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The Kingswood Complication
Chapter 13
Sunday 23 October 2023
The drive from the Wilson household to Kingswood was not a long one, but it had certainly felt like it today. Even without the obvious anxiety Rob was feeling from being apart from Josh for so long, the atmosphere in the car had been somewhat frosty. It had now been five days since Rob and Milo had fallen out and, so far, neither of them seemed to be showing any signs of backing down or making any kind of attempt at reconciliation.
Usually only their mum or dad would drive them back to school alone, but today they had both come, if for no other reason than to force the two boys to sit together in the back of the car. The idea was a simple equation – time plus proximity equals talking. That had not worked out, as both boys had sat with their gaze fixed firmly out of the window for the whole journey in absolute silence.
Once they arrived at Kingswood, both boys were encouraged to look after each other and `try and make up' by their mother, though she remained utterly oblivious to the cause of the argument. Once their parents left, the two boys promptly parted, still not speaking despite heading in the same direction. It was only once they got inside the Home Building that they properly parted, with Milo heading up to his dorm on the first floor while Rob made a beeline for the medical facility.
Rob went to go inside but found the door was locked. Frowning a little, he pressed the buzzer next to it.
"Oh, hi Rob, welcome back!" Peter, the nurse on duty, stated as he appeared on the small video screen above the buzzer.
"Hey Peter," Rob said with a meek smile. "The door's locked! Is... everything okay?" he asked nervously.
"Oh, yeah," Peter answered with a nod. "It's just infection control," he continued, "With everyone having been out in the general public for the last week and Josh's treatment resuming tomorrow, we're being strict on visitors!"
"Oh, does that mean... I can't come in?" Rob asked, feeling himself tense up at the thought of not being able to be there for Josh.
"No, you're on the approved list," Peter said with a smile, "But you're gonna need to gown and mask up for now please, just until we can be sure you're not an infection risk!"
"Oh, no problem," Rob smiled. It was not the first time he had been made to wear full Personal Protective Equipment (PPE) since Josh's treatment started. It wasn't particularly nice, but realistically how selfish would you have to be to have an issue with wearing a mask to protect other people's health and wellbeing?!
"You know the drill. I'll be there to let you in shortly," Peter said cheerfully, "Safe to say he'll be happy to see you!"
Rob chuckled at the comment as he started donning to PPE. By the time he was fully covered up and sanitised, Peter was at the door to let him through while briefly questioning him about any symptoms of possible illnesses.
"We're keeping it down to one visitor at a time, so I've let them know you're coming. May just need to wait a minute," Peter explained.
"Oh," Rob exclaimed, surprised not to be the first one back, considering how early he had made his parents leave.
As they neared Josh's room, they saw Mark approaching. He shot Rob a smile and said, "Hey, welcome back!"
Rob frowned a little, though it was concealed by the PPE. Mark was dressed completely normally. "Hey," Rob said, not voicing his concerns directly. "I'll catch ya later!" he added as Mark passed by. As soon as Mark was out of earshot, he looked to Peter, gestured back in the direction Mark had gone and asked, "Umm... no mask and stuff?"
"Oh, no need," Peter shrugged, "He hasn't left school grounds so normal protocol applies to him!"
The mask once again concealed Rob's surprise... and anger, though he quickly suppressed it as Peter opened the door to Josh's room to let him in.
"ROB!" Josh yelped out excitedly.
Rob smiled under his mask, but looked down at himself for a moment, completely covered up, and asked, "How did you even know?"
As Josh pointed, he grinned and said, "Your glasses!"
"Oh, duh!" Rob chuckled.
"I'll leave you to it," Peter said as he headed back out, "Buzz if you need anything!"
"Thanks," both boys said together.
"So did ya have a good half-term?" Rob asked, trying to sound casual.
"Mark stayed!" Josh blurted out.
The sudden comment caught Rob a little off guard. He wasn't sure whether he was going bring it up himself or not, but it seemed the decision had been made for him. "Yeah, I noticed," Rob said with a gentle nod. "Why didn't you... tell me?" he asked with a slight frown.
Josh frozen, unsure exactly how much to share about Mark's situation. "If I told you someone else from the dorm was staying, would you have insisted you could stay too?" he asked accusingly.
"No," Rob lied poorly. He knew Josh could see right through it, but decided to try and turn things back as he added, "But once I was home, you coulda just told me!"
"I could," Josh nodded, "But... well... you're a crazy, jealous, psycho person sometimes and I didn't want you to spend the entire break being a... well... crazy, jealous psycho!"
The two boys had always shared a somewhat unconventional relationship. From the first week they had become easily as close as Chris and Danny, but while those two showed their affection through a sickeningly-sweets display of affection, Rob and Josh had gone the opposite way and communicated mostly through insults and humour. Rob was used to hearing Josh say mean things, but this felt different, perhaps because it so perfectly mirrored what Milo had said about him after the incident with Ivan. "Am I... really that bad?" he asked shakily.
"That wasn't meant to be mean," Josh said sheepishly.
"You called me a crazy, jealous psycho!" Rob said accusingly.
"Well you are, but... you knew that... and I knew that... and everyone who's known you for more than five minutes knows that," Josh explained, "But we love you anyway and the only person it really affects is you!"
Rob frowned a little. Josh was right (which was both rare and annoying). His jealousy issues were well known and though he eventually tackled each problem that arose, similar issues just kept on popping up. He let out a sigh, feeling the warmth of it on his face thanks to the mask, then smiled at Josh, hoping it showed in his eyes. "Okay, then... let's not be a crazy, jealous psycho for once and let me re-phrase the question... did you have a good half-term with Mark?"
"SO good," Josh said happily. "Not perfect. I was still knackered! And fuck me, the headache I had on Wednesday literally made me cry!"
Rob tensed a little. Despite the surroundings and his own attire, it was so easy to forget how much Josh was suffering, as he always came across so cheerful.
"But that aside, it was fun. I got to spend time with..." Josh paused, almost saying `dad' before he stopped himself and continued, "Mr Rudd, and Jack was here too, and I got to spend time with Ellis which was great, and Mark's just so much fun!"
Rob chuckled contentedly. Considering how isolated Josh had been when he started at the school, how unsupported and abused he was by his own family, it always made him so happy to see his best friend's growing surrogate family.
"How was yours?" Josh asked curiously. They had spoken every day, and while Rob had done his best to conceal it, even from a distance Josh knew something was up with him and Milo.
"All good," Rob said with a casual shrug.
Josh's brow furrowed as he looked at Rob incredulously. "Really?" he probed.
"Yes, really!" Rob lied.
"Okay," Josh said with a slight head bob. Rob could be as stubborn as he was jealous, and Josh really didn't have the energy to try and force the truth out of his best friend. He could always try Milo later anyway. "Well as you're here, I was hoping you could help me with something!" he requested.
As Rob watched, Josh leaned over and opened a drawer than pulled out a pair of electric clippers. As he sat up, he offered them to Rob.
Rob accepted the small device and gave a gentle sigh as he stared at Josh for a moment. He knew the intent behind it. "Are you sure?" he asked softly.
Josh turned his head to allow Rob to see a small bald spot on the back of his head, then nodded at him. "Very!" he insisted, "Leaving a trail of hair behind me is annoying and I can handle being bald for a while!"
A brief smile flashed behind Rob's mask. `For a while'. Josh's determination that he was going to beat this was utterly unwavering. "Come on then," he said, gesturing to the bathroom.
A couple of minutes later, Rob had the clippers on and had started shaving Josh's head. He had about a quarter of it done when he saw Josh's expression and turned the clippers off to ask, "Did you change your mind?" He looked at the hair already removed and added with a smirk, "Bit late if you have!"
"No, it's just... the noise and the vibration... my head's pounding!" Josh complained. Though he was doing his best to put on a brave face, it was clear this was no mild headache, he was clearly in agony.
"We can finish later," Rob said, stroking Josh's arm.
Josh shook his head a little but winced from the motion. "Nah, let's get it done!" he insisted.
Rob took a deep breath. Even though he was doing what Josh wanted, hurting his best friend was a horrible feeling. Exhaling slowly he said, "Okay," and continued on, working as quickly as he could.
A couple more minutes later, they were finished. Rob turned the clippers off and reached up to brush some loose strands of hair away, making sure they weren't attached. "There ya go!" he said a little shakily.
