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The Kingswood Complication
Chapter 23
SATURDAY 21 JANUARY 2023
FROM THE JOURNAL OF JOSH WILLIAMS
Hi journal. Been a while, hope you're well. I know, that's stupid, but I don't really know how else to start these, so I'll stick with saying hi to a word document on my laptop. So where do I begin? I guess a lot of the other times I've taken time to do one of these it's been because things have just been really tough and, well... things are still tough but... better I think. I'm mostly writing this now cos it's super early and I ain't got much else to do. It's one of the worse things about waking up early to throw up – aside from the actual throwing up part, obviously!
So let's start with me, cos this is my journal which makes me the lead character. Yay! So what's happening with me? Last time I wrote it was just after everyone went home for the rest of Christmas break and we'd just been through the whole `Tate holding me hostage' thing. So it turns out Tate (I like that I can call him that cos I hate him and hating someone called Mark is really confusing when I also love someone called Mark!) Where was I? Oh yeah, it turns out Tate went on his whole psycho rampage thing when our other brother Ryan died. Ryan killed himself. On Christmas Day! That's all kinds of fucked up and clearly Tate thought so too. He put three people in hospital on his way here, but thankfully they're all okay. Seems like Tate isn't. When Mark smashed his head in with that laptop, it seems like what was left of his brain kinda got smashed up a bit and he still hasn't woken up – oh no, how awful!
Actually I guess in a way it IS kind of awful. Not for Tate, that cunt deserved it and not just for holding me and Mark hostage, but also for... well, my entire childhood. The bit that makes it awful is how it's affected Mark. He says he's okay and he's doing the therapy thing but even if Tate doesn't end up dead, which he probably will, I know Mark's really beating himself up over what he did. He's the sweetest, kindest, gentlest guy I know who never wants to hurt anyone, so he's gotta be taking it hard. We don't really talk about it.
I suppose we don't actually talk as much as we used to at all! I think being around me is like a constant reminder of what happened so I kinda kept my distance a bit. I don't ever want him to feel bad about anything, especially not anything that's my fault. It's tough because I love him and I don't mean in a `I love all my friends' kinda way, I am so stupidly into him it's not even funny, but I kinda feel like the Tate thing has fucked up any chance of that ever happening. Fucking typical. Even dead/half-dead my brothers are still ruining my life!
Ugh, I've rambled too much. Short version – Ryan dead, not going to funeral, Tate probably dying, won't go to that funeral either, Mark sad cos he hurt someone, I love Mark. Oh, I also had my second round of chemo for this stage which was horrible and now I'm in recovery again and feel shit. There, simple. Now onto everyone else!!
There's something going off in the other dorm! That's weird, thinking of it as the other' dorm. We sleep in two rooms and share a living area and we still think of it as one dorm, but it's definitely become a bit of an our dorm' and their dorm' kinda thing. Well whatever we call it, something's going off with Danny, Chris, Mikey and Nicky. I don't know if it's stuff they're keeping from me cos they didn't want to trouble me during chemo or if this is just a them' thing. They've always been weirdly close so it's hard to tell. I don't know if it's something bad. Before I had to move back here to the medical facility, there was lots of whispering and stuff with the door closed and even more hugging than usual. They all seem... okay though. I dunno. Maybe one of them has a journal you can go ask! LOLz
Rob's doing well. I think now I'm into this phase of treatment and we have things back in a routine, he's been able to chill a bit, which is nice. I love that he worries about me but I also hate that he worries about me! He's still co-captaining the rugby team with Jazz, which sounded like a recipe for disaster with them dating too, but it's going so well. They won their first match of the SCIPS tournament a couple of weeks back and they're off at King Edwards for the weekend for their second match.
David's all good. He's so cute with James. I'm so glad they got together, they're adorkable. As for Mark... well, like I said, he seems okay but he's probably not okay and I think everyone kinda knows that so they're giving him space but ready to look after him as soon as he needs it. He's off at King Edwards too cos he's on the football team and the rugby team (like I should be). I hope he's okay being back there, but he should be, his cunt of an ex is long gone, so it should be okay, plus I know Danny's always looking out for him.
I don't think I got much else to say. Oh wait, Rob's birthday's coming up in just over a week. We never used to do birthday presents between us all, but I feel like I wanna get him something this year, just to say thank you for just... being him! I suck at gifts. Ooh, wait, no! I got it. Josh, you're a genius. Wow, literally the first time anyone's ever said that. Probably the last too. Ha. Anyway, gotta go. As Ruby would put it... I feel the tingle of inspiration!
Chris sighed contentedly as consciousness crept in, feeling the body spooning against him. He had arms wrapped around him, his own hands clutching onto someone else's. He lifted one and licked it.
"Did you just lick me?" Nicky asked sleepily.
"You're not Danny!" Chris said through a yawn.
"Let me rephrase that. WHY did you lick me?" Nicky asked, shaking his head a little.
"To see who you were!" Chris answered.
"By LICKING me?" Nicky repeated, more confused than annoyed.
Chris shrugged, eyes still closed and gripping tightly onto Nicky's arms and hands as he replied, "I figured I'd either recognise the taste, or whoever it was would ask why I licked them, and I'd recognise the voice! Two ways to find out. You gotta play the odds!"
"I..." Nicky started, then paused to think about it, bewildered. "Y'know I'm really not sure if you're an idiot or a genius!" he mused.
"Bit of both," Chris replied casually, "Also, good morning!" He raised the hand he had licked and kissed it playfully.
Nicky chuckled and nuzzled his face into Chris' neck to kiss it in return as he whispered, "Morning!"
"Not complaining, but... why?" Chris asked as he nudged back against Nicky a little.
Nicky shrugged and replied, "I know you don't like waking up alone!"
"And?" Chris prompted with a hint of a smirk.
"And I wanted cuddles," Nicky admitted.
