Author's Note: This story forms part of the Kingswood Saga. While it can be read (and hopefully enjoyed) on its own, to get the full context of everything, please see the main series, 'Tales from Kingswood' which can be found in the High School section. This series takes place between chapters 13 and 14.
Background: Kingswood is a fictional boarding school for boys aged 11 to 18 set in the South of England. What sets Kingswood apart from other schools is its attitude towards sexual experimentation and discovery. The boys at the school are encouraged to develop a healthy sex life and a good understanding of relationships. Punishment at the school can be quite conventional when it needs to be, but usually revolves around nudity and humiliation. While most boys return home during half-term breaks, occasionally some boys have to stay behind. This is their story.
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Half-Term at Kingswood ----------------------
Day 1 -----
Saturday 19 October 2019
The last of the departing students had been gone for about an hour, with most of the faculty and staff not far behind them. Kingswood, normally home to near 300 people, suddenly felt eerily quiet.
Brandon Porter was half a term into his fifth year at the school, so by now it felt more like home to him than the house where he had grown up with his parents. While most students went home for half-term, a few always seemed to stay behind for one reason or another. In Brandon's case, his parents were away on an expedition that was expected to last until Christmas, when he would see them again. They were so often away for long periods that he had spent more of his half-term breaks at the school than away from it.
The fifteen-year-old was making his way down the stairs from the second floor of the Home Building, which housed all 224 students spread over three floors, in sixty dormitories. He had a large bag slung over his shoulder, full of most of the things he would need for the week. While the dorm he was staying in was just a single floor down, he had learned quickly back in Year 7 that it was simply easier to bring everything with you than run back and forth all week.
As he reached the hallway of the first floor, he caught sight of Mr Beecham, the school's Maths teacher and swimming coach, closing the door to dorm 1.01. "Hey Mr B," he called out cheerfully. While most of the teachers at the school were nice, Mr Beecham was a favourite amongst students, particularly for Brandon.
The teacher smirked, having just seen something both amusing and unexpected in dorm 1.01, but kept himself composed as he saw the Year 11 boy approach. "Hey Bran. Back again?"
While Brandon felt a slight pang of disappointment at the thought of not seeing his family like most of the other students, it was a feeling he had long gotten used to. Having Mr Beecham there certainly helped brighten his mood too. He smiled back and nodded. "Oh yeah, who'd ever wanna leave this paradise?"
"Not me, obviously!" Mr Beecham said sarcastically. Over half-term, if numbers were low enough, a single member of the faculty stayed at the school to oversee the remaining students, sometimes a second one if the numbers were larger. This particular half-term break, with only seven students remaining, Mr Beecham alone had been chosen to chaperone.
"How many we got this time?" Brandon asked, having reached the man where he stood, walking slowly alongside him.
"Seven," Mr Beecham replied.
"Ohhhh!" Brandon said, giving the man a wry grin. "So... spare bed in the dorm! Think you might join us?"
In order to make it easier for the lone teacher to supervise the remaining students, they always moved into one of the first floor dormitories for the week, usually as close as possible to the apartment where the 'Master' of the floor lived during term time.
"Tempting," the teacher said, smiling inwardly, "But I think I'll stick to the teacher's apartment!"
"Aww, you're no fun!" Brandon complained. As he got a raised eyebrow in response, he went on. "Okay, you ARE fun, but not THAT kinda fun... not yet at least!"
"Oh!" Mr Beecham said, stopping outside the door to dorm 1.04 where the boys would be staying. He looked at Brandon, placed a hand on his shoulder and then leaned in, swerving to the side so his mouth was right beside the teenager's ear. "You want THAT kind of fun, do you?" he whispered softly.
Brandon gulped. He had always been openly attracted to the man. His friends knew it and Mr Beecham himself knew too, so the boy often took enjoyment in attempting to flirt with the older man. "Y... yes.... I do..." he stuttered, wondering if this half-term was finally the time something would happen.
"Well... I'm sure that can be arranged," the teacher whispered, then pulled back, grinned and opened the door. "Just ask your new room-mates!"
"I thought..." Brandon started, staring breathlessly at the teacher before a scowl spread across his face. "You're a such a frickin' tease!"
The teacher responded with a silent smile, then nudged Brandon through the door playfully.
"Do I really have to..." a voice started as soon as the door opened, but as Brandon stepped through he stopped and said, "Oh, I thought you were..." he stopped again as the teacher followed inside. "Oh, there you are. Look, do I really have to do this?" The voice came from a twelve-year-old, Year 8 boy named Dustin who was sitting impatiently on one of the freshly-made bunks.
"Yes, Dustin. We covered this already!" Mr Beecham said, using all of his willpower not to roll his eyes.
"But my dorm is literally two doors away. Can't I just stay in there?" Dustin demanded. Despite his seemingly cranky demeanour, he was a sweet, cherubic-looking boy. Between his golden blonde locks, blue eyes, boyish features and slight chubbiness, he could have popped right out of a Michaelangelo painting.
"Dustin!" Mr Beecham said softly.
"Yes Sir?" the boy replied, looking hopeful
"I've already told you that you all stay together so I can keep an eye on you all. Plus it's Kingswood tradition. So if you ask me about this again, you'll find yourself on laundry duty for a month!" the teacher said, maintaining his soft tone, but his seriousness still apparent.
Brandon smirked as the younger boy pouted. "Don't worry, little dude. You won't miss out on as much wank time as you think!"
Dustin immediately blushed. It was strange really. One of the school's criteria for selection (with the help of some willing student volunteers) was boys that were either interested in guy-on-guy action, or at least open to it. As a result, by the time they reached eighteen and left, around half of the students were openly gay, a further quarter bisexual and the rest a mix of everything else. That, paired with the acceptance (even encouragement) of sexual activity meant there was a very open attitude around everything sex-related and yet, somehow, many boys still managed to get embarrassed at even the mention of masturbation. Seemingly, Dustin was one of them.
"I... I don't... erm..." Dustin stuttered shyly.
"Relax, mate. I'm just yankin' ya chain!" Brandon said, patting the embarrassed boy on the shoulder as he walked past to choose a bunk.
The dorm was split into three main areas. The entrance area had the door to the hallway, then a large open area with four large wardrobes on either side. The middle of the dorm consisted of four sets of bunk beds, two on each side of the room, heads against the wall, feet towards the middle, with a gap of just a few feet between each of the sets. The far end of the dorm had two desks on either side along the walls and four two-seater sofas arranged in a diamond formation in the middle.
As Brandon walked towards the bunk bed furthest from the door on the right, he heard a sudden yell from the doorway. "UNHAND MY BUNK, YOU RUFFIAN!"
"Indoor voice, Kyle!" Mr Beecham said to the new arrival.
Walking in was another twelve-year-old, this one with full lips and a slight remnant of puppy fat round his cheeks. His eyes were a greenish-blue, while his hair teetered somewhere between golden brown and dark blonde.
"Is there a problem?" Brandon asked, smirking.
Kyle grinned back at him. "No, I just like to make an entrance!" the boy said. "But that IS my bunk!" Kyle added, gesturing to the bed beside the teen.
"Don't see your name on it!" Brandon replied, clearly just being awkward.