Josh took a deep breath and turned to look at himself in the mirror. He stared at himself for a moment. "I look like I have cancer!" he said flatly, more statement of fact than judgment or anything negative.
"No," Rob said as he moved behind Josh and slipped his arms around him, hugging him from the back. With his head resting on his best friend's shoulder, looking into the mirror alongside him he said confidently, "You look like someone who's going to BEAT cancer!"
Taking hold of Rob's hands as they clasped in front of his chest he replied, "Yeah I do!" A broad grin spread across his face as he stood letting his best friend hold him.
Mark shot Danny a quick sideways glance and a smirk as he saw him pick up his phone, look at it, let out a low growl and put it back down again. He had been visibly on edge since he got back and Mark had deliberately gone out of his way to avoid asking why, mostly because he knew exactly why! Chris had shared the details of their half-term arrangement with him almost as soon as the `orders' were given. Not asking Danny what was wrong was just his own little addition to the other boy's torment.
After seeing Danny repeat the routine with his phone again, Mark couldn't resist poking just a little as he commented, "You seem a bit... on edge!" He smirked at the unsubtle double meaning.
Danny leaned over the arm of his sofa and towards Mark, grabbed the front of his t-shirt and pulled him close. Their faces were almost touching as he growled, "I haven't cum in a WEEK and if Chris doesn't get back here soon, I'm gonna fuck YOU instead!"
Mark stared at Danny coldly for a moment, then smiled as he said, "You have really pretty eyes!"
Danny's frown turned into a full scowl as he grumbled, "You're really hard to stay mad at!"
"Well, if you try REALLY hard, you might manage it. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you!" Mark replied sarcastically, "But for now, mind if I get my t-shirt back?"
"Fine," Danny huffed, letting go as he sat back down and immediately checked his phone again. Just as he put it back down, there was a buzz to indicate a message. He almost launched it across the room in his eagerness to unlock it. His hopeful expression immediately turned angry again as he saw the message was from Mark, [Just checking you have signal hahaha]. "You're a cunt!" Danny snapped moodily at the other boy.
"I've been called worse," Mark chuckled, locking his phone as he glanced down at it on the seat next to him.
There was a sudden buzz from Danny's phone, which prompted a moody eye roll from him.
"Hey, wasn't me this time!" Mark said, raising his hands defensively.
Danny looked at his phone screen and immediately launched out of his seat and sprinted out of the dorm.
"Well... I'm guessing Chris is back," Mark smirked to an empty room.
About ten minutes later, with the noise from the hallway outside growing increasingly loud as more and more students got back, Chris and Danny both returned to the dorm. Rather unexpectedly, Danny still looked annoyed, while Chris had a slight smirk.
"Hey," Mark said happily to Chris and got a similar greeting in return. "Everything okay?" he asked, looking back and forth between them.
"No. He's a bigger cunt than you are!" Danny snapped as he headed into his room and attempted to slam the door, though the slow-close mechanism on it prevented the dramatic exit, annoying him even more.
"Problem?" Mark asked with a wry grin, gesturing to the now-closed door.
"Well, the deal was no cumming til we're back and have sex," Chris explained casually, his closeness with Mark making such subjects fairly easy conversation. He smirked as he continued, "Danny just made the FALSE assumption that we'd be having sex the moment I got back!"
Mark chuckled, but shook his head as he said, "Oh my god, you haven't cum for a week. How are you not gagging for it?"
"Oh, I am!" Chris nodded, "But I know he wants it more and he's fun to tease!"
"He's so lucky to have you," Mark said sarcastically, shaking his head.
"I know, right!" Chris giggled as he flopped down onto the sofa to cuddle up with Mark and catch up on his week.
<<That's new, what is it?>>
Mikey was looking round nervously. He had been to Dr Arkwright's office with Leonardo for his start-of-term physical, but he had no need to return since. That meant he had not been to the new area of the building, which had been hastily (and expensively) kitted out to provide a full medical facility for Josh's treatment. He was walking alongside Nicky and had casually gripped onto the other boy's arm as they walked.
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Every step brought them closer to his friend, his sick friend... his potentially dying friend, one that he had avoided since the diagnosis, thanks to a wild and inaccurate assumption of his own guilt.
<<He got sick and you disappeared. There is NO way he doesn't hate you now!>>
"Maybe... we should come back another day!" Mikey said as the door to the facility loomed ahead of them.
"We're doing it today!" Nicky insisted, but promptly paused as he looked at the sign now stuck up on the door.
`In order to minimise infection risk, entry is limited. Masks and gowns are to be work by anyone who has been outside of the school grounds until tested/checked. To check entry conditions, please press the buzzer.'
<<That's probably to keep you out!>>
"Oh, maybe we're not!" Nicky frowned a little. It was certainly a frustration. It had taken long enough to get Mikey to open up about why he was avoiding Josh, the last thing he needed was another barrier to getting the two friends talking again. "Hold on a sec," he said to Mikey as he reached out to press the buzzer.
"Hello," Peter said as he appeared on-screen, but he immediately smiled and added, "Oh, hey Nicky, nice to see you. Guessing you wanted to visit?"
"Yeah," Nicky said, putting an arm around Mikey to pull him closer for Peter to see as he added, "Both of us!"
"Oh, I don't know this one!" Peter said with a frown as he looked at Mikey. "Anyway, I'm afraid I'm probably gonna have to turn you away. We've had to cut the approved visitor list way down for now. It's nothing personal, we only let Josh put like, three names on the list! We're sorting testing as soon as we can though to get you all back and visiting as soon as possible."
Nicky nodded his understanding, pouted slightly and said, "That's fair enough, safety first and all that!" he glanced at the boy at his side who looked mildly relieved and said, "Come on Mikey, maybe we can give him a call later!"
"Wait, Mikey, as in... Mikey Corbyn?" Peter asked.
The two boys exchanged glances before they looked back and nodded in unison.
"Ah, now you ARE on the list!" Peter said happily. "If you look on the stand to your right, you'll find gowns, caps and masks. If you wanna get them on, I'll come take you through." The screen blinked off.
"I can't go alone!" Mikey said, shaking his head emphatically.
"Of course you can, it's only Josh!" Nicky stated. "Besides, he's clearly not mad at you!"
"How d'ya figure?" Mikey asked, unconviced.
"Mikey," Nicky chuckled, shaking his head, "Think about it," he urged, "If you haven't even been coming to see him, but he still put you on a list that even I'm not on – and you can tell him fuck you very much for that – I think it's safe to say he still likes you!"
<<He does make a good point!>>
"I... guess so," Mikey nodded, taking a breath.
Nicky smiled as he grabbed a gown and held it out to Mikey.
Mikey recoiled slightly. "You... you didn't say... do I... do I have to wear all that? Is it really... that bad in there?" he rambled anxiously.
"Jesus, I've never seen you like this Mikey," Nicky said, shaking his head. He reached out to pull him into a hug and almost choked from how tightly Mikey grabbed on. "It's okay," he whispered, "This stuff is just a precaution, we don't usually have to wear it and it's not that bad in there," he explained quickly. "It's just kinda like a private dorm, but with a few bits of equipment around, that's all. It's okay!"
<<You can do this! For Josh!>>
Mikey nodded and pulled back as he started to don the PPE.
<<Josh. Bosh. Tosh. Wash. Wait, that's with an A... but sounds like an O... weird!>>
Mikey shook his head to clear it a little as the door opened and Peter appeared. "Come on, I'll show you through," he said with a slight beckoning gesture, "It'll give me an excuse to kick Rob out too!"
Nicky laughed at the comment as he said, "Yeah, good luck with that!" He looked to Mikey and said encouragingly, "It's all good!" He stood back and watched the door close. He stared for a few seconds before he headed back out. Having just dumped his bags in the dorm before coming straight down to get Mikey to visit Josh, he figured he would return and start unpacking.
"Oh, hey stalker!" Gray called across the atrium as he walked down the stairs, getting a few confused looks from other boys who were unsure who he was talking to. "Him!" he clarified to the others, pointing to a bemused Nicky. He grinned at the other boy's annoyance and said, "I've not long been back. I shoulda known you'd be right behind me!"
"Actually, I've been back a while, so who's the stalker now?" Nicky asked accusingly.
"Still you!" Gray said with a snigger. As he got a frustrated eye roll from Nicky, he tilted his head slightly and said, "It's good to see you!"