"Well I appreciate it!" Chris said, then span round on the spot to bring himself face-to-face with Nicky. He gave him a quick peck on the lips and asked, "How you doing?"
"I'm good, I only just woke up!" Nicky said casually.
"Not what I meant, and you know it!" Chris said, raising an eyebrow.
It had been a tiring and stressful couple of weeks for the boys, and getting time alone to actually reflect on it was a rare treat. Two weeks ago, Mikey had returned to the school after a short stay with his parents and revealed to Chris, Nicky and Danny that he was facing a probable diagnosis of schizophrenia. At the same time, Danny had finally admitted to both himself and the others that he was dealing with depression. The double whammy of news could easily have knocked the group into a tailspin, but ultimately it had done the opposite.
That first night, they had stayed up until the early hours of the morning talking through both bits of news. Danny had shared the substantial list of things he had been holding in that had been gradually eating away at his happiness and eroding his self-esteem, while Mikey began to share the symptoms he had talked about with the doctors who had made the initial diagnosis of his condition.
For Chris, Danny and Nicky, the revelation that Mikey heard voices somehow managed to be both shocking and not at all surprising at the same time. While he hadn't been comfortable yet talking about it in great detail, he had shared enough for much of his behaviour to begin making sense.
Mikey had cried from the realisation that his schizophrenia wasn't a deal-breaker, that he wasn't going to lose his friends over it despite the insistence of the voices that he would. Danny had cried over the sheer relief of sharing his feelings with more of his closest friends, having already told Chris a few days earlier. Chris and Nicky had both shed a few tears of their own as they both beat themselves up over the feeling that they `should have noticed' what was going on around them. Both Danny and Mikey had been quick to shut that down.
Since then, it had just been a period of adjustment for the four of them as Mikey began his appointments with the local community mental health team and Danny began to engage a little more with Dr Arkwright, finally feeling confident enough to open up some more. Nicky and Chris had gone out of their way to be supportive to their two roommates, occasionally too supportive. It had taken a few days but they eventually found the right balance of supportiveness without smothering.
Nicky sighed as he contemplated Chris' comment. "Is it... weird to say I'm almost happy about the Mikey stuff?" he asked, looking a little guilty for asking it.
"Fuck no!" Chris exclaimed. "I hate putting it this way, but we've always known SOMETHING was wrong with Mikey. Now that something has a name and a diagnosis and a... a treatment plan! Totally makes sense to be happy about it. It's the same with Danny. We could all see he was just a bit `off' and now we know why so we can help!"
Nicky smiled and nodded, breathing a gentle sigh of relief. "You're right," he agreed.
"Fuck, that's never a good sign!" Chris said with a giggle.
Nicky laughed then leaned in to kiss Chris briefly. Pulling back, he continued smiling and said, "I don't know what I'd do without you!"
"Hey, wait til next year and you might find out. It's gotta be my turn for something big next!" Chris sniggered, "Maybe I'll die!"
Nicky's smile dropped away as he said, "Don't say that! I don't believe in fate, but don't tempt it anyway!" As they looked at each for a moment, Nicky cocked his head and said, "That's one of the things that's getting Danny down, isn't it? The whole... `what shitty thing's coming our way next' thing! As much as I wish I could talk my way around that one, it's... actually kinda hard to NOT think that way, isn't it!"
Chris pouted a little as he nodded and said, "I kinda went through a phase a bit like that last year!" As Nicky gave him a sympathetic look and stroked his arm, he smiled sadly and said, "Funnily enough, it was Danny that shook me out of it!"
"Yeah, Danny's definitely a fixer," Nicky chuckled. "But hey, we already said we're not letting ourselves get all down about this. We're gonna help them but... look after each other too. No more blaming ourselves, right?" he asked, raising his hand between them.
"Right!" Chris agreed, taking hold of Nicky's hand firmly. "You already handled your crazy. You don't need to be going back for seconds!"
Nicky snorted with laughter then pulled Chris' hand close to kiss it. "So in the interest of keeping both our spirits up..." he paused as he reached down with his other hand to grab at Chris' dick, "Why don't we keep these up too!"
"Mmmyes please," Chris growled. He let his head loll forward onto Nicky's chest and sighed, "It's kinda like our old Saturday mornings in year seven!"
"Fuck, that feels like a lifetime ago!" Nicky sighed.
"Fuck, you say?" Chris said, raising his head as he put on a cheesy grin.
"Excellent idea!" Nicky purred as he kissed Chris passionately for a few moments.
Barely two minutes later, Nicky stood stroking lubricant onto his cock, caressing it as it grew. "How do you..." he started as he turned to look back at Chris but stopped as he saw him lying face down flat on the bed. "Are you... okay there?" he asked with a smirk as he knelt onto the bed.
"I'm good!" Chris replied, his voice muffled as a hand raised to a give a thumbs-up, "Just letting you do all the work!"
"Any... reason?" Nicky asked as he got between Chris' legs.
Chris twisted his head so his cheek rested on the mattress, allowing him to talk normally as he replied, "Just been doing stuff lately that's... taken a lot of work, that's all!"
Nicky smirked and nodded. "Fair," he said with a shrug, "Kinda works out. I've kinda been able to take it easy so I appreciate the workout!" He let out a gentle sigh as he thought about `Locky', a now-outdated nickname he had given to his mysterious weekly sex buddy. Their sessions still consisted of Nicky being restrained and blindfolded so he didn't really have to do very much.
"Great, then... umm... get it in me, I suppose!" Chris said before placing his face down into the mattress again.
"Wow, you have such a romantic way with words. I can see the writer in you!" Nicky sniggered.
"Unless you can see the dick in me, then you're wasting time!" Chris replied, then let out a dirty laugh.
Nicky shook his head as he shuffled further up and began to press the tip of his dick into Chris' hole.
"Oh my god, how do I always forget how big that feels?" Chris groaned.