As the two boys began to squabble playfully, both clearly treating it humorously, Dustin approached, attempting to calm the situation, seemingly under the impression they were being serious.
That left Mr Beecham stood with the other new arrival, a Year 7 twelve-year-old boy who was blushing at the man's very presence, and with good reason. The boy's name was Chris Smith and he was a resident of dorm 1.01, where Mr Beecham had just walked in on him, naked and mid-orgasm. Worst of all, it was not even the first time it had happened.
"You okay, Chris?" the teacher asked, barely holding back a laugh. "You look a little... flustered!"
The boy blushed even more profusely, but shifted awkwardly as he stood there. Being caught and humiliated by a teacher might have seemed as bad as things could get, but Chris had the added awkwardness of being turned on by it. Just standing there, in front of Mr Beecham, knowing what he had seen was enough to make the boy's cock strain in his pants.
"I'm fine, Sir!" Chris said in his distinctly-Irish accent, staring down at the ground.
"Good, well you get settled in. I'm gonna go see where the others are!" the teacher said, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder and using all of his willpower not to laugh as Chris let out an involuntary whimper.
Chris headed over to the other three boys. Kyle and Brandon were still squabbling, but were now very much both maintaining it simply to tease Dustin who was trying to make peace. As he stood beside them, he let out a hefty sigh, enough to make all three fall silent and look at him. "I need a hug!" he moaned as he stepped towards Kyle, resting his forehead on the other boy's shoulder.
"Fuck me, what's wrong with him?" Brandon asked, looking at the mopey boy.
"Oh he's just embarrassed," Kyle started as he raised his hands to hold Chris, but immediately felt his friend pull away.
"Don't you dare!" Chris said, eyes wide as he worried Kyle was about to reveal what had just happened.
"Embarrassed about what?" Dustin and Brandon asked in perfect unison, before looking at each other and adding, again together, "Jinx!" They both sniggered, then turned their attention back to the two Year 7s.
"Nothing, it doesn't matter," Chris insisted, cheeks burning. Annoyingly, he felt his cock twitch a little too. Getting turned on by being embarrassed was embarrassing... which turned him on, making it almost a perpetual cycle that could be hard to break.
Kyle grinned, suddenly feeling smug for knowing a secret the others wanted and holding a little sway over his friend. "Don't worry, I won't say a word!" Kyle reassured Chris with a gentle pat on the back.
"Aww, no fun!" Dustin complained.
"Relax, we'll get the truth out of him tonight!" Brandon said confidently. When all three boys looked at him questioningly, he explained, "Oh, guessing this is the first half-term break you've all spent at the school. We'll go over the rules and everything once everyone's here, but one of the traditions... first night is Truth or Dare night!"
By the time the next two boys arrived at the dorm, the first four had very much settled in. Despite renewing their squabble over bunks (once again just to mess with Dustin), Kyle had managed to keep his usual bed. His was the bottom bunk on the far right from the door. Wanting to be close to his friend, Chris had taken the bottom bunk right beside it, both boys sitting on their beds and chatting as they waited for the rest to arrive.
Dustin had claimed the bottom bunk on the left, nearest the door, while Brandon had taken the top bunk above Kyle.
The next boy to arrive was a fourteen-year-old Year 10 boy who Brandon eagerly introduced to the others as Eric Reynolds. He looked fairly indistinct, to the point where the younger students struggled to even remember seeing him around the school before, standing at average height with impeccably-tidy dark brown hair with eyes to match. His face was slender, with somewhat angular features, accented by a smile that had a slight air of cockiness about it. While he and Brandon weren't exactly friends, it seemed the two boys had shared a half-term break the previous year and knew each well enough from that. Eric took the top bunk on the far left.
Shortly after Eric's arrival, the sixth room-mate arrived. At sixteen, he was the oldest of the boys. Being in a closed environment like Kingswood, there were rarely unfamiliar faces and all of the younger boys recognised him, at least in passing. He introduced himself as Casey Harper. While the Year 12 student got polite greetings from all of the boys, he couldn't help noticing that the two youngest boys, Kyle and Chris, were paying him particular attention.
Casey was used to attracting looks from others in the school. As the song went, he's sexy and he knew it! Standing fairly tall for his age, he could have easily passed for one of the younger-looking teachers, while his muscular frame seemed to show, even through the baggy hoodie and sweatpants he wore. His black hair was combed tidily to one side, while his piercing hazel eyes were framed by glasses, all above a dashingly-charming smile.
"Holy shit, I think Clark Kent just walked in!" Chris muttered at the sight of the young hunk, getting a giggle from Kyle who was clearly just as enamoured.
Casey strode across to the bunks on the right of the room. He stood at the end of the narrow gap between to two sets of beds, raised his arms to lean on the top bunks and smiled, looking first at Chris and Kyle on the bottom, then briefly up to Brandon who was laying casually above. He nodded to the empty bunk above Chris and asked, "This one taken?"
The two younger boys had not yet managed to look at Casey's face. The ample bulge of his cock was virtually at eye-level for them, but as the young man had raised his arms, his hoodie had lifted enough to reveal the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers and a few inches of stomach above the low-slung sweatpants. His stomach was visibly muscled, a v-line disappearing into the underwear while a thick trail of dark hair ran down from his barely-concealed navel.
"Do they... actually speak?" Casey asked, gesturing with a finger to the two younger boys while looking at Brandon.
Brandon grinned, fully aware of both the younger boys' distraction and the deliberate teasing Casey was doing to them. While he himself could definitely admire the sixteen-year-old's allure, he had teased and flirted with younger guys enough to know all of the tricks and had built up a kind of immunity to it by now. "Help yourself!" Brandon said, getting sudden, shocked stares from below, prompting him to playfully add, "To the bunk, I mean!"
Casey sniggered, recognising a fellow flirt right away. "Gotcha," he said with a nod, then threw his bag up onto the bed above Chris. He looked round at the two boys on the sets of bunks opposite and asked, "This everyone?"
"Nah, Mr B said there's seven of us, so waiting on one more!" Brandon said, sitting up glancing down. From where he was sat, he could only see Chris, but he was clearly having a silent conversation with Kyle based on his expressions and movements. He suppressed a grin, knowing that the two boys were almost certainly going to be fun to share with for the week.
"You told the noobs the rules yet?" Eric asked from his bunk.
Brandon shook his head. "Figured I'd wait til we're all here, save repeating myself," he explained. "Ah, here we go!" he said, seeing the door open.
"... won't be a problem," Mr Beecham finished speaking as the door opened.
As the final student stepped into the room, seemingly almost pushed by the teacher, Brandon smiled and called out, "Ohhh, hey Benji!"
Eric's eyes widened at the mention of the name. He immediately leaned over to get a better view of the door and let out an annoyed grunt. "You're fucking kidding me!" he muttered at the sight of the final boy.
"Okay lads, now you're all here we can get started. I just need to grab a few things then I'll be right back to get you," the teacher said, pulling the door shut as he left.
Brandon immediately hopped down from his bunk and approached the slightly disgruntled-looking new arrival. He threw his arm around the other boy's shoulders and called out, "Everyone, this is Benji..."
"Benjamin, or Ben!" the boy interrupted.