Nicky was slightly taken aback by the comment. The sincerity, the honesty... the lack of any kind of insult or sarcasm. It seemed strange considering what he was used to. He blushed a little as he mumbled, "Yeah, you too."
"I'm guessing you're... busy, right," Gray said a little awkwardly.
"Rarely!" Nicky said with a wry grin, "But actually no, I... was gonna do a thing but now I can't do the thing!"
"Wow, great story. You should write a book," Gray said teasingly.
"Oh!" Nicky said, shaking his head in an attempt to look offended. "It looks like I just got busy!" he said with a playful sneer.
"Oh, unclench, I'm just kidding," Gray scoffed. "Come on. I wanna hear about your half-term. So far everyone in my dorm's been almost as dull as your `can't do the thing' story and if I can count on you guys for anything, it's not being fuckin' boring!" he said with a grin as he started up the stairs.
"So now I'm your entertainment?" Nicky scoffed, not moving.
Gray stopped and looked back seriously for a moment, then grinned and said, "Yes, yes you are. Now come and entertain me!"
"You're so annoying," Nicky said as he started up the stairs.
Gray held his arms out to the sides and gave an exaggerated shrug as he said, "And yet... you continue to stalk me! I think you must enjoy the suffering!"
Nicky laughed too as they headed up the stairs, though he squirmed slightly at the comment as he felt the chastity device moving as he walked. Perhaps he actually did enjoy suffering, though that was a thought for his next meeting with Locky.
"And so, I said to him..." Chris continued as he walked along the hallway, recounting a tale from his week to some of the others, "... that wasn't your finger, and that DEFINITELY wasn't my butt!" Just as the others started laughing, a hand reached out from the entrance to the Underground, grabbed him and he disappeared inside.
"Hey," Chris frowned as he found himself face-to-face with Danny, "Aren't you usually the one getting kidnapped like this?"
"I'm willing to go out there and let you snatch me," Danny said, nodding to the door, "But one way or another, we're going down there and we're going to fuck til you scream!"
Chris stared at the other boy for a moment, then grinned slightly as he said, "Okay, I s'pose you've waited long..." He didn't even get the final word out before Danny was kissing him. He mumbled the last word into Danny's mouth as they kissed, pressed up against the door.
It was a fiery, passionate embrace, with a week of pent-up horniness threatening to burst out... along with a substantial backlog of spunk!
"We need..." Chris said, only managing to hold Danny away from his mouth for a couple of words at a time, "... to move...". They continued kissing. "... downstairs!" More kissing!
"Fine!" Danny said, grabbing Chris' hand as he hurried down the stairs and all the way into the Underground, virtually dragging him behind. The Underground wasn't particularly busy, with most of the students either still to arrive back or busy settling back in. The few other boys down there smirked knowingly as the frantic couple rushed past. Post-break horniness was common for couples who spent school breaks apart and they were certainly not the first pair in a hurry to `re-connect'.
"I should warn you," Chris said as he was pulled along, "We may need to take our time!"
"No!" Danny snapped firmly. "No more delaying!"
Chris sniggered as he shook his head and explained, "I don't mean to delay anything, I just mean... it's kinda built up and I don't know about you but I'm ready to pop!" One glare back from Danny made clear he was in a similar state. "Exactly!" Chris stated, "So do you really wanna waste all that build up just to shoot after going at it for, like... ten seconds?"
Danny stopped grabbed Chris and shoved him firmly, but not violently, against a wall of the hallway and growled in his face, "I just NEED to cum!"
Chris sniggered. He was a lot more used to being so pent up than Danny was. He actually enjoyed the sensation, and had inflicted similar abstinence on himself willingly in the past. It was funny to see how poorly Danny was handling it, but it gave him an idea. "Go on then!" he said with a smirk.
"What?" Danny asked with a frown. "Cum! Fuck me and cum! Right here!"
Danny looked around. While it wasn't the most private place and anyone could walk along, it was also far from the riskiest he had done things. As his cock throbbed and his balls ached for release, he stared Chris dead in the eye.
"It'll be kinda like what you made me do over half-term," Chris said, looking back down towards the main atrium they had just left, "Kinda like wanking with the bedroom door open!"
"Fuck!" Danny growled before diving his face into Chris' neck. Kissing and biting at it as he pressed his body against his boyfriend's, he felt a tumescence every bit as eager as his own pressing back against him. "Turn around!" he purred in Chris' ear.
"Feck, really?" Chris asked, eyes flashing mischievously.
Danny was panting with anticipation and as Chris turned to face the wall, he asked gruffly, "This isn't an important t-shirt to you, is it?"
"Erm, not really," Chris started, "Why do you..." The question was cut off by hands grabbing at the back of his t-shirt before it was promptly ripped away. "Feck me!" Chris gasped as he found himself stood nearly shirtless, the tatters hanging from the neckline which had resisted being torn. He shakily fumbled at his belt, but before he could get it undone, his jeans and underwear were yanked down to his ankles.
Chris heard the sound of spitting behind him, followed a moment later by warm wet fingers probing roughly at his butt.
"I don't care how quick I cum," Danny growled in Chris' ear. "I need to cum and I need YOU!"
"Do it," Chris gasped. A moment later, he felt Danny's cock push unceremoniously into him. To say it was hard was an understatement. It felt like it had been chiselled from marble, and he might have suspected it was, were it not for the warmth of it as it slid into him. He felt himself getting pressed against the wall as Danny pushed inside, but pulled back as Danny retracted before being slammed against it again. His own cock, raging hard and dripping wet, pressed between his body and the hard surface, threatening to erupt at any time too. "Oh god," he panted.
"Yeah, take it," Danny purred as he continued to slam hard, grasping at Chris' hand to pin them to the wall either side of his head. He leaned in to continue his oral assault on the other boy's neck.
"Holy shit!" a voice exclaimed from the end of the hall.
Neither Chris nor Danny even bothered to look. They knew they had been seen and it didn't matter. Nothing was stopping them now.
"Fuck!" another voice exclaimed. "Now that's hot!"
"Oh god, Danny!" Chris panted excitedly. The week of edging, knowing how turned on Danny had gotten, the passion of his lover, the excitement of being watched, it was almost too much for him. He was clenching everything he could just to hold back from cumming, though in doing so he had tightened his sphincter.
"Jesus!" Danny gasped as he felt the tightness around his raging erection. "Fuck, Chris, I'm gonna cum!"
"On my face, on my face!" Chris gasped, unable to move until Danny willingly released him.
Danny took a couple of steps back and watched as Chris knelt on the ground. Giving his cock a few final strokes, he began to shoot. The distance between them really allowed for a spectacular show of spunk, sending several sizeable squirts shooting straight over Chris's face and chest, some of it soaking into the tatters of t-shirt, the rest clinging to his bare chest. A few drops landed on his throbbing erection too, which he barely had the will to avoid stroking.
"Holy fuck!" one of the spectators called out.
"God I wish I could cum like that!" another said.
"I just wish I could cum!" another said glumly.
"Quiet you!" the other replied.
Panting and shocked by his own voracity, Danny watched Chris for a moment. The look on his face was nothing short of angelic... despite the semen dripping down it. The absolute adoration, deference and admiration with which he stared up at his lover was almost intoxicating.
"We're not done yet!" Chris said quietly as he stood, then called over to the others, "Show's not over yet!"
As Danny allowed himself to be moved by Chris, turning to face their spectators, he expected his sweatpants to get pulled down and have Chris `return the favour'. That was what made it so surprising when instead he felt an arm reach round from behind him and grab his dick, followed moments later by fingers in his butt. By the feel of it, Chris was using Danny's own spunk as lubrication as he started thrusting his eager digits.
"Look at them," Chris whispered, his lips grazing Danny's ear. "That's Finley Roberts, Justin's big brother," Chris said quietly as he fingered and wanked Danny simultaneously. "The little one's Oscar, from year eleven," Chris went on.
"Oh fuck," Danny panted frantically. The fingers inside him, the hand stroking his wet, sticky, post-orgasmic cock, the three older boys watching, Chris' words purred in his ear... it was a heady mix.
"I think the other one's a year twelve, shares a dorm with Josh's brother, Ellis!" Chris continued, his own body pressed against Danny's back, the spunk covering him quickly soaking into Danny's clothes. "They can see you," he teased.
"Chris," Danny gasped, trembling a little.