"Too many dicks and a short attention span?" Nicky suggested with a chuckle.
Chris laughed, then turned his head again to look back at Nicky. He let out a slight sigh but remained silent.
"Whassup?" Nicky asked as he continued slowly pushing in.
"Well, you say something like that to me... and it's funny, but if you'd said it to Danny, I probably would have reacted, like, `Shut up, you're being mean!' It's a bit confusing!" Chris mused.
Nicky nodded gently, still pushing into Chris. He stopped, holding a few inches out as he knew Chris always struggled to take his full length without pain, then laid down on top of him. He slid his arms beneath Chris' torso and leaned round to kiss him momentarily on the lips before burying his face into his neck. He took a few moments to raise and lower his hips and start building a slow rhythm as he considered the comment. "I get what you mean," he said softly after a few moments, "I can see why Danny found it so confusing!"
"Totally," Chris agreed, "Like, how do you complain that something that's clearly just a...a... playful joke is actually doing harm?" He let out a shuddery moan as Nicky's speed picked up, pushing him down into the bed with each downward thrust.
"He always insisted it didn't bother him. Every time I brought it up, he'd just say it was fine. I really shoulda pushed more!" Nicky sighed.
"Wait, when..." Chris started, pausing to think for a moment. "You've talked to him about this before? I mean, before he told us everything?"
"Yeah, I... I've been mentioning it for months!" Nicky exclaimed.
"Months!?" Chris gasped. "You've known about this for THAT long and you didn't DO anything?" he demanded.
"Wow, so much for not blaming ourselves!" Nicky scowled.
"I'm not blaming myself!" Chris snapped, "I'm..." he stopped himself and shook his head. He let out a gentle whimper and raised a hand to reach above himself and grab at Nicky. "I'm sorry, I don't mean any of that. I'm just... I hate seeing him so sad!"
"I know," Nicky said, giving Chris a squeeze as he slowed his thrusts. He kissed the back of his neck and said, "I maybe shoulda done more sooner, but I didn't and we can't change that. Let's just... keep doing our best, okay?"
"D'you think... we should tell someone? Mr Rudd maybe?" Chris suggested. He bucked his hips to spur Nicky on to continue.
Nicky resumed fucking and nodded thoughtfully to himself. After taking a few moments to focus on the pleasure of his cock inside his friend, he sighed and said, "Danny told us he'll tell him!"
"Yeah," Chris agreed, pausing to groan as he felt his rock-hard boner pressing into the bed, "But he's been saying that for weeks!"
Nicky continued thrusting down into Chris and mused, "Maybe... now's not the best time to discuss!"
Chris chuckled and replied, "True!" He tilted his head round to let Nicky kiss him again before they settled in to a quieter and more focused fuck. Chris could feel the wetness at the tip of his own dick as he slowly oozed precum from the forceful pushes, his rigid prick rubbing gently back and forth on the sheets in time with Nicky.
"I'm cumming!" they both gasped at the same time, followed by a brief chuckle at the timing which was cut short by the gasps and moans that accompanied their shared release.
Chris felt the spread of warmth beneath him that had already given way to cold wetness by the time Nicky had finished pumping a massive load inside him. He remained motionless as Nicky climbed off, letting his eyes droop a little. As he felt Nicky move to his side and slip an arm beneath him, he happily cuddled up to the other boy silently.
"Damn, I thought they'd be putting up WAY more of a fight!" Aaron Moore said as he headed off the pitch with the rest of the team for half-time.
The Year 10 Kingswood football team were halfway through their second match of round one. Today they were facing off against the Charles Summers Memorial School, a school based in Surrey that focused more heavily on creative and artistic subjects than on sporting or traditional academia. Despite that, they had achieved a victory in their first match against Moderna Academy and had come into their match against Kingswood hoping to continue their winning streak. With Kingswood leading 2-0, it was looking unlikely.
"Hey, don't get cocky," Danny warned as he heard a few of the others joining in with Aaron's over-confidence. "They're a surprisingly good team with one win behind them already. Besides, they're putting up PLENTY of fight. HE'S the main reason it's still two-nil!" he said, gesturing to their goalkeeper, Mark.
As the rest of the team looked round at him, Mark shrugged and said, "He's not wrong. It was a busy first half for me!"
"Exactly," Danny agreed. "So second half, we need stronger defence. The ball shouldn't even be GETTING to Mark."
"What's the plan, Captain man?" Adrian asked, giving a playful salute.
Danny rolled his eyes and smirked at the gesture as he headed off to quickly re-think their second-half strategy.
"Hey, Danny's right, you've been killing it out there!" Mikey said as he sidled up to Mark.
<<Yeah, he killed that match like it was one of Josh's brothers! Ha!>>
"Thanks," Mark smiled, "You've been..." He paused, unsure how to finish the sentence.
<<Useless. That's what you've been!>>
"Shit!" Mikey said bluntly. "I've been shit," he reiterated with a sigh.
"I wouldn't... quite put it like that," Mark said cautiously.
<<I would!>>
Mikey shrugged. "S'okay, I'll figure it out!" he said casually.
<<No you won't, not as long as you're ignoring me! You CANNOT do well without me!>>
Mark let out a sudden yelp as a loud bang from a locker being slammed echoed around. As most of the team burst into hysterics and Mark tried to laugh it off with them, he noticed Danny giving him a concerned look. He smiled and gave a quick thumbs-up, which allowed Danny to return to his strategizing.
"You don't need to be jumpy," Mikey said casually, "You've probably put that cunt out of action for life. He ain't coming back!"
Mark stared at Mikey, turning a little pale.
<<Aww, look at him. He's sad. Hug him. And grope him while you do it. Yes please. Me likey the Marky!>>
"Sorry, was that... I thought... that was a good thing!" Mikey apologised, "I wasn't trying to be funny!"
