softening shaft slip out of the other boy's mouth. His face felt flushed, and he was out of breath. "Wow," Miles said with a nervous giggle.

Alex climbed to his feet. "I guess I don't have to ask if you enjoyed it."

"No, that was like wow." He laughed again, nervous. Miles immediately noticed something as Alex stood up. There was a tent in his pants. His eyes stayed glued to it for a minute before he could pull them away.

"Miles," Alex closed the distance between them, not bothering to hide his bulge. "I want to ask you a question. I sucked you off, so I think I deserve an answer."

Miles nodded, feeling nervous.

"Are you gay?"

It was a simple question, and one Miles had wondered about if not so directly. "I don't know."

"That's fair. Me, I've known since I was little. I know you were staring at my crotch. You think you're going to look around for someone to mess around with?"

Miles shook his head. "I don't think so." He let out a nervous laugh. "You offered, and I barely could say yes to that."

"What if I introduced you to a few people who would be more up for doing stuff? That way, you wouldn't have to approach them, but you could still have a little fun."

Miles was about to say no. However, he stopped himself. That first day, he had turned down Alex. He could have received the feeling a week ago. "What's the catch?"

"There's a bit of a hazing ritual. We call ourselves the Midnight Club."

*****

"Shaaaa." Tyson pulled his hand away and shook his head.

"Another one broke?" Billy said.

"Yeah, we need to get thicker rubber bands or longer." Tyson said, sitting back in his chair.

"You know, you can swear." Billy said, looking over from his part of the build.

"No, not according to my mother. She beat it out of me." He slammed his hand out on the table.

"Really?" Billy looked up from his project.

Tyson gave it a few seconds. "No, I have a little sister. Just habit, I guess."

"Yeah, I get that. I have a little brother but playing online taught him all the swear words. I'm not even sure what some of them mean."

Tyson smiled a little. He never played much online but knew how it was. "Well, I'll check the supply room tomorrow. I think this is a two-person job anyways." Getting out of the chair, he walked over to the refrigerator they had in their room and retrieved one of his sodas.

"Hey, Tyson, I've been thinking about something. Do you remember that thing we did Friday?" Billy asked as he measured the foam pad again.

"You mean the BJ?" Tyson said with a little smile. "What about it?" it was funny watching the older boy cringe a little. They were the only two in the room now, so there was no need for secrecy.

"That thing. I figure I kind of owe you one." Billy said, barely turning to face him.

Tyson tilted his head a little. "That's nice of you. No, thank you."

This time Billy turned to face him directly. "What?"

Tyson took a long sip from his soda. "You're only offering because you feel like you should. You don't want to do it. If someone's going to be down there, I want him to want it. Not because they feel they should. I will suck you again if you want. Unless you want to be down there, I rather not get one. Reluctant blowjobs aren't any fun."

Billy slowly tried to look back at the project. "I guess you've done that sort of thing a lot."

There were a few ways to answer that question. Tyson went with the safest. "You could say that. Not that I want to talk about it. Good boys don't kiss and tell."

Mentally, he checked himself falling back into that persona. Then again, maybe that was the real him. Sometimes it was hard to tell. "You're a friend, nothing else. I mean, you're freakishly tall, but I'm not holding that against you."

"Freakishly tall?" Billy echoed. "You know for someone I could step on; you got a big mouth." Billy countered.

"Of course, you can step on me. You are part Clydesdale. Stomp stomp stomp."

"Clydesdale, what's that?" Billy asked.

Tyson spread his arms. "The big horses on those beer commercials during the Super Bowl. What? You don't even know your family tree?"

"Yeah, and which one of your relatives got it on with a leprechaun?" Billy countered.

"Hehe, you'll never find my lucky charms!" Tyson was not even sure if the mascot said that, but it was something.

Billy shook his head and gestured towards the mess he had made from cutting the foam padding. "You think I could get away with just knocking this on the floor? I am not on table duty."

"You better not. I'm on floor duty this week."

"Really?" Billy said with a little smile placing his finger over a small piece. He slowly moved it to the edge of the table. "And what are you going to do if I do?"

"Remind you that I'm at perfect crock punching height?" Tyson said, putting his drink down.

"Not when I'm sitting," Billy said, slowly moving his finger until it went over the side, dropping a little piece of foam.

Tyson's eyes narrowed. "Pick it up."

"No."

Tyson moved and grabbed the other boy by the shirt dramatically. "Pick it up."

"Never! It's in your domain now."

Raising his fist as traumatic as he could, he started to bring it down when Billy made his move. The boy moved his shelter downwards and pushed into a smaller boy before picking him off his feet. It was a perfect American-style football tackle and Tyson found himself on the floor.

Billy had put him down relatively gently, but that did not stop Tyson from counterattacking. The two rolled about on the floor, not trying to hurt each other, just messing around. Neither of them paid any attention the door open. That was until Andrew spoke up.

"Break it up, you two!"

Tyson was in a headlock. Billy's grip loosened as he sat back on his knees. "What?" Tyson demanded.

"There's no fighting on the grounds." Andrew said, sounding a little less sure.

"We were just messing around," Billy added. "We weren't fighting."

"I'm pretty sure roughhousing counts as fighting." Andrew said, crossing his arms.

"Did you just use the word roughhousing? Are you like eighty or something?" Tyson asked, becoming annoyed.

"Hey, you know what, it's fine," Billy said, standing up. "You didn't realize we were just having fun."

"Like he ever has fun," Tyson said, getting to his feet. "You're such an ass."

As he said those words, Tyson saw something. Maybe it was his imagination, or perhaps it was just some memories he preferred not to think about. For whatever reason, Tyson felt an unpleasant feeling in the stomach. Instead of apologizing, he darted towards the couch and picked up one of the cushions. He pushed it against Andrew. "Go on, hit me with that."

Andrew did not initially take it, but Tyson pushed against him harder, making the other boy back up.

Tyson could see Billy was just taking a step forward to stop him when Andrew finally grabbed the cushion and hit Tyson over the head with it. The blow did not hurt, but for a second, Tyson just stood there. "Pillow fight!"

Tyson and Billy both went for the other cushions on the couch as Andrew hesitantly started forward. The other boy's hesitation faded quickly, as everyone started hitting everyone else. Three more ended up pushing against each other with the occasional wack.

At some point, Tyson was being squished between the two other boys. Surprisingly, it was not that unpleasant of a feeling. Of course, this being a battle, he did not try to stick around to enjoy it. After only a few minutes, they started to lose their momentum. Eventually, they all came to a rest. Tyson had reclaimed the couch while Andrew sat down on the chair. Billy was still near the window, sitting down on the floor.

Tyson used the back of his hand to wipe some of the sweat away. "Oh no, Andrew has been rambunctious."

Andrew looked a little embarrassed, but unlike Billy, he did not have a comeback. Well, that was one of the reasons he liked Billy.

"I don't think we could call that a pillow fight." Billy cut in. "Still it was a nice way to blow off some steam."

Tyson could think of some better ways. That would be for tomorrow when he finally got to meet the Midnight Club. The idea was exciting, and it made him just a little uneasy.

End of part 5.

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