"They've seen you fucking me," Chris continued, his own cock on the verge of eruption as it pressed against Danny's butt. "They've seen you cum... and I reckon... they're about to see it again... aren't they?"
"Oh my god," Danny whimpered, leaning back against Chris, his hips thrusting as he fucked Chris' hand while fucking himself on his lover's fingers. "OH GODDDD!" he screamed out as he unleashed a second, almost-as-massive load, straight in the direction of the three observers.
"This place is fucking mental," Finley said, shaking his head despite the unmistakable bulge of an erection in his trousers.
"I know. I love it!" Oscar giggled as the three of them headed into another room.
"That was hot!" Danny exclaimed as he put his dick away, turning to face Chris.
"Worth the wait?" Chris asked with a grin.
As Danny stared at Chris for a second, he smiled sweetly before he stepped forward and grasped his cum-covered cheeks with both hands. "Every single moment of it!" he exclaimed, clearly referring to more than just the half-term break. He leaned in for another kiss, a much gentler, more loving embrace this time. As he pulled away, he licked a glob of spunk from Chris' cheek, sniggered, and said, "You taste fucking delicious!"
Chris laughed as he let Danny lick him again then said gleefully, "Best part is, I didn't cum yet, so I get to return the favour later, right?"
"Fuck yes!" Danny exclaimed excitedly.
Josh smiled at the sight of the small figure that entered the room. Just as Rob had been when he visited earlier, the new arrival was covered up with a mask, gown and cap, but just as he had recognised his best friend by his glasses, he knew this new visitor just as easily. Pale blue eyes surrounded by milky-white skin peppered with freckles, there was no mistaking him. "Mikey!" he exclaimed, the sheer joy of saying the name lighting up his whole face.
Mikey was frozen. He had been nervous just coming to see Josh for the first time, made worse by the seemingly-excessive PPE, but it was when he saw his friend sitting in the bed that it finally seemed to be too much. "J... Josh?" Mikey stuttered, staring at the pale, bald boy before him.
With only Mikey's eyes visible, it was hard not to be drawn to his line of sight and Josh could see right away where he was looking. "Oh, umm... yeah," Josh said as he reached out and grabbed a baseball cap to put on. "Sorry about that!" he said sheepishly.
The silence that followed was terrifying as Mikey just stood there, unable to move.
After staring back for a few moments, Josh asked softly, "Do I... get a hug?"
Mikey still couldn't move, his eyes watery. "I didn't come and see you," he said, barely louder than a whisper.
"I don't care!" Josh said as he spun his legs round to get off the bed.
"I... made a mistake and it... it made me... not come," Mikey stuttered awkwardly.
"I still don't care!" Josh said as he approached slowly.
"I'm sorry for not being here sooner," Mikey sniffed as the wateriness finally got too much and a gentle trickle ran down each cheek, behind his mask.
"I really don't care!" Josh said, shaking his head as he reached Mikey. He slipped his arms around the other boy's waist and leaned in to rest his cheek against his shoulder as he whispered, "I really missed you!"
"I missed you too," Mikey replied shakily as he cautiously raised his arms, barely daring to touch Josh.
"It's okay, you won't hurt me!" Josh sniffed, sensing the concern.
"Okay," Mikey replied as he tightened his grip.
The two boys held onto each other silently, enjoying the physical reconnection without saying anything more for a few minutes before parting. Not wanting to be in bed anymore, Josh led the way through to the lounge area but where they sat close together on one of the sofas.
When Mikey had started to explain the reason for his prolonged absence – his mistaken belief that he had been the cause of Josh's cancer – Josh had insisted an explanation wasn't necessary. Mikey had disagreed, insisting he would rather look like an idiot than a bad friend.
"Wow!" Josh exclaimed after hearing it all from Mikey. "That's... really fuckin' stupid!"
"I know," Mikey pouted.
"Like... so stupid it's funny. You DO know I'm gonna be taking the piss outta that one for YEARS!" Josh said with a wry grin. As Mikey whimpered slightly, Josh reached out to place his hand on Mikey's as he added a reassuring, "But only when it's us. This is MY thing to tease ya with, not anyone else's!"
Mikey finally managed a slight smile, concealed as it was. "Thanks," he said with a gentle chuckle.
"But why would you even think that? That's so... well I already called it stupid, but it deserves a second one! It's so stupid! You thought you GAVE me cancer?!" Josh said, shaking his head.
Mikey flinched a little as he thought, but didn't want to share the completely honest answer. Instead, he opted for a half-truth as he said, "Someone told me!"
"Well, they're a twat, whoever they are!" Josh said with a shrug. As he stopped talking, silence crept back in for a few moments before Mikey frowned a little and asked, "You remember when I came back to school after... The Incident?"
Mikey nodded, mildly concerned about why Josh might have been bringing up his Year 7 suicide attempt.
"Not sure if you know, but I was worried about what people were gonna say, but Rob asked people to send me messages of support and basically the entire school fuckin' did it!" Josh explained.
"Oh yeah, I remember that," Mikey said with a nod.
"Well, I still have those messages and when I'm down I watch them and they pick me up a bit, but d'you wanna know one of the things that REALLY made me feel better when I got back then?" Josh asked, cocking his head.
Mikey shrugged.
"You!" Josh said, tilting his head the other way.
"I didn't do anything!" Mikey said slightly defensively.
Josh nodded as he replied, "Exactly. Everyone else was being all weird and sensitive and... and... a bit more weird and then you walk in and you're all like, `hey, I'm Mikey, I don't care about this shit, I'm just gonna treat Josh like he's Josh!' and it was fuckin' great to have someone just... treat me normal!"
Mikey frowned a little at the terrible impression of himself, but nodded his understanding, feeling a little guilty.
"That's what I wanted with this. I wanted you to just be you and me to just be me!" Josh explained.
"Sorry," Mikey said timidly.
"Don't be sorry. Be Mikey!" Josh said firmly, scowling a little.
<<You hear that? Be you! You should totally do that!>>
Mikey sat up a little straighter and looked at Josh for a moment. "Okay," Mikey said with a nod, "I can do that!"
"Hmm, we'll see," Josh said incredulously, knowing it would goad the other boy.
"You look shit as a baldy!" Mikey said bluntly.
Josh's jaw dropped, though he was visibly smiling at the same time. "Fuck you!" still smiling through his words. "I look better without hair than you do on your... hairiest day!"
"Pfft, not likely!" Mikey scoffed. "And you get a punch for that. I'll keep count of them until you can finally take a hit without being a pussy about it!"
"Oh, this is great," Josh declared. As Mikey smiled, Josh waved his hand dismissively and said, "No, not you going straight back to being a twat. I always knew that'd happen!" He giggled a little as Mikey rolled his eyes, "What's great is that it doesn't matter WHAT you say to me now. I'm always gonna be able to take you down with..." he paused, counting out on his fingers for a moment, "... six words!"
"Oh yes?" Mikey scoffed dismissively.
"Yeah!" Josh said, then counted out the words as he spoke them. "You. Thought. You. Gave. Me. Cancer!"
Mikey scowled at the comment and growled back at him, "I'm never winning an argument again, am I?"
"Ah, Mikey," Josh said, shaking his head as he reached out to stroke the other boy's arm, "You didn't really win that much to begin with!"
"Fuck you!" Mikey laughed.
"Maybe later," Josh sniggered as he shuffled along the sofa to lean against the other boy. "For now, cuddles please!" He closed his eyes contentedly as he felt Mikey slip and arm around him. It felt truly wonderful to have his friend back.
"Fuck, that was close!" Nicky panted, unclenching as he came back from the brink of release. There were a lot of things Nicky was looking forward to once he returned to school – getting Josh and Mikey reconciled, catching up with his dormmates, seeing Gray – but the thing that had probably played on his mind the most was seeing Locky again.
Seeing Locky' was probably not the right way to put it! After all, Locky was simply a nickname Nicky had given him, based on the fact he was the one keeping his cock locked, but he also didn't actually see' him. During their first encounter, and every one since, Nicky had been kept blindfolded. Locky didn't speak either, communicating either through touch or through notes left at the beginning or end of their sessions. To say it was a strange arrangement would be understating it, but the fact Locky kept coming back suggested he enjoyed it and, despite the frustration, Nicky was absolutely hooked.