"S'okay," Mark said unconvincingly.
<<Oh, well done. Now he's all sad and he'll probably mess up in the second half and the team'll lose ANOTHER match because of you! Nice!>>
"It's not okay!" Mikey scowled. "You're not allowed to... to... get all sad and mopey and fuck up the match cos I said something stupid!"
"I... I'm not..." Mark said, slightly bewildered by the sudden switch.
<<Slow clap! I'm saying slow clap because I can't actually clap!>>
"No! Stop!" Mikey said firmly. "You got stuck in a really shitty situation and you did what you had to do to save two people I care about and you can fuck ALL the way off if you think I'm gonna let you be mopey about a cunt like Mark!"
"Tate!" Mark corrected him, more amused than upset now.
"Yeah! Him!" Mikey said with a nod. "Tate's a cunt who spent years hurting Josh and then he came back to hurt Josh again and he could have done really bad stuff to Josh... AND to you, so fuck him. FUCK him. Whatever happens, you did the right thing and he deserved it and you're a fucking hero so... so... cheer the fuck up and keep being great in goal. Got it?"
"Everything okay over there?" Danny called across, hearing the slightly raised voice.
"Yeah, just... the weirdest pep talk I've ever had!" Mark chuckled at Danny. He dropped his gaze back to Mikey and added fondly, "But a good one! Thanks!"
"I... you... I..." Mikey stuttered, surprised by the gratitude.
<<Dunno how the fuck that worked but... clapping. Proper clapping, not slow clapping. That was great!>>
"You're welcome!" Mikey said with a slightly confused nod.
"Let's both be fucking great out there!" Mark said, offering a hand to Mikey, which he accepted and smiled back.
As Josh looked over at the doorway, he heard, "Oh sorry, if you're napping I can come back another time!" For the briefest moment before he blinked to clear his vision he could have sworn it was Rob, but as he came into focus Josh realised it was Milo and smiled sweetly.
"Meh, I'm always napping," Josh shrugged as he sat up groggily, "But I've always got time for my mento!"
"Mentee!" Milo corrected him as he approached the bed.
"That's what I said," Josh replied with a shrug. "Come on, grab a seat!" he said, gesturing to the seat beside his bed.
Milo approached but didn't sit down. He held back a smirk as he saw the words `Chris was here' written on Josh's head, but didn't let on to Josh. Still not sitting, instead he pursed his lips a little, pivoted back and forth coyly on one foot and shot a furtive glance at the bed.
Josh knew the gesture well as smirked as he shuffled across to make room as the younger boy jumped on beside him.
"Yay," Milo giggled as he got comfortable.
It was safe to say that being mentor to Rob's little brother had not been going quite the way he expected. Rob was literally the most important person in Josh's life and knowing how much he cared about his younger sibling, Josh was determined to `raise him right' as soon as he found out he would be mentoring Milo. Josh had gone out of his way to work on improving himself and prepare to be the very best mentor he could. He had stopped fighting with Mikey, working hard to figure out how to show affection without using his fists. He had doubled-down on his studies to be a good example of how to get good grades for the boy. He had thrown himself fully into his extra-curriculars to show himself at his very best!
To begin with, it had gone mostly to plan. The arguments and disagreements in Milo's dorm were far from ideal, but they had allowed Josh to be there as a support for Milo when he needed it. That aside, it was all going great, and then... the cancer! It had understandably taken over Josh's life, and rightfully so. Fighting for his health, his wellbeing and his very survival had become the priority, which meant other things - including Milo – had been put on the back-burner.
Now, with his prognosis looking better and gradually getting into the routine of his treatment, Josh had renewed his determination to become the best mentor ever.
"So what's up?" Milo asked casually, cuddling up to Josh's side.
"I should be asking you that!" Josh replied with a smile.
"Why?" Milo asked, recoiling at the comment. "Did someone say something? Was it Declan? He's such a dick!" he scowled.
"No," Josh replied, shaking his head, though he immediately regretted it as it made him feel slightly dizzy. "Nobody said anything, this is just... y'know, our weekly mentor meeting thing!"
"Oh! No need for that," Milo said, waving his hand dismissively as he cuddled against Josh again. "I'm all good. School, fine. Health, fine. Clubs, fine. Sorted!" he said cheerily, "Don't need to waste your time on that!"
"It's... not a waste!" Josh said, pursing his lips thoughtfully, "I'm meant to be looking out for you!"
"There's nothing to look out for," Milo insisted, "Seriously, I'm good. The only thing I might want some help with..." He trailed off as he let his hand slide down under the covers, caressing its way down Josh's chest and stomach.
"Stop," Josh said gently as he reached down and grasped Milo's hand through the sheets.
"Okay," Milo shrugged, though he didn't pull his hand out, he left it resting casually on Josh's stomach.
"If everything's so fine, then how come Declan's such a dick?" Josh probed curiously.
Milo shrugged and said, "Him, Devon and Jorge are dicks, but it's not a problem!" As he saw Josh still looking at him expectantly, he rolled his eyes and said, "They keep to themselves, so do we. They're dicks, but aside from the occasional cunty comment, we just don't even talk to them. It's fine, it works for us!"
"What sort of cunty comments?" Josh asked, his brow furrowing more.
"Just... being a dick," Milo said with a shrug. "Like the other day, Axel told us he heard Devon calling Leo a wimpy little mama's boy, just cos he spoke to his mum on the phone. Stupid stuff like that. Nothing to worry your shiny little head over!" He reached up to pat Josh's head patronisingly, smirking once again at the writing on it.
Josh winced slightly. The tap to his head wasn't hard, but it still made it throb, though he didn't want to make Milo feel bad so he did his best to conceal it. "It should worry me. That's my job. I'm your mento!" he insisted.
"Mentor!" Milo corrected.
"That's what I said," Josh said, getting a little irritable.