Brandon grinned and went on, "Like I said, this is Benji. Benji, meet Dustin..." he paused gesturing to each boy as he spoke their name, letting the fourteen-year-old register the name to the face. "Chris... Kyle... Casey..." He paused again, pulling Benji slightly to the side to bring the final bunk into view. "And I believe you already know Eric!"
Benji and Eric stared at each other, both scowling silently.
"Bit of tension, is there?" Casey asked with a bemused smirk. It was his sixth year in the school and, by now, the one thing that became clear was that the younger students loved their drama! Up on the third floor, where the Year 12 and 13s resided, it was a bit of a running gag how much the lower floors seemed more like a bad soap opera than a school sometimes.
Eric and Benji both glanced at Casey, then back to each other and said at the same time, "He's my ex!"
"Jinx!" Dustin said at the accidental synchronisation, getting a laugh from Brandon.
Mr Beecham had kept the rest of the afternoon annoyingly busy and had not left the group alone for more than a few minutes at a time. The tension between Eric and Benji was obvious even to the teacher, though the boys had not expressed to him the exact reason for it.
Their first activity reminded Chris and Kyle of their first day at the school just a couple of months earlier, where they had been 'encouraged' to take part in a range of ice-breakers to help them get to know the rest of the Year 7 new arrivals. Despite the obvious reluctance shown by most of them, it had actually been moderately fun and achieved its goal of getting them familiar with each other a little. Throughout the introduction, they had found that Brandon preferred to go by 'Bran', while Dustin had, against his will, come to be known as Dusty.
The other name change came from Mr Beecham himself. Being in the somewhat less formal setting of half-term, the man tended to relax a little more and had allowed the boys to call him by his first name, Owen. It was strange for most of them, having never been afforded the opportunity to be on first-name terms with a teacher. Bran was the only one who outright refused, playfully continuing to refer to him as 'Mr B'.
By the time Owen's planned activities concluded, it was time to head downstairs for dinner. While the more inexperienced boys naturally headed for the huge 300-seater dining hall that they usually used at mealtimes, Bran corralled them towards a smaller room just down the hallway from the main door. Inside was a large square table, set up with two seats on each side, but looked like it could easily seat twice as many at a push.
"I didn't even know this was here!" Chris said as they ventured into the small dining room.
"It's used for functions and events, mostly, but also during breaks, rather than opening up the whole dining hall," Bran explained as they took their seats.
A few minutes later, with the boys all seated round the table, a door opened and a young man walked through pushing a trolley. "Dinner is served!" he said cheerfully as he began serving plates to each of the boys. He looked to be in his early twenties, with dark brown hair that was slightly spiked on top, faded into a shave down the back and sides, then into a neatly-trimmed beard and moustache. His eyes were a piercing chocolate brown, framed by long lashes and heavy brow that, had he not been smiling, would have given him a fairly intense look.
"I thought we were the only ones left here!" Kyle said, seeing the young waiter/kitchen worker.
"No, a member of staff always stays on for kitchen and cleaning duties," Owen explained. "Nowhere near the usual amount, just one this week I believe!"
The young man grinned at the teacher's comment and nodded but continued his duties quietly. Despite the seemingly elitist appearance of the school, all boys were expected to treat Kingswood staff, whether they were member of the faculty or on-site staff, with respect and dignity. It was drummed into them early on that being at the school was a distinct privilege, but it did not in any way make them better than anyone. It was just another one of the many tenets that helped shape the school's students into the world of tomorrow's success stories.
"Hi, I'm Chris!" Chris said cheerfully as the young man placed a plate in front of him.
The man chuckled. He knew the boys of the school were always polite and friendly, but in his few weeks working there he had rarely had much opportunity to engage with them on more personal level. "Well hi Chris, I'm Gabe, nice to meet you!" he said as he continued his duties.
The friendly Irish lad's introduction triggered a chain reaction round the table, with the rest of the boys introducing themselves. When it got to Casey, he just sniggered and said sarcastically, "Oh yes, handsome stranger, nice to meet you, I'm Casey!"
"Shut up, you!" Gabe said, nudging the teenager as he passed him to grab a couple more plates.
"I take it you know each other, then!" Owen said, noting the comfortable ease between the two.
"He's my Grand-mentor!" Casey said proudly. "When I was a scrawny little Year 7, he was in Year 13."
One of the main supports offered to students at the school was the mentor program. On arriving in Year 7, each boy was assigned a Year 10 student who would act as their mentor for the following four years, until the older boy left the school after Year 13. Gabe had been mentor to Casey's mentor, Paul.
"Aww, you'll always be that wimpy little kid who was still scared of the dark to me, lil Pencil-Case!" Gabe teased.
As Casey blushed profusely, most of the others laughed.
"Well before we get too drawn into that, I suggest we eat!" Owen said, sensing that the small group of boys was ready to pounce on what Gabe had just revealed. "Thanks Gabe, I'll come give you a shout when we're finished!"
"Thanks Owen," the young man said, placing a hand on the teacher's shoulder and letting it linger there for just a second longer than was necessary before pushing the trolley back through the door.
While Owen's comment had prompted the boys to start eating, as soon as the door closed, he felt immediately compelled to call out, "No talking with your mouth full!" as the questions began to fly.
"Scared of the dark at eleven?"
"Pencil-case?"
"Why's he still at the school?"
Casey sat eating, not answering, but blushing slightly. He had been so confident around the other boys up until then, yet one comment from Gabe and he actually did feel like that scared little Year 7 boy again. Despite his silence, the questions kept coming, over and over. He looked to Owen, hoping the teacher might interject and save him, but he just looked to be enjoying the embarrassment as much as the students.
Casey huffed, dropping his fork with a loud clink. "Fine, okay, shut up!" he said, prompting sudden silence. "Yes, I was scared of the dark, I still was for ages but I'm over it now. Take the piss all you like but I guarantee you've all got things that scare you too, so don't be a dick about it. The nickname was because I used to be really scrawny, they said my arms and legs were, like, pencil-thin... and my name's Case-y, so someone called me Pencil-Case one time and it just stuck, for years. But do these look like pencils to you?" He raised both arms and flexed them, biceps bulging as the sleeves of his t-shirt strained against them.
"Ha, pencil-case!" Eric sniggered, regardless of how inaccurate the name now obviously was.
"I'd be careful laughing at that, pencil-dick!" Benji said snidely.
"Hey!" Owen suddenly called out. A little light ribbing, especially against the oldest and most mature student among them was one thing, but the younger boy's insult was clearly intended to offend. He had already had to calm things between the two Year 10 boys during the afternoon's activities and he wasn't about to let things get out of hand again.
"Sorry," Benji said, but clearly aimed the apology at Owen rather than Eric.
"So what's be still doing here?" Bran asked, looking round at the door Gabe had disappeared through, wanting to move things on quickly.
Casey shrugged as he resumed eating. He swallowed a mouthful and replied, "No idea, he only started working here at the start of this term and we haven't really caught up yet."
"I thought everyone who left here went on to be, like, President of the World or something!" Dustin said with a slight snigger.
Casey just shrugged again and carried on eating in silence.