"Might just need... a quick break... if you don't want me to cum," Nicky said, still catching his breath. He was unsure how long he had been restrained now, possibly half an hour, but having been teased, sucked and stroked to the edge multiple times, it was easy to lose track. When he didn't feel a hand or mouth immediately touch him, he figured Locky agreed and suddenly felt the need to fill the silence. "So, umm... you have a good half-term?"
Nicky felt Locky slide a finger across his right nipple, which had now been established as a non-verbal positive – yes, good, okay, I agree, that sort of thing.
"Good," Nicky said happily. "Me too, mostly!" He felt the finger graze his right nipple again and he smiled at the silent acknowledgement. "So it's a new term," Nicky said a little awkwardly, "Well a new HALF term anyway. Just wondering if you're planning on... umm... keeping this going?"
A touch to the right nipple.
Nicky was conflicted by the confirmation. The thought of continuing their arrangement made him feel surprisingly happy, but at the same time he felt the nagging ache in his balls, his massive cock throbbing along with it. "Okay," Nicky said, nodding as he frowned through his blindfold. "I just wondered if maybe... you had any plans to... let me cum?"
Another touch to the right nipple.
"What? Really?" Nicky asked, turning his head towards Locky in surprise, though he was still blindfolded anyway. This time the answer came in the form of a hand gripping his cock, followed by one cupping his sizeable balls. "Ugh, fuck," Nicky grunted, excited at the prospect of release. "I haven't cum... in a month!" he exclaimed, more a statement of realisation than anything else. It sounded almost impossible, having gone from regular sex and multiple orgasms every day, to total abstinence.
Locky's mouth clamped around the head of Nicky's cock as his hands continued to stroke the shaft and massage his balls. Having done this five times now, he was clearly learning exactly what Nicky liked and was getting better each time at delivering it. The swirl of the tongue around the bulbous head, the lips squeezing together on the way down and loosening on the way back up until they met the ridge of his glans, it was everything Nicky loved and it was already pushing him back to the brink of release.
Just as Nicky felt himself approaching the point of no return, Locky pulled away. Letting out a frustrated groan, he commented, "I guess you never said you were doing it right away. I'm guessing you're... UNNH!" He was cut off mid-sentence by the mouth and hands returning to work. "Ah fuck, I'm close again, I'm close again!" he panted.
Locky pulled away at the last moment, edging Nicky one more time. Once again it was only a short reprieve and his mouth was soon back on.
"Oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck yes!" Nicky gasped. "I'm... I'm gonna... ah, ah fuck..." He expected it to stop once again, but while the mouth pulled away, both hands grasped his cock and wanked it rapidly. "AHHH FUUUUUCK!" he screamed out as he began to cum.
It was unlike anything Nicky had ever felt. Though he couldn't see it, it felt like the first spurt had to have hit the ceiling the way it propelled from his huge, raging erection. The spunk hadn't even landed by the time the second shot exploded out. As one hand continued stroking his shaft, the other massaged his spasming balls, showering himself with his seed as he screamed out and whimpered from the intensity of the release. It felt like it would never end. Even as the spurts reduced to dribbles that trailed down his dick and onto Locky's hand, the pleasurable spasms ripped through him.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god," Nicky panted as the ejaculation finally subsided. "That was... oh my fucking god... I've never... oh fuck," he gasped, catching his breath. "Thank you. That was..." he stopped as he heard the door open and close. "Locky?" he asked curiously.
Silence.
Nicky let out a disappointed moan as he laid there, sweaty, exhausted and covered in spunk. Locky hadn't even re-locked him! Just as he was beginning to feel a little dejected, he heard the click of the locks opening and realised Locky likely just realised how little time they had left and ran simply to keep his identity concealed.
With his wrists and ankles released, Nicky reached up to pull off his blindfold, then looked down at his cum-covered torso. "Fuck," he panted. Smiling serenely, despite the sudden departure, he said to himself, "That was good!"
David was sitting alone in the living area outside the dorms. Everyone else seemed to be off doing other things and his own plans of visiting Josh had been scuppered by the news of the visitor restrictions so he was taking the brief alone time to catch up on editing his secret recordings of the dorm. Having just scanned through a couple of days and extracted the `interesting' moments, he had come across footage of Mark and Josh together over half-term.
Excited as he had got from watching the two play together, something about keeping it felt wrong and he deleted the footage before moving on to continue extracting footage from another of his concealed cameras. As he saw movement in the doorway, he quickly closed what he was doing. Even sitting in his usual position that limited the possibility of anyone going behind him, he didn't want to risk getting caught and quickly shut the laptop completely, placing it aside as Rob walked in. "Hey," he said, trying to look innocent.
"Hi," Rob said with a broad smile.
"Oh, someone's cheerful," David giggled. "Josh doing well?"
"I wasn't with Josh, he's got Mikey with him!" Rob explained. "I... just met up with Luke and Jazz!"
David smirked and nodded his head gently as he said teasingly, "So that's an `I just shot a load' smile?! Got it!"
"Y'know, I'm not even gonna pretend it's not," Rob said happily as he barrel-rolled over the back of a sofa into a sitting position on it, facing David.
"Cute," David said with a sincere smile. The support for Rob had been almost as substantial as the support everyone was giving to Josh, and a large part of that was coming from his boyfriends. The throuple had become a bit of a `relationship yard-stick' that others in the school had begun measuring themselves against. Relationships stopped and started and re-stopped and re-started all the time amongst the boys at the school, but occasionally there were rare gems that seemed to just endure – Rob, Luke and Jazz were one of those gems.
Rob and Luke had been together for over a year-and-a-half, while Jazz had joined and made them a throuple eight months ago. It was not the longest relationship in the dorm, that record was still held by Danny and his almost two-year relationship with Brian, but they were getting close to taking the title! Their relationship seemed to have an ease that most aspired to, and that had translated into a truly loving, supportive arrangement for Rob as he started spending increasing amounts of time with Josh as he went through his first cycle of treatment.
David frowned a little to himself as he contemplated asking Rob something, but before he could get the words out, Danny appeared in the doorway, shirtless with a towel around his waist. He looked exhausted.
"Oh, he's got the same smile as you!" David sniggered as he saw Danny's face.
"I do?" Danny asked curiously as he approached the other two.
"He called it an `I just shot a load' smile!" Rob sniggered.
"Oh!" Danny exclaimed before his smile spread into a huge grin, "I should probably be smiling a lot more then!" As he saw Rob raise an eyebrow, he added, "Four times!"
"Jesus!" Rob exclaimed.
"That'd be twelve times!" David said, sniggering to himself. As the other two just looked confused, he shook his head and said, "Never mind. Bible humour. Very niche!"
Danny sat down onto the arm of a sofa, but promptly flopped back, his head landing heavily on Rob's lap.
"Oof, watch it!" Rob said, "Nearly got me in the nads!"
"Speaking of which..." David said with a snigger, nodding towards Danny.
The towel had swung open, revealing Danny's cock and balls to the other boys. "Meh, whatever," Danny shrugged, then pulled the towel open fully and said, "Look all ya like!" as he laid naked, one leg over the arm of the sofa, the other hanging off the side.
"Can you even imagine?" Rob asked as he looked to David and nodded at Danny. Body consciousness was an issue they both shared, and the ease with which Danny exposed himself was utterly beyond them.
"Nope!" David replied with a grin. "Actually... umm... there's something I kinda wanna... ask you both about!"
"Ooh, intrigued," Danny said, rolling a little onto his side, his dick laying against his thigh.
"Umm, when you... start seeing someone, how do you decide... umm... who does what?" David asked a little awkwardly.
Danny tilted his head back to look at Rob who shrugged in return. Looking back to David, he requested, "Gonna need a bit more to go on, mate!"
David blushed, his cheeks almost as bright as his pink hair. "Umm... like... sexually!" David mumbled awkwardly. "How d'you decide... umm... who does what?"
"Oh!" Rob said with a nod. "Are you and James... doing that?" he asked curiously. It felt like a strange conversation to be having. He, like the rest of the dorm, had always thought of David like the little brother of the group. Considering the issues he had experienced over half-term with his ACTUAL little brother having sex, this conversation seem particularly peculiar.
"Umm... we, umm... we tried," David said softly, "As in... we were GOING to do it, but... I thought HE was gonna top and he thought I was!"
"You're both bottoms!" Danny exclaimed in surprise.
David pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment and shrugged as he said, "I don't know what we are. How do you know?"
Danny sat up, casually pulling the towel back around him as he looked slightly anxiously at Rob. He knew anal was something of a tough subject for him at times.
"I guess you just... do what you like to do!" Rob said, shooting Danny a brief smile as he saw the obvious relief on his face that it hadn't triggered anything. "Like... this is between us, right?" he asked, then got a nod from the other two. "Well Jazz is one hundred percent bottom cos he just loves how it feels, while Luke's totally a top, cos that's what he likes doing. I mean, he likes other butt stuff done to him, but for full-on sex, he always tops!"
"I guess me and Chris are similar... sort of," Danny joined in. "We both kinda like both. I think he leans more towards bottoming and I tend to top, but..." he paused to think and then nodded as he said, "I guess I usually top for people I'm really into, but for just, like, hookups and stuff I bottom."
"Both versatile," David nodded, familiar with the terminology from the lessons he had received from his mentor. He looked to Rob and asked, "Wait, so what are you?"
"He's a side!" Danny exclaimed immediately. As Rob laughed at the suggestion, Danny shook his head and added, "No seriously, I was looking into it. That's, like, the proper term for it. Guys who do sexual stuff and essentially everything EXCEPT butt stuff, they're called sides!"
"We... have an actual name!?" Rob exclaimed, genuinely surprised. "That's so cool!" He smiled at Danny for a moment, who smiled back. After a few seconds he shook his head and said, "Sorry anyway, you and James!"
"And you think you're a bottom?" Danny asked curiously.
David shrugged. "I don't know. I just... figured I would be. He's the guy, after all!" he said. His eyes suddenly widened as he realised what he'd said and looked at the other two nervously. "I mean... umm... nothing, forget it, thanks guys!" he yelped out before he grabbed his laptop and disappeared into his dorm.
"Well that was weird," Rob sniggered.
"I'll chat to him later," Danny said with a gentle chuckle.
"Mmm-huh," Rob hummed, nodding thoughtfully. "Looks like everyone's at it!" he said with a slight eyebrow raise. As Danny looked back at him quizzically he stated, "Milo's having sex!"
"Oh, he told you about Avery, did he? Are they together? Ave kinda hard to read sometimes!" Danny exclaimed. Though things were getting better each week between himself and Avery, they weren't quite at the point of sharing everything yet.
"Him and... wait... what?" Rob exclaimed. "I was talking about Milo and Ivan. Are him and Avery having sex?"
"Wait, who's Ivan?" Danny asked, somewhat confused.
Rob huffed, shaking his head, "A... a guy I went to school with. I caught Milo... doing him!"
"Oof, that poor kid. Me and Chris caught him `doing' Avery! He needs to be more careful where he does it!" Danny sniggered.
"Oh my god, Milo's... it's not just..." Rob said, only managing part-sentences as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Wait, you knew Milo was having sex and you didn't tell me?" he asked accusingly.
"I didn't... know I was meant to!" Danny exclaimed. "Besides, it seemed like a mentor confidentiality thing. I wasn't gonna go around telling people who Avery was sleeping with!"
"Yeah, but still, you should have told me!" Rob snapped, getting a little angry.
Danny huffed as his head drooped. He shook his head before he raised it again and said, "Is this you being crazy, control-freak guy again? I thought you got past that!"
Rob stood up, scowling as he snapped, "Yeah, that's me. Crazy, jealous, psycho, control-freak Rob!"
Danny recoiled at the comment and started, "Hey, I never said..."
"Forget it!" Rob said as he stormed off towards the door. "I'm gonna go be a psycho somewhere else!"
Danny sat alone in silence for a moment. He glanced at the door David had disappeared through, then over the way Rob had gone and let out a sigh. Looking down, he opened the front of his towel, grabbed his flaccid dick and mumbled, "I wonder if I can cum again yet!"
"Okay, you need to be getting to bed, you lot!" Mr Rudd said as he popped his head into L2.1, the living area outside the boys' rooms.
"Yes sir!" the boys chorused back, making no sign of actually doing it. They were dressed (or undressed) for bed already, but made no attempt to move.
For once, Rob was going to be sleeping in the dorm, due to the strict safeguards in place to protect Josh from infection ahead of his next round of chemo. He had remained quiet and withdrawn from the group all evening, with any attempts at conversation either ignored or quickly shut down with moody monosyllabic answers. Eventually they had just left him to it.
Chris, Mikey, Nicky and Mark had started talking music, which had gradually descended into squabbling about their band, Stage Fright. Nicky had insisted on wanting to take their style on a somewhat alternative direction, spurred on by the musical exploration he was doing with Gray. Chris continued to push for cheesy pop, modern mainstream and retro hits. Mark continued to push for something heavier, seemingly just keen to perform anything that allowed him to play hard, get sweaty and take off his shirt. Mikey, meanwhile, continued to insist he didn't care and only stayed with the group to spend time with his friends and `hit things with sticks' as he described his drum playing.
Danny had made a couple of attempts to talk to Rob, but eventually gave up and took the opportunity of having the others distracted to chat to David more about their earlier conversation. Once Danny was engrossed in talking about sex, it was hard to break him out of it. After having sex, talking about it was probably his second biggest interest.
"You should be in bed!" Mr Rudd said gruffly as he entered again a few minutes later, seeing none of the seven boys had moved.
"Yeah, yeah, we're going!" Chris insisted, very visibly NOT going.
"Now!" Mr Rudd said firmly.
Mark frowned as he argued, "But sir we were just..."
"I don't care!" Mr Rudd snapped angrily. "Whatever you're doing or whatever you're talking about can WAIT! When I say you're going to bed, YOU'RE GOING TO BED!" He yelled the final few words, stunning the boys into silence. When he first arrived at the school, many of the students had been afraid of him, but over his first year most had come to find he was nowhere near as intimidating as he seemed. He certainly wasn't a man they would dare to cross, but the general fear of him had died down a lot, especially once he settled into his Floor Master role at the start of the year. Hearing him yell was as unexpected as it was frightening.
The boys quickly scurried to their rooms. Mr Rudd went to dorm 2.02 first, casting his eye across Rob, Mark and David before grunting a quick good night as he turned the light off and shut the door. He headed over to dorm 2.01 and let out a low growl as he saw the four boys all piled onto the double bed made up of Chris and Danny's bunks together, giggling as they attempted to wrestle each other out.
"YOUR OWN BEDS!" Mr Rudd barked.
Mikey rolled away in surprise at the yell, falling face first onto the floor, but immediately popped up just in time to have Nicky step on him on the way to his own bed. Letting out a slightly winded grunt, he jumped up again and leapt into his own bed, disappearing under the covers, as if it might protect him from the man's wrath.
"This better not become a habit!" Mr Rudd growled moodily, looking at the three visible boys each for a moment before looking at the Mikey-shaped lump under the covers.
"It won't. Night sir," Chris quickly replied timidly.
Mr Rudd just grunted as he shut off the light and closed the door.
"I think he may be on his period!" Mikey said as he reappeared.
Chris smirked at Mikey, then shook his head. "Whatever you did over half term to cheer him up," he said to Nicky, "Could you undo it?"
"Heyyyy!" Mikey whined.
"I'm kidding. I'm glad you're feeling better!" Chris quickly added.
"Anything we need to know?" Danny asked curiously.
Mikey let out a gentle squeak. He had been teased enough by Josh about his mistake, the last thing he needed was hearing any more of it.
"Nah, it's all good," Nicky immediately replied. "Just a misunderstanding, but it's all sorted now, right bud?"
"Right!" Mikey replied, smiling at Nicky through the darkness.
"Anything YOU want to tell us?" Chris probed, elbowing Danny as the pair sniggered.
Nicky recoiled slightly, then asked cautiously, "No... why... um... what... umm..."
Chris whispered to Danny for a moment, who sniggered and whispered back, getting a laugh in return.
"Well, we just thought Mikey might have finally unlocked you, that's all," Chris said teasingly.
"No, he doesn't have the..." Nicky started, then paused as he realised he was basically confirming what they clearly suspected.
"It wasn't me!" Mikey insisted defensively.
"How d'you know about it?" Nicky demanded, subconsciously grasping at his hefty chastity device.
"Mate, come on. You might be able to hide that thing from everyone else, but when it comes to dicks, you're living with a couple of experts!" Danny explained.