"Hey, chill, it's all good," Milo insisted. He grinned as he said, "If you're feeling crap, I know something that'll cheer you up!" He moved his hand down a little further towards Josh's crotch.
"Milo, stop!" Josh said, a little more firmly this time as he grasped the boy's hand once again.
"Jesus, frigid much!" Milo rolled his eyes, but quickly smirked as he said, "Just my luck to get the only straight `mento' in the school!"
"Just because I don't wanna have sex with you doesn't mean I'm frigid, or straight and saying that stuff is REALLY not cool!" Josh said angrily.
"Geez, chill, I was just kidding!" Milo huffed.
"You don't get like this every time someone says no to you, do you?" Josh asked, clearly concerned about the behaviour.
"Pfft," Milo replied with a dismissive shrug as he pulled his hand out, "I wouldn't know. You're the first person to say it!" He gave a cheeky grin that managed to immediately deflate Josh's anger.
Annoyed at not being able to stay annoyed at the boy, Josh scoffed, "Yeah, sure, right!"
Milo frowned as he sat up and said, "Umm... I'm serious. You're literally the first person who's ever turned me down!"
Josh took a moment to contemplate the brag. It sounded sincere! "So... how many people HAVEN'T turned you down?" he asked curiously.
"Duh, all the rest, obviously!" Milo said with a growing grin.
"Which is how many?" Josh continued to push.
"I dunno, like..." Milo started, then paused, his eyes turning upwards as he seemed to be counting, tapping the body count out on his fingers.
Josh smirked at first, but as he watched the number keep going up, his eyes widened. "You're joking, right?" he asked incredulously.
"Ugh, you made me lose count," Milo complained. "Anyway, are you just counting butt sex or d'you count other things?"
Josh thought for a moment and opted to try and get the full picture as he said, "I guess... anything that involves you with another person where one of you cums!"
"Ah geez, then I REALLY need to start over," Milo complained, "Just gimme a sec!"
Josh watched once again as the boy counted up once more, bewildered.
"Okay, so I may have forgotten someone or accidentally counted some of them twice, but roughly... fifty!" Milo said with a shrug.
"Very funny," Josh sniggered, but as he got a confused look back, his eyes widened once again as he stuttered, "F... f... fifty? Seriously?"
"Yeah, but that's not like... ONLY since I got to Kingswood. That includes the ones back home or from before I came here!" Milo explained. "Why? Is it... a lot? What's your number?"
"Oh, I... I've never..." Josh stammered, "I... umm... there's a lot, but... most of them were... umm..."
"Oh, your... stuff with your brothers, I'm sorry, I didn't think!" Milo said, looking a little tearful as he saw the distress on Josh's face.
"It's okay, you shouldn't have to!" Josh said, steeling his resolve a little. "That's not stuff you EVER need to think about. It's fine, we're good!" he insisted. He slipped an arm around Milo and pulled him close.
"I'm sorry," Milo whispered as he gripped onto Josh.
"It's so weird when it's like this!" James stated, looking around at the empty Year 12 common room.
With the weekend's SCIPS rugby and football matches taking place at King Edwards, the majority of the school's students were away for the full weekend, as the rival school was too far away for a daily commute. James was one of only a few in Year 12 who didn't take part in either sport and was using the peace and quiet to enjoy a game of chess with David.
"The year sevens are still around," David shrugged, "It's pretty manic down on the first floor. I feel kinda sorry for Mr Trent!"
"Mr Ives has pretty much taken the weekend off," James explained, referring to the Master of the third floor, where he resided. "Said he's not even bothering to do the rounds, just says we should message if we need him!"
"Nice," David chuckled, then thought for a moment and explained, "It was even weirder over Christmas when we came over here. It was just empty!"
"On a scale of weirdness, I woulda thought the bit that made it weird was the fact you had to come over here cos a psycho broke in and threatened two of you, but whatever," James said with a slight smirk.
"You do have a point," David said, nodding thoughtfully.
"I'll also have the win if you make that move," James quickly added while David's hand was still on the piece he was moving. He watched as David moved the piece back to its original spot and returned to analysing the board. "You know what else is weird about your whole... Christmas thing?" he asked.
"Danny only ended up naked in public once?" David suggested with a broad grin to James before diverting his gaze back down.
"Well... yes, but not what I meant," James said with a dismissive shrug, "What I meant was... I've heard all about the stories Chris wrote for everyone... except yours!"
"Oh!" David said as he quickly made his move before James could question it. He shrugged in return and said, "It was really sweet. He knows I like making plans, so it was like, this... possible future where I kept making plans and they kept not working out but I still ended up with an amazing partner and successful career and really happy life!"
"Hnnh," James grunted back. As he saw David frown curiously at the noise, he elaborated, "Sorry, that does sound sweet. The `hnnh' was just... I don't get how that equates to Chris not wanting to read the story out to everyone!"
David gulped a little as he recoiled from the comment. He had discussed the reason with Chris at the time. Chris had included something in the story that, if read to the group, would have revealed something about David that he himself hadn't revealed to anyone. The fact Chris knew about it, and supported it, had been quite wonderful but David hadn't felt comfortable confirming it to him as he claimed it was something he should probably discuss with his boyfriend first. So far, that discussion had not taken place!
Pausing for a few moments, David wasn't sure quite how to broach the subject or how to word his thoughts on it. For a brief moment, he considered attempting a total subject change, but he had James alone and the subject had been brought up – there really wouldn't ever be a better time for it. Rather than verbalising it, he reached for his phone as James made his next move and sent him a file. "I've just... sent you Chris' story. Maybe you could read it while I... ponder my next move!"
"No need," James replied with a shrug. As he got a surprised look from David, he added, "The next move, I mean, not the story. That's checkmate!" He moved one of his pieces.
David looked at the board for a few moments, running through all possible moves, then scowled a little and said, "I hate you sometimes!"