The evening had been spent primarily in the first floor Common Room. Although it had seemed strange being so empty, usually being occupied by anywhere up to the full 96 boys who lived on the first floor, the small group had soon gotten used to the quietness. It had helped that being so empty meant they always had easy access to the pool and foosball tables, games consoles and TV.
Around nine, Owen herded them out of the Common Room and back to the dorm. While the teachers were not privy to every detail of what happened in the dorms, especially during breaks like half-term, they knew enough to ensure the boys got sufficient unsupervised time. Despite Bran's suggestion that the teacher stay, he made his excuses and headed out, leaving the seven boys alone.
"Ugh, finally!" Bran said as he shut the door behind Owen, despite his fervent wish that the man had stayed, turning to face the small gathering of boys. "Right, bitches. To the sofas, we've got shit to discuss!"
The boys began to gather, some more willingly than others, but with a little urging from Bran they had all soon gathered. Chris and Kyle had taken one sofa together, Casey had wilfully sprawled himself in the middle of one to keep it to himself, while Bran had sat next to Benji, leaving Dusty and Eric opposite them.
"Okay, now I know some of you have been here before, but listen up anyway, it's always good to remember the rules!" Bran explained.
Eric rolled his eyes and sighed, having heard the whole spiel before.
"No point asking him to listen, he's incapable of it!" Benji said with a slight sneer.
"Oh shut the fuck up. Like you're so perfect!" Eric snapped back immediately, jumping to his feet.
"Better than you, twat!" Benji snarled back, standing to face him.
Casey was on his feet in a flash. He reached out, placed a hand on each of the fourteen-year-olds' chests and shoved them back into their seats. "Sorry Bran, we'll get to your stuff in a minute but for now... you two..." he paused, looking first to Eric then to Benji. "You two need to either make up or shut up cos I'm not spending the week with a couple of squabbling kids. One of you makes another comment like that and I will personally see to it that you seriously regret it. Got it?"
Casey was a fairly imposing young man, and had he actually taken on an angry tone, the warning would have been downright terrifying. As it was, he sounded completely calm as he spoke to them, though that somehow made it sound all the more sinister. When both of the younger boys just stared back at him, he repeated, "Got it?" a lot more firmly and received reluctant agreement from them. "Great," he said, smiling as he sat back down. "Now back to Bran!"
Bran had to hold back a smile. He could see neither Benji nor Eric were happy about what had just happened, but the threat seemed to be enough to keep them quiet for now. He sat forward in his seat and looked round, primarily at the three younger boys who were all completely new to the situation. "So, here's the thing, fellas. There are a lot of traditions that go with half-term at Kingswood. The first, I already mentioned, is Truth or Dare on the first night, which will be..." he paused, looking at the formerly-squabbling ex-couple, "Interesting! There's more, but we'll cover that throughout the week, but there's also a few rules you need to abide by."
"Yay, rules!" Dusty said, grinning. It was a strange comment and the others were genuinely confused whether the unusual lad was being sincere, sarcastic or some strange mix of the two.
"Okay, well rule number one. The rule that comes above all others... what happens at half-term, stays at half-term!" Bran explained.
"That's original, I wonder how they thought of that!" Kyle said sarcastically, getting an amused head shake from Chris.
Bran ignored the comment and elaborated. "So it doesn't matter what happens this week, you don't speak of it to anyone outside the seven of us. I know it sounds cheesy, but it's an opportunity," he explained. "You can do what you want and know it goes no further than us."
The younger boys exchanged glances. It was nice in a way. The school's rumour-mill often worked with superhuman efficacy, so being able to do things without it spreading to every corner of the school was the closest thing to privacy most of them had felt in months.
"And that brings us on to rule two..." Bran said, grinning broadly as the younger boys looked on expectantly. "Have fun! So may the games begin! Kyle... truth or dare?"
As the younger boys chuckled at the rule, Kyle shrugged and without thinking chose, "Truth please!"
Chris immediately looked at him nervously, then to Bran and back again. He hoped Bran had forgotten his earlier promise to find out what he had been so embarrassed about when he arrived in the room.
"Okay, dish it. We want all the dirt. What was Chris so worked up about this afternoon?" Bran immediately asked before any of the others could butt in with a different question.
Eric, Benji and Casey looked around, slightly confused as they had not been around at the time, but all eyes fell on Kyle.
"Sorry, mate," Kyle said, putting an arm around Chris for a moment. "Gotta do it. Rules of the game and all!"
"Ugh, fine, go ahead," Chris grunted, flopping back in the seat and covering his face with both hands.
Kyle could see the confusion on some of the faces, so he looked to Casey first and said, "So this afternoon, there was a bit of awkwardness..."
"A LOT of awkwardness!" Bran interjected with a snigger.
"Yeah," Kyle chuckled, a twisted part of him enjoying the fact that his own 'truth' was being used to embarrass his friend. "A LOT of awkwardness between Chris and Owen. Well it was partly because, like, five minutes before we came in, Owen had just walked into one-oh-one and seen Chris, stark bollock naked, jizzing all over himself!"
There was a brief moment where it felt all sound in the world had been sucked into a vacuum before the going completely the other way, loud shouts erupting from the others, a mix of cheers, laughs and teasing comments.
Chris just folded his arms moodily, ignoring it all and avoiding eye contact with any of the others.
"Wait, wait, wait... hold up..." Benji said, quietening the others. He looked at Kyle as his eyes narrowed. "Part of it! You said getting caught knocking one out was PART of it!"
"Oooooh!" the other boys chorused as their gaze quickly turned from Benji back to Kyle.
Chris just sighed and nodded.
"So a few weeks ago, Chris was at swim practice and he's, like, super horny and perving on Owen for the whole lesson," Kyle explained.
"Don't blame ya there," Bran said, tossing the boy a wink.
Chris blushed, regretting sharing the story with Kyle who went on, "And at the end of the lesson, he gets held back by talk to Mr Beecham..."
"Bitch, if you got off with Mr B, I'll cut ya, I swear!" Bran immediately interrupted. "That cherry's mine to pop!"
The other boys laughed, not quite sure just how serious the threat was.
"No, nothing like that!" Kyle said, shaking his head, much to Bran's relief. "But after he's done talking to Owen, he's still super horny and needs to get off. Luckily, he's got a friend there who's willing to to help him out. So this friend stands there, jerking him off beside the pool, but he decides to tease Chris a bit because he's, ya know, hot for teacher. So the friend kinda... role-plays being Owen and when Chris finally lets it rip, he's pretty much screaming out 'Oh Mr Beecham, I love you!' and guess who sees the whole thing as he busts a load into the pool!"
If the first story had caused an uproar, the second one pushed the boys to volumes previously unheard by human ears. Everyone except Chris sat laughing and cheering, while the embarrassed boy continued to blush increasingly heavily, squirming a bit to try and conceal the throbbing erection brought on by his own humiliation.
"Holy shit. How the fuck are we meant to follow that?" Bran asked, wiping a tear from his cheek after the laughter finally began to die down.
"Let's find out," Kyle said happily, looking to the boy sat beside him. "Chris, truth or dare?"
Chris groaned. There were no good options. If he chose truth, he knew they would choose something as embarrassing as what Kyle had just told them about, but he had a similar feeling that the group was not likely to hold back when it came to dares. "Okay, dare!" he said, just wanting to get it out of the way.