"Sexperts!" Chris added, getting a snort of laughter from Danny as the two of them giggled again.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Nicky pouted.
"You didn't seem to wanna tell us, so we didn't pry!" Chris explained. As the sound of throat clearing came from Danny, Chris sighed and said, "Fine, Danny MADE me not pry!"
"I just figured you'd tell us when you were ready," Danny stated, then smirked as he added, "We just didn't think it'd take so long, and we got impatient!"
Nicky sighed, annoyed at being caught out. As the four of them laid in the darkness, not sleepy yet, Nicky explained what had happened with Locky, enjoying the sound of fapping coming from the other beds as he shared details of his many edgings. By the time he was done, the others seemed to have wanked themselves out and, with the events of the day catching up with them, started falling off to sleep... except for Danny.
Lying motionless, he couldn't sleep yet, despite the tiredness of his sex-filled afternoon. Chris had made good on his promise and fucked him earlier, sharing his own pent-up load with just as much explosiveness as Danny had. Right now, though, it wasn't sex on his mind, it was something else... someone else! He stayed in place for several minutes, contemplating whether to do what he was considering, but eventually gave in and quietly crept out of bed.
Not bothering to put any other clothes on for fear of waking Chris, Mikey or Nicky in the process, he headed out into the living area outside, then stuck his head out the door into the hallway. Just a little further down, beyond the door to L2.2, he could see a sliver of light shining out from the next door along... the Floor Master's apartment. Normally seeing it on would prompt him to go back to bed. Most boys were smart enough to know not to sneak out while the teacher was still active for fear of getting caught, but tonight it didn't matter.
Pacing quietly along the corridor, Danny noticed the light switch off just as he got close. It almost prompted him to turn back, but instead he continued on and pressed the button beside the door. At this time of night, a knock would echo around the whole building. The light clicked back on and after the sound of footsteps approached the door, it swung open.
Mr Rudd was standing there, dressed the same way as Danny, in just his underwear, clearly on his way to bed. "Danny," he said, looking at the boy curiously. "Is everything okay?" he asked a little flatly.
"Umm," Danny said, gulping slightly. For a sexually active boy with a penchant for older men, the sight of the near-naked teacher was a little daunting. He wasn't an overly tall man, though he easily beat Danny by twenty centimetres. It was his girth that really stood out, barrel-chested with broad shoulders, bulging biceps and a belly that was pure muscle, all covered in a fine layer or dark hair and tattoos. Danny did his best not to stare at the man's bulge. He had seen him naked on a few occasions, when he joined the boys in the showers after PE, but seeing his thick, meaty cock and hefty balls snugly encased in his underwear somehow felt more exciting than just seeing it all hanging out. "I... wanted to talk!" Danny said meekly.
"Then make an appointment during the day!" Mr Rudd said bluntly. "If it's not an emergency, you shouldn't be up!" he insisted.
"It's not," Danny said awkwardly, then as the door started to close, he added urgently, "But I'm trying to make sure it doesn't become one!"
The door pulled fully open again as Mr Rudd frowned at the boy. Was it really fair to call him that? Not the tallest in his year by any measure, but it was Danny's physique that set him apart from the boys. A routine involving a lot of football, swimming and now seven gym sessions a week had his body in a form that wouldn't look out of place in an anatomy textbook. Every muscle was clearly defined, while his underwear contained the bulge of a well-sized cock that half of the boys at the school had seen more times than they could count.
"What's this about, Danny?" Mr Rudd asked wearily.
"Actually," Danny said, looking up at the man doe-eyed. He stood with his hands casually held together, scratching at his palm absently as he said, "You, sir!"
Mr Rudd's eyebrows raised to the point that they almost disappeared into his hair as he said incredulously, "Go on!"
"Well, umm... it's just..." Danny paused, looking down the hallway, "Can we talk inside, maybe?"
Mr Rudd shook his head but stood aside to let Danny enter.
Danny walked past the man into the narrow hallway, almost grazing against him, close enough to get a nose-full of his manly scent. It made him shudder slightly.
"On the right," Mr Rudd said as he closed the door and gestured to the second door on the right.
Danny walked through the open doorway and found himself in what appeared to the living room of the apartment. To one side was a large three-seater sofa facing a TV, while on the other there were two armchairs set facing each other next to a row of bookcases.
"Take a seat," Mr Rudd said, clearly still annoyed at the late interruption, but figuring he may as well see it through now.
Danny sat down on one of the armchairs as Mr Rudd sat opposite. Both were sat upright at first, but Danny quickly lounged back, his smooth, bare body stretching out as he let one hand rest on his stomach while the other rested on the arm of the chair.
"So, what's so important it can't wait until a more reasonable hour?" Mr Rudd asked bluntly.
"You... shouted, sir!" Danny said with a slight frown.
"Yes, teachers are known to do that," Mr Rudd said with a nod and a frustrated sigh. "I've been known to do it myself from time to time!"
"Yeah, out there," Danny said, gesturing vaguely as he continued, "When you were a PE teacher. I haven't heard you shout since you started doing this!" He gestured to their current surroundings.
Mr Rudd sighed again and said, "Okay, maybe I shouldn't have shouted at you."
"Oh, you totally should!" Danny nodded, "We were being pretty silly!" He winced slightly before he added, "Sorry about that, by the way! Just... carried away I guess."
Mr Rudd smirked a little, but quickly suppressed it as he prompted, "So...?"
"So... are you okay, sir?" Danny asked with very obvious concern. As the teacher looked a little dumbfounded by the question, he went on, "It's just... I know how close you and Josh are... probably even more than most other people do and... well, the stuff that's going on is a LOT to handle! And, well... you shouted and you're dealing with something shitty and I just... wanted to check you're okay!"
Mr Rudd's annoyance melted away almost instantly as he nodded and said, "That's very sweet, Danny, but it's not your job to worry about me!"
"Yeah, okay," Danny conceded, then gave a hint of a shrug as he added, "Except... it sort of is!"
"Go on," Mr Rudd urged him again, intrigued and a little confused.
"Well... I know in my case it's a bit different cos we're sort of family," Danny started, "But Mr Trent became one of the MOST important people to us while we were living downstairs so if that's anything to go by, YOU will be too now we live up here with you in charge!" He blushed a little, starting to feel quite awkward at explaining his thought process. "That means we gotta look after you as much as you do for us, and you seem stressed, so I thought you might need to talk, especially to someone who loves Josh as much as you do and really gets it!"
Mr Rudd folded his arms as he leaned back in his seat, looking at the boy thoughtfully for a few moments. He chuckled slightly. "You know, you were one of the first boys I heard about when I came to Kingswood, Danny!" he stated, getting a slightly shocked expression back. "And you may think it's because of... well... pick a drama, any drama..."
Danny chuckled as he nodded his understanding. He certainly seemed to attract trouble.
"But it wasn't!" Mr Rudd said, shaking his head a little, "People just tend to talk about you, and I have to admit, and sceptical as I was, you very quickly lived up to the hype!"
Danny blushed heavily, averting his gaze from Mr Rudd, though he found himself staring at the man's exposed body instead. Figuring that it would be rather obvious if he looked too much, he pushed through the awkwardness and looked back to his face instead.
"I'm not saying this because I want to embarrass you... though it's hilarious seeing you that red," Mr Rudd smirked at the boy's flushed cheeks, "I'm saying it to show how high the bar already was, so you know how much I really mean it when I say you're an impressive boy, Danny. Having the... I don't know, the emotional intelligence to see these relationships for what they are is one thing, but going out of your way to... check up like this..." He paused, taking a thoughtful breath, "It's very special Danny, and very kind. I truly appreciate it!"
"Thank you, sir," Danny said a little timidly, briefly staring down at his hands as they fidgeted together, one hand casually scratching at the other. He frowned a little as he raised his head and said, "Though I can't help noticing... complimentary as that was... you didn't actually answer my question!"
Mr Rudd snorted with laughter as he shook his head. As Danny smiled back at him and his laughter slowly died down, the teacher let out a hearty sigh and said, "I think you know the answer, Danny. I'm not okay! How could I be? I think you and your dormmates understand it all too well."
"We do," Danny nodded. "I do!" he added with a meek smile, "And you don't have to be not okay on your own, sir!" Danny felt himself getting embarrassed again and looked away from the man's face, though this time his gaze lingered a little on the muscular chest, on the erect nipples protruding from each bulging pectoral, from the dark trail of hair running down his stomach.