"Shh, reading!" James hushed him, though he was smirking as he said it, knowing David wasn't serious.
Rather than just sitting and staring, David sat quietly packing away the chess set, growing increasingly anxious at the lack of response from James.
"Hmm, that really is sweet," James said as he put down his phone, "But Chris REALLY needs to do more proofreading. So many ungrammatical moments!"
"Like... what?" David asked anxiously.
James smirked and said, "Well he kept saying they' instead of he' when he talked about you. What does he think's gonna happen in the future? You're gonna split and there'll be multiple littler Davids running around?" He sniggered at his own comment.
"That's not a typo!" David said, slightly annoyed.
"So he's deliberately wrong? That's just stupid!" James scoffed.
"It's not wrong, either!" David said, genuinely unsure whether James was being deliberately obtuse.
James tutted and rolled his eyes. "Oh, I get it," he said with a sigh, "That's a weird story choice! Like, I know the chances are at least one or two of you guys are gonna jump on the whole silly... gender bandwagon thing, but why would he pick YOUR story for it? You're the most sensible one out of the lot of ya!"
David's anger was instantly replaced by debilitating sadness at the comment. Having Chris not only notice his move towards identifying as non-binary, but go out of his way to highlight his acceptance of it was wonderful. So having James – his own boyfriend – say something like that was made even more painful. Picking up his phone, he looked at the screen and said, "I forgot, I have a thing to get to, I'll catch up with you later!"
"Okay, see ya," James shrugged, then pursed his lips to indicate he wanted a goodbye kiss.
David gave James a quick peck and rushed for the door, only just managing to hold back tears until he got outside.
Mikey answered the call and Nicky appeared on-screen, immediately calling out, "Congratulations!"
<<I think humans need a third arm so we can hold a knife, fork AND spoon all at once!>>
Mikey shook his head slightly at the errant thought and grinned back at Nicky as he said, "Thanks! It was a great match!"
"I heard. Five-one. I'm no football expert but I'm fairly sure that's a pretty good outcome!" Nicky chuckled.
Mikey shrugged and said, "Goal totals only matter if it's close for who goes through, but with two wins we're pretty much guaranteed a place in the top group for round two!"
Nicky nodded for a moment and said, "Sure, if you say so. You're smiling so I'm just going to nod and agree!"
<<He's laughing at you. He thinks you're stupid!>>
"Are you joking or are you insulting me?" Mikey asked bluntly.
"Just joking of course!" Nicky said, slightly taken aback by the abrupt question.
<<And now he's lying! Hang up!>>
"No, he's not!" Mikey growled quietly.
Nicky was confused for a moment then nodded gently and asked, "Is that... are you... hearing them?"
<<Them? THEM!? Fucking rude! Seriously, hang up on the rude, beautiful, sexy, hung... wait, where was I?>>
"Yeah," Mikey nodded. "They're... a bit all over the place today!"
<<That third arm could be useful for other things too!>>
"Can I help?" Nicky asked cautiously.
"You already are," Mikey said with a sincere smile.
<<Oh my god, we love him. Nicky will you marry me... him... us... someone!>>
"Good," Nicky said with a nod, though he still looked visibly concerned. "So what's the rest of the day looking like for you?" he asked, trying to keep things moving.
"Last matches of the day are the year thirteens, so we're gonna go cheer the Kingswood team on, then it'll be dinner, and this evening... probably not much going on. I think fun is literally banned here!" Mikey said, never a fan of the strictness at King Edwards. "What you been up to today?" he asked curiously.
<<I bet he'd marry you if you had three hands. That'd be enough to handle that donkey dick!>>
"Not a lot, it's freakishly quiet here! Was nice sleeping in this morning though!" Nicky said with a happy nod.
<>
"Oh yeah. Sleep in alone or didya have company?" Mikey asked with a devilish grin.
Nicky rolled his eyes, but couldn't help smirking as he said, "I was just saving Chris from waking up alone!"
<<And then... donkey dick!>>
"So you just woke up together and then went about your day, I take it?" Mikey asked knowingly, giggling playfully.
"We... may have done things," Nicky said coyly.
"Did he have you tied up and blindfolded again?" Mikey asked with a massive grin.
<<FUCK!!!!>>
Mikey's eyes suddenly widened as he realised what he had said and paused, hoping Nicky hadn't caught on.
"When has he..." Nicky started, but stopped, eyes widening to match Mikey's. "Wait, are you... are you saying..."
<<Fuck! Abort! Hang up the phone! Pretend to have signal issues! FAKE A HEART ATTACK!>>
"Just... y'know... mucking around!" Mikey lied poorly.
<<Wow, even my heart attack idea was better than THAT! Lame!!>>
"Mikey, are you..." Nicky started, still visibly shocked, "Are you saying... Chris is Locky?"
"Yeah, he's really LUCKY to... to have a... a friend like you!" Mikey said, offering a forced cheesy grin.
<<Ugh!>>
"Mikey!" Nicky scowled.
"Fine. Yes. Sorry, I know you didn't want me to tell you..." Mikey started.
"It's fine," Nicky cut him off. "I... I was... starting to think about trying to find out, so... now I do!" he said slightly absently.
<<Okay, now he doesn't think you're stupid, he just hates you! Nicely done, fuckwit!>>
"I'm really sorry Nicky. Please, please don't hate me!" Mikey pleaded.
"Hey, hey, hey," Nicky said, shaking his head, "I don't hate you Mikey. I have a feeling that was HIM saying that, right?" As Mikey nodded back, Nicky added, "Well any time he says that, he's either lying or mistaken because I could never hate you, got it?"
<<On one hand, he could be telling the truth. On the other hand, that's exactly the sort of lie a liar would say. And on the OTHER hand... ha, see, another use for that third hand!>>
"Mikey?" Nicky prompted as the other boy went quiet.