The rest of the group immediately burst into chatter, each trying to shout out dares at the same time. Chris did his best to try and decipher what any of them were saying, but with everyone speaking, even if he had been able to pick one out it would have been unclear which one was his official dare.
"Wait!" Benji suddenly called out, catching Eric's eye.
"We've got it!" Eric added.
The shout alone would have been enough to catch the group's attention, but seeing the two former boyfriends, who had yet to even converse outside of an argument all day, suddenly agreeing piqued their collective curiosity.
"Chris, you have to strip, then sneak down the hallway to the door to the teacher's apartment, stand there for ten seconds then come back!" Eric instructed.
"Ah, no way!" Chris said, shaking his head. "That's got trap written all over it! You'll, like, shout down the hall so Owen comes out or lock me out or something. I'm not stupid!"
Eric and Benji gave each other a quick glance. Chris was right, they weren't even being subtle. "Fine," Eric said calmly. "We promise we won't even move out of our seats!"
"And we won't make a noise until you're back!" Benji added.
"It's just fun knowing you're taking that risk," Eric went on.
"Especially cos of that embarrassing shit before," Benji added.
Chris felt like he was watching a tennis match as he looked side to side as each of the two spoke. He still suspected they were up to something, simply from the fact they seemed to be on the same side, but he shook his head and stood, knowing that refusing a dare was likely to get him an even worse one in response. On top of that, the twisted little part of his mind that had gotten aroused from having everyone hear about his embarrassment was suddenly awake again, hoping for something fun to happen.
"Fine, okay," he said, standing up and pulling off his t-shirt. Suddenly, he found himself with another dilemma. He had never been shy about his body and being at the school had resulted in him being seen naked by his dorm-mates as well as other Year 7 boys and members of the swim team, but this felt substantially different. Aside from the fact all the other boys were older, and doubtlessly more developed, he wasn't just getting naked near them, he was getting naked FOR them. All eyes were unapologetically on him.
As he tossed his t-shirt onto the sofa, he felt himself shrink a little at the sight of Casey, the well-muscled teenager sitting to one side, legs spread cockily wide. In his own dorm, Chris was the second tallest and easily the best built, which had allowed his confidence to swell as readily as his cock. Taking a quiet, deep breath, he reached down and pushed his sweatpants and underwear down in one go, wanting to at least look more confident than he felt.
His cock sprag free, not quite as hard as it had been at the peak of Kyle's story, but very clearly pointing up and away from his measly little patch of pubic hair. He stepped out of the clothing, using his feet to pull his socks off at the same time then looked to the door for a moment. Glancing back at the surprisingly co-operative Year 10 boys, he asked, "And you promise you won't, like, shout or lock the door or anything?"
"Promise!" they both said at once.
Dusty and Bran exchanged smirks as the younger boy managed to resist saying 'jinx' yet again, but both thinking it.
"Okay then," Chris said, then quickly headed for the door, pulled it open and peered out into the corridor. He still wasn't used to just how quiet the large building was with most of the students at home, though it did mean he would easily hear anyone approaching. The hallway down to the left had four doorways leading off - the toilets, dorms 1.05 and 1.06 and the teacher's apartment. Detecting no signs of movement, Chris pushed the door all the way open, then stepped out and walked as quickly as he could to the door he had been dared to stand at.
As he got there, he started counting in his head, each second seeming to drag out for a lifetime. Just as he reached nine in his head, the door swung open.
Chris froze, eyes wide as Owen stood there, looking him up and down.
"I know the dress code is a bit more relaxed at half-term, but I think this may be taking it a bit far!" Owen said with a smirk, deliberately loud enough for his voice to carry down the hallway to 1.04.
"I... erm... I was..." Chris stuttered, blushing profusely and cursing the others as he heard laughter from their direction.
"It's okay. But you do realise you just feel for the oldest trick in the book, don't you?" the teacher asked with a grin, still looking the boy up and down as he stood rooted to the spot.
"But... how did they..." Chris stuttered.
Owen held up his phone. "Message on the app!" he explained.
All boys at the school had to install the Kingswood app on their phones. In many ways it ran their lives, keeping track of their schedules for classes and other activities, waking them in the morning to ensure they were never late and doing a range of other useful things. It also had a built-in messenger, meaning any student or teacher could instantly message anyone. In this case, it seemed one of the boys back in the dorm had done just that.
"You should probably go back now!" Owen said, pointing down the corridor as he held back a grin. As Chris nodded and started to walk away, he added, "Oh, and Chris..."
The boy turned and looked back at him, blushing as he realised his butt was on full display to the teacher as he walked down the hall.
"We really need to talk some time. About the other week, at the pool!" Owen said seriously.
"Y... yes Sir," Chris stuttered, then dashed back to the dorm. As he stepped inside, greeted by more laughs and cheers, he closed the door and leaned on it, his heart pounding. Seen naked, by Mr Beecham... again! But worst of all, he wanted to talk? What was there to talk about? Was he in trouble? For now, his concerns were put aside as he glared furiously at the group. "You bastards!" he snapped, making them laugh even more uncontrollably at his embarrassment. He pulled on his boxers and took his seat next to Kyle.
Once the amusement of Chris' dare had passed, the game continued on. Having seen what Chris had been subjected to, the remaining five chose truths for their first turns. As tempting as it had been to most of the boys, neither Eric nor Benji were asked a truth relating to their obviously-problematic break-up. In general, the questions had all revolved around sex, making the boys talk about various sexual exploits or punishments they had endured at the school.
Casey had been last to take a turn and now all eyes were on him as Dusty had just asked, "Out of the six of us, who would you most like to snog?"
Casey was certainly milking the attention was getting, most of the boys trying to play a delicate balance between wanting to be the chosen one and not wanting to look too keen.
"I'd pick Chris, but I'm not a teacher, so he wouldn't be interested!" Casey teased, getting a snigger from the others. Even Chris laughed along with it, taking it all in good humour. "Seriously though, I'd have to say... Benji." The choice prompted a few words from the others, but generally it seemed they wanted to know why. "Hey, what can I say? I've got a think for redheads!"
"On behalf of my people, thank you!" Benji said with a grin.
Eric glared from Benji to Casey and back again, but remained quiet.
"Okay Kyle, back to you. As you had a truth last time, let's make this simple... dare or dare?" Bran asked. He had been in the situation many times before and always knew the boys playing tended to need a bit of a nudge to get to the really good stuff.
"Hmm," Kyle hummed, pretending to look thoughtful. "I think I'll choose.... dare!"
As with Chris' dare, the choice sparked a round of chatter between the other boys.
Chris leaned over to his friend and asked quietly, "You gonna be okay with this?"
Kyle looked back for a moment and nodded. The Year 7 boy appeared to have a few anxiety issues when it came to sexual activity. More than once now he had initiated things and then immediately freaked out at the thought of going through with it. Chris had only recently become aware of it. In fact, it was what had led to him being caught cumming by Mr Beecham earlier in the day.
"Yeah, this is... different, I think," Kyle whispered back. "This is just, ya know... playing and stuff. It's just harmless fun. But thanks for checking!"