"I think I'm okay for now, Danny," Mr Rudd said with a nod.
"But you'll keep me in mind for the future?" Danny asked, keen to look out for the man, fully aware he was clearly projecting a lot of his affection for Mr Trent onto the new man in his position. Unfortunately, that wasn't all he was projecting. Seeing the near naked man was having an undeniable, and inevitable, effect on Danny.
"I will," Mr Rudd said, as his eyes quickly slid down the scantily-clad teen's body.
Danny looked at Mr Rudd just in time to see the man looking at his crotch... and the slowly growing bulge. He had come with genuinely innocent intentions, but instinct had taken over now, and perhaps horniness too. Letting the hand on his stomach slowly slide up to his chest, he casually grazed a nipple as he said, "I'm here to talk, or if you just need a..." he paused to let his legs swing apart slightly, "A distraction!"
Mr Rudd was no longer glancing at Danny, he was looking! His eyes were fixed on the boy's crotch, the bulge of his cock and balls, the underwear-clad taint now on show, the silky-smooth thighs framing it. As Danny raised his other hand to run through his hair, the teacher's gaze instinctually shot up to look at the exposed armpit, a smooth concave of flawless skin.
"I, umm... I..." Mr Rudd stuttered, not even sure what he was intending to say.
Danny could see the man was a little uncomfortable and he felt a momentary pang of guilt, but it vanished instantly as he saw what looked like movement in the man's underwear. He immediately crossed his legs to conceal it.
"You... look like you'd enjoy... a distraction," Danny said, letting the hand on his chest slide down his stomach and onto his thigh as he thrust his hips slightly at the man before him.
"Danny, this... this is... inappropriate!" Mr Rudd said weakly, his eyes still helplessly stuck roaming the boy's bare skin.
"Oh, am I... being bad?" Danny asked with a grin. "Do you need to spank me?" he asked teasingly before he bit his lip for a moment, then stared at the man's body again and asked, "Or do YOU need the spanking?"
"Danny... stop," Mr Rudd said, panting a little.
"Is that... an actual request to stop?" Danny asked as he sat up, "Or just what you think you SHOULD say?" He accentuated the question by reaching down to squeeze the bulge of his cock.
"You... should go," Mr Rudd forced himself to say.
"Do you WANT me to go?" Danny asked with a smirk. He lounged back in his seat again and said, "I'm not going anywhere unless you make me!" As the man stared at him, he grinned and continued, "So either you don't make me go... and admit you want me here, or you stand up and MAKE me go..." He craned his neck a little, making it clear he was trying to see the teacher's crotch to make his point, "And show me how much you clearly want it anyway!"
"Danny, please," Mr Rudd said weakly.
"I think you got hard from looking at me... sir," Danny said, throwing in the `sir' just to tease some more, "And I think you should stand up and show me!" Danny was trembling a little from the mix of excitement and adrenaline, but his dominant side had very much kicked in, prompting him to keep going.
"I'm... I'm not... going to... umm..." Mr Rudd said, shaking head.
"Stand up, Maxwell!" Danny said firmly, switching to the man's first name in a trick he had learned from playing with Mr Trent/Levi.
Mr Rudd stared at the boy in shock, then lowered his leg and slowly stood up. The bulge was obscene, the underwear straining against the thick, meaty erection within.
Danny raised a hand and beckoned the man over with one finger, keeping it moving as the man cautiously stepped closer. He pointed to the spot right in front of him, continuing to point at it as he stared Mr Rudd in the eye until the man moved there, staring back down at him nervously. Danny wanted to touch the muscular body, to run his hands across the firm bulge of his stomach, up onto the hefty mounds of his pecs. He wanted to feel the skin and the hair and the muscle, but he resisted for now. Instead, he simply took hold of either side of the man's underwear and started pulling it down... slowly.
Mr Rudd's breathing was shaky and nervous as he allowed the boy to undress him. His trimmed bush slowly came into view, right at the boy's eye level, followed a moment later by the thick root of his dick. Watching as more and more of his sizeable erection was revealed, he let out a whimper when Danny stopped, with just the tip still contained within the underwear, threatening to spring free at any moment. As his dick throbbed from the exhilaration, the head slid against the fabric of the waistband and the colossal boner sprang free, bobbing ahead of him, pointing Danny straight in the face.
"Wow, not bad!" Danny said, wanting desperately to touch it. He knew he could. He wanted to. Mr Rudd would let him and yet... he didn't! Instead, he looked up at the man's face and said, "Sit back down!" As he said it, the placed his foot on the underwear now pooled around the man's ankles, making it clear they were to be left behind.
Naked and rigid, Mr Rudd moved back and sat down in the chair, his cock resting against his stomach.
"Stroke it," Danny instructed. "Stroke your dick, Max, while you look at me!" Being in control, paired with the sheer sexual sight of the naked man was almost enough to make Danny's head spin. His dick was solid, the head already wet, even before he saw the teacher begin to masturbate. "How does it feel, Max?" Danny asked with a cocky smile, "How does it feel touching yourself while you look at me?"
"Good," Mr Rudd replied shakily.
"Tell me what you like about me," Danny said, running a hand over his body again.
"Your muscles," Mr Rudd answered without hesitation, "They're... impressive, and you have... very pretty eyes!"
"And what else?" Danny asked, resisting the urge to blush at the compliments.
Mr Rudd winced but continued, "And your bulge. It's... big!"
"And?" Danny prompted, not sure how much more there would be, but keen to verbally milk the man for information.
"And I like you... taking charge," Mr Rudd said, finding all new shades of red to turn as he continued stroking his cock.
"Okay then," Danny said with a smile as he stood and walked over to Mr Rudd. He stood right between his legs, his own knees pressing against the front of the seat as he stared down at him, "Here's the deal. You talk to me when you need to talk to someone, and in return I give you a... distraction now and then. Deal?"
"Deal!" Mr Rudd replied, nodding gently.
As the man reached out for his underwear-confined erection, Danny took a step back and shook his head, "Not today. I'd say you're distracted enough for now!" He headed for the door but stopped before passing through it. Looking back at the man, he instructed, "Stop stroking, and do me a favour..." He smiled as Mr Rudd looked at him curiously. The idea came from his own half-term experience. "Don't cum until I tell you to, okay?" he said, voicing the order as more of a casual suggestion.
Mr Rudd stared wide-eyed for a moment, then nodded and dropped his hand away from his penis.
"Good boy!" Danny sniggered, his hands fidgeting together once again. "I look forward to distracting you again some time!" he said as he headed back to his dorm to go to bed.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. New chapters will post weekly, so be back same time next week for more!
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If you wish to read any of my other stories, please see below for links
The Kingswood Saga
Tales from Kingswood (Book 1)– https://new.nifty.org/stories/tales-from-kingswood-05107/
Half-Term at Kingswood (Book 1 bonus story) – https://new.nifty.org/stories/half-term-at-kingswood-02038/
The Kingswood Eight (Book 2) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-kingswood-eight-72284/
A Very Kingswood Easter (Book 2 bonus story) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/a-very-kingswood-easter-59761/
The Kingswood Effect (Book 3) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-kingswood-effect-64914/
Chris and Danny's Super Sexy Summer (Book 3 bonus story) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/chris-and-dannys-super-sexy-summer-98673/
The Benny Saga (in reading order)
Benny Takes Control – https://new.nifty.org/stories/benny-takes-control-42615/
The Dangers of Desire – https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-dangers-of-desire-57149/
Benny's House – https://new.nifty.org/stories/bennys-house-65127/
Other Series
Possession – https://new.nifty.org/stories/possession-25306/
Phil's Naked Adventures – https://new.nifty.org/stories/phils-naked-adventures-02988/
The Humiliation Games - https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-humiliation-games-31885/
One-shots
The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction
Jake's Exposure – https://new.nifty.org/stories/jakes-exposure-73714/
Becoming an Internet Master – https://new.nifty.org/stories/becoming-an-internet-master-13630/
Brian's Big Mistake – https://new.nifty.org/stories/brians-big-mistake-31378/
And Then It Got Worse – https://new.nifty.org/stories/and-then-it-got-worse-05003/
Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity
There's a Naked Alfie in the Garden - https://new.nifty.org/stories/theres-a-naked-alfie-in-the-garden-35531/