"Sorry, he's... they're being... never mind. But I'm sorry anyway, okay!" Mikey said with a gentle head bob.
"Look, are you sure it's Chris? How do you know?" Nicky asked curiously.
<<Would juggling be easier or harder with three hands?>>
Mikey frowned again as he tried to clear his head. "Before Christmas, the day Locky unlocked you I overheard Chris talking about doing it!" he explained. As he saw Nicky thinking it all over, he asked quietly, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Nicky replied with a gentle nod, "Just... some things to think about!" Glancing at the screen, he quickly added, "But I'm not mad, I promise. We're all good and it's still a great weekend and you just won your freaking match, so... smiles all round!"
<<He's got such a cute smile!>>
Football versus rugby. A common rivalry, though usually a fairly harmless and playful one for the boys of Kingswood. With six boys who played for both teams and the two respective captains being very close friends, the Year 10 rivalry was not particularly pronounced, but there were still odd occasions where it popped up.
The Year 10 Kingswood students had all ended up in a single dorm! While it was a fairly large space, it didn't really feel it with fifteen sets of bunk beds in it – three along the back wall, three along each side wall, one either side of the door and a cluster of four in the centre of the room. With twenty-seven Kingswood boys present, three of the bunks were empty, but that didn't make the space any less cramped.
The previous night, they had all been worn out from a day of classes followed by a long journey and late arrival, resulting in most of them sleeping pretty easily. Tonight though, with half the group hyped up from their win earlier in the day and the other half anticipating the rugby match the following morning, things were a little more excitable.
How the subject of football versus rugby came up nobody really knew, but soon enough the group had split into two tribes. With Josh not present, there were only five boys who belonged to both teams and they had ended up caught in the middle of the playful squabbling. However, when the idea of an actual contest between the two groups came up, it became necessary for them to choose sides.
"Captain's choice," someone had suggested, which Danny and Rob had quickly agreed to. One coin toss later, it had been decided for Danny to pick first.
"Mark, come join the winning team," Danny teased, getting boos from the rugby lads.
"Yeah, you won, but not at a real sport," Rob goaded back, then looked to the remaining four and said to Ryan Wright, "Wrighty, get over here!"
"Real sport?" Danny scoffed, "Oh yeah, cos it takes so much skill to pick up a ball and run around with it! I mean, running WHILE holding something. That takes skill!" He got a few insults thrown back at him from the rugby lads and laughs from his football friends. He looked to Gray and smiled as he said, "Gonna channel my inner Nicky and keep on stalking. Gray, you're with us!"
Gray mover over to join the football boys.
"You do know that in football they only call it dribbling because that's about all you mindless plebs know how to do!" Rob insulted back before making his next choice. Letting his gaze flit between Oliver Green and Jeffrey Turner, he shrugged and said, "Sorry Jeff, Oli, you're with us!"
"Does this mean I get to sit this out and watch you all make arses of yourselves?" Jeff asked with a smirk, unbothered at being the last one left.
"He could be the referee," Danny suggested with a shrug.
"I suppose he'd be impartial," Rob agreed.
"Yeah, he hates everyone equally, the miserable fucker!" Kyle said with a grin, getting a laugh from the rest of their dorm and an indifferent nod of agreement from Jeff.
A couple of volunteers quickly threw a game together to allow the two teams to compete. As they knew they didn't have long before lights-out would be (strictly) enforced, they decided to keep it silly and brief. One person would be chosen at random, along with a random event from a list of thirteen that had been hastily scribbled on scraps of paper. The chosen person could then select their opponent from the opposing team to face off against, with the loser choosing a random forfeit. Ultimately, the team with the most wins would be declared the winner.
"Wait, we need a prize for the winning team," Harley suggested as they were preparing to start.
"Or a forfeit for the losing one!" Mikey added with a snigger from beside him.
"Oy, no fraternizing with the enemy!" Danny scowled at Mikey.
"I don't know what that is, but fuck off either way," Mikey said, throwing his arms around Harley just to antagonise Danny with a mischievous grin.
"Facials!" Jazz suddenly called out. The looks he got were a mixture of confusion, excitement and revulsion. "Winning team jizzes in the faces of the losing team!" he clarified.
"Wait, so if I win I gotta jerk off in front of y'all!" Kyle grumbled.
"Are you saying you'd rather have someone cum in your face?" Adrian asked his boyfriend with a teasing smirk.
"Yeah, kinda," Kyle said with an embarrassed shrug.
"Whatever. Unless anyone's got any better ideas, let's do it!" Jazz urged them.
When it turned out nobody actually DID have any better ideas, it was reluctantly agreed and the game began. The first name pulled out was Rich Jackson, who drew out Hold breath the longest' from the list of challenges. He promptly picked Ben Hill and the two quickly competed with Ben coming out as the winner, much to Rich's annoyance, especially when he drew the forfeit, Lick winner's armpit' from the pile. Ben had happily whipped off his t-shirt and raised his arm as Rich unhappily paid up, running his tongue up the expanse of dark skin as the rest of the crowd gagged or laughed or cheered.
The next round saw Jon Hughes lose to Justin Roberts in a long jump contest, resulting in him being written on by Justin. He now had to spend the night with amusing and offensive things written across his forehead, cheeks and chest. After that, Kayden Evans had been randomly chosen, with a challenge `get tickled for the longest' chosen for him. As soon as he picked Jazz as his opponent, everyone knew the outcome. They had barely been going three seconds before the over-ticklish Jazz shrieked for it to stop.
Jazz's feeble submission had earned him one of the harshest forfeits, which even his own team agreed he deserved – he had to strip naked then go and knock on the door of another dorm and stay there until someone answered. He had stripped off and walked out into the hallway as everyone else piled out to watch him go and knock on the door. For giving up so easily, it had been made worse when his team had insisted the door he chosen was that of his old school, Fothergill. When the door opened, it had been met with yells, cheers and laughs before Jazz legged it back to the Kingswood dorm.