Chris smiled, glad his friend was feeling relatively at ease, but the comment brought with it some confusing thoughts. If Kyle could do sexual things that were 'just for fun', why had he freaked out earlier when it was just the two of them? Had he thought it was something more serious? Before he could get too lost in thought, it appeared the others had made their decision.
"Okay, listen up!" Casey said, the rest of the boys falling silent as the older teen spoke up, sitting forward and looking round at them all. "You've all pussied out in round one and had truths, so you're all due for a dare."
"How about me?" Chris quickly interjected.
"Except Chris," Casey quickly added, giving the Year 7 boy a quick wink. "But he'll do another dare now anyway. So I got one for all six of ya!" The other boys stared on intently, curious to see what Casey had come up with, so he quickly explained, "You're all in pairs on your sofas, so you're each gonna jerk off the guy next to you. The guy from each pair that cums first has to finish off his partner... orally!"
Each of them gave the boy sat beside them a quick glance, blushing a little. Chris and Kyle both frowned a little as they looked back at Casey.
"That means..." Bran started, seeing the younger boys' confusion, then mimed sucking a dick, poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he moved his hand back and forth.
"You really sure about this?" Chris asked Kyle as quietly as he could.
Kyle just nodded.
"Oh, Chris, before we start do you want me to go and get Mr B. I know you're not used to doing it without him watching!" Bran teased, getting a laugh from the others as Chris just gave him a bemused glare.
"So do we have to, like, get naked?" Eric asked.
"Sure!" Casey said happily. He hadn't considered that, he was just enjoying the thought of the dare, but seeing the other six boys naked too, that was just a nice added bonus. While he would have preferred a group of lads from his own year or maybe Year 13, he decided to make the best of what he'd got with the younger boys.
As a couple of the others began to undress slowly, except Chris who quickly shucked his boxers and sat happily naked, Bran looked to Casey and asked, "So we're all gonna be naked and doing stuff and you're... what, just gonna sit there and watch?"
"Well I'd take part, but..." Casey gestured to the empty space either side of him as he sat alone on his sofa. "So I suppose I'll just have to... enjoy the show!" With an absolute lack of any subtly, he dropped his hand to his crotch, making it obvious exactly what he would be doing while the others did their collective dare.
"Okay then," Bran said, smirking. He had played enough games of truth or dare to know the best ways to tease someone. "You're due for a dare too then, so your dare... is to not touch yourself for the rest of the night!"
"Ooooooh!" a few of the other boys chorused as they saw the the disgruntled frown spread across the burly teen's face.
"Fine. Get to it then, wankers!" Casey said, trying to save face, though his frustration was obvious.
The remaining five boys finished getting undressed, all taking a few seconds to silently take in the view of each other. They all had the very clear impression that they would all be seeing a lot of each other throughout the week, but this was the first opportunity for most of them to see each other properly.
Though Kyle retained a hint of puppy fat around his face, his body was slender and lean. His cock was clearly the smallest on the room, topped with a barely-there little bush, but in reality was not much smaller than Chris', he was simply flaccid whereas his friend had remained at least semi-hard the whole time he had been naked.
Dusty looked more than a little uncomfortable amongst the slim or toned torsos of his new room-mates, being the only boy with a hint of chubbiness about him. Being blonde, his small patch of hair was pale, with just a hint of ginger in it, though it was largely concealed by his erection which reached for the ceiling at a modest four inches.
Eric, at fourteen, was just beginning to show the musculature of manhood, with just a hint of definition in his chest and a flat stomach. His navel had a tiny bit of fuzz around it, making a trail down that vanished around the slight indent left from his underwear and then reappeared slightly lower and faded into his small bush of brown pubes. Like most of the boys, he was already sporting a raging erection, an impressive six uncut inches and surprisingly hefty balls below.
The fourteen-year-old's ex, Benji, sported a cock of comparable size, though his was uncut and crowned with a shock of ginger pubes. His gangly torso was peppered with freckles, not quite to the same extent as his face, but showing heavily down his shoulders and arms then seeming to rain down his smooth, slender torso.
Bran was clearly the most developed of the six naked boys, but being older it was to be expected. While his body was fairly untoned, looking more like a lump of boy-clay ready to be shaped by puberty into a man-body, he had a furry stomach with a very defined trail down to his bush and the small tufts of hair under his arms. His legs were covered in a fine layer of blonde hair. The most prominent feature, and doubtlessly the source of his apparent confidence, was his cock, which stood as hard as any of the others, but pointing straight out from his body rather than up and easily heading for seven inches.
"There it is!" Benji said with a happy grin as he saw the large cock beside him.
Eric tutted, but said nothing as both Casey and Benji shot him a disapproving look.
"This'll be my first time," Kyle whispered, leaning sideways against Chris, their bare arms pressing together. His eyes started at Chris' face but quickly wandered down his body to the rigid dick pointing skyward.
"You sure you wanna do it like this?" Chris asked, feeling the boy pressed against him trembling slightly.
"With the hottest guy I know and four other naked guys around me? I can think of worse ways!" Kyle replied with a sincere grin. His flaccid cock began to thicken slightly.
"You know, if you make me cum first, you'll get sucked for the first time too!" Chris whispered. The others could almost certainly hear them, but they seemed to be respecting the semi-private moment at least.
Kyle's penis began to lengthen as his excitement grew. "That'd be..." Kyle started, then paused, taking a slightly shaky breath, "Pretty hot!"
Chris grinned, pressing himself sideways against the other boy. "Then let's get started!" He raised his hand and placed it straight on Kyle's cock. He had wanted to tease his friend a little, but at the same time, the thought of the cock growing in his hand was too exciting to resist. It was almost fully erect by the time he gingerly wrapped his fingers around it, but he felt the final few pulses and is firmed, feeling pleasantly warm in his hand.
At the same time, Kyle placed his hand on Chris' smooth stomach, feeling it raise and fall a little as he breathed. He slid his hand down, feeling the sparse hairs which felt surprisingly different than his own silky-soft pubes. As his fingers lightly grazed the shaft of Chris' cock, both boys let out a synchronised mew of delight. Taking their mutual enjoyment as permission to really get going, Kyle grabbed the straining tool and began stroking it.
Meanwhile, Benji had delightedly taken hold of Bran's large cock and while he was definitely stroking it, he seemed to lack the same urgency with which Bran stroked the younger boy's firmness.
"Ya know, I'd almost think you wanted to lose or something," Bran said knowingly.
"No!" Benji insisted over-emphatically. "If I lose I'll have to suck your dick and that'd be... just dreadful!" He nudged Bran as the older teen sniggered.
On the opposite sofa, Dusty and Eric were sat jerking each other off. There was none of the tenderness that Chris and Kyle were sharing and none of the playfulness of Bran and Benji. Eric just seemed resigned to doing the dare while glaring across at his ex playing with the large tool.
Casey watched on, taking in the whole scene. While he could see the tension between Eric and Benji, they at least seemed to be holding it in check for now. He sat cursing Bran for the dare he had given as the sixteen-year-old would have loved nothing more than to pull out his cock and slowly pleasure himself while watching the other boys do their dare. It was already torturous seeing them just jerk each other off, his cock rigid in his briefs, but soon three of them would be getting blown too.
Dusty was the first to go off, Eric's eager stroking enough to quickly push him over the edge. The elder of the two breathed a sigh of relief as the twelve-year-old shot his three measly squirts of watery cum over his chubby stomach. It was bad enough watching Benji play with Bran's beast, but to be forced to suck the younger boy in front of them too was just something he didn't want to deal with.
"Wow, that was good," Dusty said happily, releasing Eric's cock and taking a few deep breaths. "So do I... start sucking now... or do we... all do it at once?" he asked nobody in particular.
"Just get it over with!" Eric said, shaking his head as Benji glanced over.
As Dusty slipped off the sofa and positioned himself between Eric's legs, Chris let out a pleasured moan signalling his imminent ejaculation. "Unnnh, I'm cumming!" he declared. The fact that he had cum a massive load (by his twelve-year-old standards) earlier in the day, the excitement of his various humiliations and imminent sucking of Kyle was enough to make him shoot several globs of cum over himself, the first hitting himself heavily under his chin and the rest showering his body.
"Wow," Kyle whispered, keeping hold of Chris' cock until it had finished its final spasms.
Chris leaned to the side, resting his head on Kyle's shoulder as he caught his breath. While it wasn't the best hand job he'd experienced, that honour belonged to his best friend Danny, the entire scenario had been enough to make it a shot to remember. He felt Kyle looking at him and glanced sideways, their eyes meeting.
"You're gonna suck me now!" Kyle said, part-instruction and part-disbelief. His cock throbbed a little, still in Chris' gentle grasp.
Chris nodded happily. Rather than drop to his knees as Dusty had, he just shuffled round in his seat a little to allow his head to drop into the other boy's lap. This would not be the first time he had sucked a cock, but it was the first time he had done so with an audience. It felt strangely exciting to be doing things in front of the others and while the other pairs seemed to have their eyes elsewhere, a quick look at Casey and he knew the eldest boy was watching them intently.
"Ah, fuck yeah!" Benji grunted excitedly, either wanting to put on a show for the others or, more likely, deliberately taunting Eric. His cock erupted in a geyser of spunk, Bran pointing his dick straight up so spurts flew skyward for a few seconds before splattering down messily over both himself and Benji. The boy had barely finished cumming when he said happily, "Well I guess I'd better suck it then!"
Benji took the same approach as Chris, remaining in his seat to lower his head into Bran's lap. As he kept one hand grasped around the base of the shaft, he eagerly plunged the top four inches of thick meat into his mouth, then let his eyes flick sideways for just a moment to confirm Eric was still glaring.
Bran knew he was being used as a tool in whatever ridiculous drama was going on between the two fourteen-year-olds, but he didn't care, Benji was doing an amazing job. While he had not been stroking over-eagerly before, it had been enough to excite Bran a little and now having his cock inside a mouth was quickly pushing him towards the inevitable.
Being the first to get started, Dusty was also first to finish. He quickly pulled off of Eric's cock, spitting and sputtering as the older boy's cock finished the orgasm it had started in his mouth.
"Ugh, you coulda warned me!" Dusty moaned as he rubbed his tongue with his arm. "You didn't even make any noise!"
Eric rolled his eyes as the orgasm subsided. "This isn't porn you know. Real people don't sound like they're being fucking murdered when they cum!" he snapped moodily as the younger boy began pulling his clothes back on self-consciously.
Casey sniggered at the disgruntled exchange, but quickly turned his attention back to the other two pairs. As expected, his own excitement was absolute torture. He could feel wetness against the tip of his cock as precum soaked into the fabric of his underwear. Frustrating as it was, it felt quite exciting to sit there leaking as he watched.
"Uhhh, yeahhhhhh, fuuuuuuck!" Bran groaned as he felt himself begin to fill Benji's mouth with his seed. The younger boys had continued teasing the shaft with one hand, but it was when he moved the other to begin caressing his pendulous balls that it set him off. Unlike Dusty, Benji seemed to have no qualms about swallowing the load, eagerly gulping down the hefty load as the large cock oozed out its last drops.
As the other pairs began to dress, leaving only Chris and Kyle fully naked, Kyle began to tremble. His cock felt amazing in Chris' mouth, but somehow he was nowhere near cumming. The more he tried to force himself to enjoy it and let the excitement build, the further he got from achieving it. His hand, resting on Chris' shoulder, squeezed gently.
Chris pulled away slightly and glanced up, seeing the anxious look on his friend's face. He could feel the cock begin to deflate a little in his mouth and knew right away what was happening. He pulled off completely, sat up and over-exaggeratedly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Nice load, bud!" he said with a grin.
Kyle stared in confusion, wondering for a moment it Chris was actually taunting him over his failure to ejaculate, but quickly caught on that it was the exact opposite. Chris was covering for him. "Yeah, that was good!" Kyle said, forcing a smile.
"That was... so freakin' hot!" Casey said, both in awe of the show and frustrated by his own lack of release.
The rest of the boys dressed and, as quickly as it started, the game ended.
It had taken quite a while to get the boys to settle down when it was time for lights out. While it was much later than it usually was during the school term, the boys still protested, insisting that they should be able to go to sleep when they wanted. Owen was having none of it though and actually ended up coming in three times to warn the boys to shut up and sleep.
By the time the teacher checked the fourth time, most of the boys had drifted off to sleep. Both Eric and Benji had been first. As last into the dorm, Benji had been left with only two options for his bunk – either directly below Eric or to his side. He had made a snide comment about Eric fidgeting too much in his sleep and not wanting to be on the same bunk bed as him, so had ended up at his side. As a result, they ended up with each other as the closest boy to talk to and laid in silence until they fell asleep.
Dusty had drifted off not long after them, with nobody in the bunk beside him to chat with. Chris and Kyle had continued chattering right up to the final warning Owen had given them, but eventually complied and lay quietly. Chris had found it a little strange to be sleeping alone. In his own dorm, he always ended up sharing with one of his dorm-mates. It was usually completely innocent, the affectionate boy simply wanting company and cuddles, but surrounded by the other boys, who were still relative strangers, and with nobody in the dorm he had shared with before, he ended up falling asleep alone anyway.
Once Bran fell asleep, Casey was left the only one awake. He found himself thinking of a joke one of his classmates had once shared. What's the difference between light and hard? You can sleep with a light-on! His cock was persistently rigid, but the terms of Bran's dare had been quite clear. He was not to touch himself for the rest of the night.
Everyone was asleep though. Maybe he could get away with it now. Was it worth the risk though? Being caught jerking off at Kingswood was nowhere near as humiliating as it would have been in a 'normal' school, but he still knew if it happened, his short-term room-mates would have a field day teasing him about it for the rest of half-term. That aside, breaking the terms of a dare was serious business. There were many rules at the school, some written, some unwritten. 'Always honour your bets' was one of the unwritten ones, and it covered this, so he resigned himself to living with the frustration and rolled over, determined to try and sleep.
He was almost drifting off when he heard whimpering coming from the bunk below. He leaned over and looked down, just managing to make out Chris laying there, twitching in his sleep, letting out noises that were somewhere between talking and moaning.
"No!" Chris said, suddenly jolting himself awake.
Casey watched for a moment, unsure whether to let Chris know he was there or not, but when he heard the younger boy begin to cry softly, he whispered, "Chris!"
The boy below quickly stopped crying with a gentle gasp and instinctively raised a hand to wipe his cheeks. He tried to answer back, but couldn't bring himself to speak, instead just letting out a few laboured breaths.
"Hey, need a hug?" Casey offered.
Chris didn't even reply, he was on the ladder and up to the top bunk in the blink of an eye. What became immediately obvious was that there was a big difference between two boy-sized twelve-year-olds sharing one of the small bunks, as Chris was used to, and sharing with a man-sized teenager. They still managed to wedge in together though, Casey wrapping an arm around the younger boy.
"Bad dream?" Casey asked softly as Chris nestled in beside him.
Chris nodded, but remained silent.
"Missing home?" the teen asked. Homesickness was something that hit a lot of the boys at the school, both in their first year and when forced to stay at the school over breaks. Chris was dealing with both, so it wasn't a huge leap of logic for Casey.
Chris nodded again, then sniffed and nuzzled against the older student. They remained silent for a few minutes, just laying together as Chris gradually relaxed a little. "I feel really stupid," Chris said with a gentle sigh.
"What were you dreaming about?" Casey asked, hoping that talking about it might help the boy.
Chris shrugged. "Just the usual," he said, shaking his head a little.
Casey let his hand slide gently up and down Chris' back as he asked, "These happen a lot then?"
"Yeah," Chris confessed, embarrassed. "I feel so stupid, still having bad dreams like some stupid little kid!"
"Hey, don't beat yourself up over it. Everyone gets scared sometime!" Casey tried to comfort him.
"Yeah, right!" Chris said. He knew the older boy was just trying to placate him.
"No, I mean it!" Casey insisted. "Look, I..." he paused, thinking for a moment. He took a deep breath and asked, "You remember what Gabe said about me at dinner?"
Chris frowned, thinking. "That you had a stupid nickname?" he asked, unsure of the connection.
"No, the other bit," Casey said, not eager to say what he was about to share, but knowing it would likely help.
"Oh, yeah. You were scared of the dark," Chris said, almost smiling as he remembered. "But whatever, you got over it and I'm still the wimpy little kid with the bad dreams!"
"Hey, look at me!" Casey urged him. As Chris looked up, the boys just able to make each other out in the dim light. "When the lights go out..." he paused, taking another deep breath. "Suddenly I'm that scared little kid again, who's terrified of what I can't see and crying for my mum because the night-light's gone out. I mean, sure, I get past it pretty quick, but just for that one brief moment... even now... I'm the wimpy, scared little kid again!"
"Oh, so you didn't invite me up here to make sure I was okay, you needed someone to protect you from the dark?" Chris asked, grinning and hoping the older boy would take it in good humour.
Thankfully, Casey chuckled. "No, I wanted to make sure you're okay..." he paused again and thought about the comment. "But I'm not complaining about having the company. It IS pretty dark in here!"
Chris chuckled and squeezed the large teen, feeling his muscular arms squeezing him back. "So... I'm here for the night, am I?" Without waiting for an answer, he shifted round a little to pull the covers from beneath him and slid under them. He felt a sudden jolt of excitement though as his hands made contact with the bare torso within.
Casey was the only one who had not gotten naked in front of the others yet, so Chris had not seen what the sixteen-year-old was hiding under his clothes. What his hand made contact with was a ripped stomach, the ridges of his abs and the slight furriness a massive change from the usual smooth, flat bodies he was used to touching.
The older boy felt the same surge of excitement. While he was not overly interested in the younger boys at the school, often tending to be more involved with boys older than himself, it had been an arousing evening and the dare had kept him from relief.
"Thank you," Chris whispered as he draped himself over the muscular body. "For telling me all that about being scared. I know it was probably a bit embarrassing, but... it helped... so thanks!"
"You're welcome," Casey replied, planting a quick peck on the top of the boy's head.
As Chris lay there getting comfortable, his hands resting on the teen's toned stomach, he thought for a moment and then quietly offered, "I could... thank you... in another way too... if you like!"
Casey chuckled awkwardly. He knew what he should answer, but the young, soft fingers had already made his cock swell once again, the head straining back to the almost-permanent wet patch in his underwear. "You don't have to!"
"I know, but you're not allowed to do it yourself cos of the dare and..." Chris started, then moved his hand down to grab the meaty shaft, "You clearly need it!"
Casey let out a gentle moan. Any resistance he had mustered melted away in moments. "Okay!" was all he could manage to reply.
Chris slid his hand down to find the base of the shaft, then slid it all the way back to the tip, getting an idea of the older boy's size. It was not quite as large as Bran's impressive tool, but it was pretty close, but it was definitely thicker. He found himself wondering whether his fingers would actually be able to meet when they wrapped around it.
Now that he had committed to it, Casey was eager to prompt the boy on, so he reached down with one hand and pushed his briefs down to his knees, then used one foot to pull them the rest of the way off. His cock sprang free but was immediately grasped by the boy's hand. Chris' fingers probed at the flared head, swirling round in the pre-cum oozing from it.
"It's so big!" Chris whispered happily. As suspected, his fingers could not meet as he grasped the shaft. He let his fingers, lubricated by the teen's natural juices, slide down the full length and back up, then allowed his thumb to tease the underside of the hot, slippery head for a second before sliding his hand down once again.
Casey was in heaven as he lay there, feeling the stroking and head-teasing alternating, both motions pushing him rapidly towards the orgasm Bran's dare had denied him earlier. The excitement was only exacerbated by the feeling of Chris' own small erection pressing against his leg, the younger boy openly humping him as he stroked.
It was only when Chris let out the sweetest little whimper and he felt a hint of wetness soaking through the boy's underwear that Casey finally erupted. While he wasn't much of a distance shooter, he could certainly pump out a hefty load. As he lay there, lips pressed together to stop himself moaning loudly and waking the others, a large pool of spunk grew on his stomach, filling the little channels between his abs.
Chris' fingers were as covered on the thick white goo as Casey's stomach was. To the older boy's amazement, Chris raised his hand and began eagerly licking the spunk from his fingers. Once they were clean, the boy was clearly not sated as he threw back the covers and leant down to lick the remaining cum from the teen's body.
By the time Chris had finished licking the torso clean and lay back in place, Casey had just about recovered from the intense orgasm. "Fuck. You're a horny little dude, aren't ya!"
Chris just giggled and shrugged. After they lay there a little longer, Chris wrapped himself around the Year 12 boy, his head resting on his chest and an arm draped over his torso. Dreamily, he whispered, "Don't worry, I'll keep you safe from the dark!"
Casey felt like he could have been annoyed at the teasing, but he knew it was more likely the sleepy boy was actually being sincere. With a contented smile, he raised a hand and ran his fingers through the boy's hair as he replied, "Thanks mate, and I'll keep the bad dreams at bay!"
Chris mewed happily and soon drifted off to sleep. Casey lay there for a while, letting the boy sleep and watching carefully for any signs of the nightmares returning, but eventually drifted off too.
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The Benny Saga (in reading order) 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/
Other Series 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 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