The next event had Aaron Moore easily winning a `longest handstand' contest against Tim Clarke, with Tim enduring a truly vicious nipple twister for the loss. The next name drawn out was Danny. As team captain, everyone was keen to see what he would have to do and who he would choose to compete against.
As Danny drew out his challenge, he read out, "Push ups!" He got cheers from the football team and boos from the rugby boys who insisted it was rigged, as a physical challenge like that was clearly in Danny's favour, as one of the fittest boys in the year. Grinning as he looked round the remaining rugby lads, he shrugged and said, "We really should make this captain on captain, shouldn't we! And with Jazz already done, that leaves..." He looked to Rob.
"You're a dick!" Rob grumbled as he got up and prepared himself to start doing push-ups.
The two boys started, going at the same pace as it was about endurance not speed. As expected, it really didn't take long before Rob was showing signs of strain.
"Put someone under him and he could go all night," Ben Hill sniggered, nodding toward Danny.
"Hey, shut up!" Mikey immediately snapped.
"It's fine, Mikey," Danny said, shaking his head without breaking pace.
"Ugh, fine, you win!" Rob grunted before anyone could say anything else, flopping down onto the ground. "Someone draw me a forfeit. My arms don't work anymore!" he requested, getting laughs from his team.
Jazz eagerly reached into the shrinking pile and pulled out a piece of paper that stated, "Loser has to say whatever the winner tells him to!"
As Danny grinned, Rob growled and looked at him, then complained, "I already told you this once, but it bears repeating... you're a dick!"
Danny ignored the insult and started eagerly typing away on his phone. A few of the others tried to look what he was writing, but he kept it concealed until he handed it over to Rob. "Someone should totally record this!" Danny suggested.
Jazz was happy to oblige. Despite being Danny's opposition, it was just a fun opportunity to tease his boyfriend, so he started recording.
Rob scowled at Danny's phone then shook his head at the grinning boy. "Fine. Let's just get it over with. I'll start by saying I am not CHOOSING to say this. I'm being made to, so none of it's true!"
"Don't worry, we'll edit that bit out," Jazz said, getting laughs from both teams.
Rob looked amusingly frustrated as he glared at Jazz, then looked back to Danny's phone and said, "My name is Rob Wilson and I wanted to take this opportunity to say first of all that rugby is a ridiculous non-sport and just something for people to do who are too shit to play football." He paused as the rugby boys booed as the footballers burst into hysterics. "And secondly, I thought the world should know that I think Danny Davies is the greatest person I have ever met in my life and he is sexy and funny and a wonderful person and when I grow up I want to be just like him, but obviously not as good looking because I look like me. Football rules, rugby sucks!" He thrust Danny's phone back to him as everyone rolled around laughing and said, "I don't think I like you anymore!"
Danny grabbed Rob in a hug and kissed him on the cheek as he said, "You love me and you know it!" He quickly turned to Jazz and asked, "Who's next?"
The next two challenges both passed quickly, with Kevin Wood having to lick Jason Johnson's balls as his forfeit, while Kyle lost a challenge against JC (aka Jeremy Clark) and had to send a dick pic to a random contact. Much to everyone's disappointment, it ended up being another member of the football team who promptly deleted it in solidarity. When Mikey's name came up next, the room went slightly quiet. If it was a physical challenge, Mikey's aggression could be a problem, so it was almost a relief when he drew a challenge that said, `Best kisser'.
"How does that work? I pick someone and kiss them and you decide who's best based on... how it looks?" Mikey asked incredulously, getting a few sniggers.
"Actually, I thought our referee could be of use here!" Jazz said excitedly, getting a scowl from Jeff. "You and your rival both kiss Jeff and he decides who's best!"
"Hey! Don't I get any say in this?" Jeff complained.
"No, now shut up and pucker up! Jazz said as laughter rippled around them. "Mikey, who's it to be?" he asked.
"Duh!" Mikey said, shaking his head. He threw his arm around Harley and said, "Come on, midgetboy. I'm gonna kick your ass at something you can't blame on being smaller!"
"Oh, it's SO on, you ginger cuntflap!" Harley said back.
Although Mikey's temperament had cooled a lot over the last couple of years, he was still a boy that few risked messing with, so it was always a source of shock and surprise when the diminutive Harley insulted him. Mikey just shrugged it off as they both approached Jeff.
"Ugh, come on then, who's first?" Jeff asked moodily.
Mikey didn't speak, he just grabbed Jeff and pulled him into a kiss. Holding him for several seconds as the shock wore off, Jeff began to kiss back as their tongues began to explore. Turning Jeff to give the rest of the dorm a show, he dipped him at the same time, smirking into the other boy's mouth at the sudden tightening of his grip as he feared being dropped to the floor. After several seconds, Mikey pulled away and gave a grin to the spectating boys who began to cheer.
"Hnnh!" Jeff grunted, completely blindsided by the passionate embrace. His shock quickly gave way to panic as Mikey let go of him and he flopped heavily to the ground.
"Wow, how d'ya follow that?" Jazz asked, elbowing Harley teasingly.
"Like this!" Harley said as he jumped forward, straddled Jeff and grabbed his arms. Pinning them down either side of his head, he leaned down to start kissing him with just as much passion as Mikey had just demonstrated. Almost a minute later, with the `referee' still pinned, Harley sat back up and shot a smile to the audience who once again cheered.
"Fucking hell," Jeff muttered as Harley climbed off him, propping himself up on both elbows.
"I say the winner is whichever one of them gave him that!" Rob called out, pointing to the bulge of an unmistakable erection.
"Fuck!" Jeff grunted, sitting up as he folded his arms across his lap, blushing at the laughing boys surrounding him. "That... that was just... shut up!" he pouted.
"Come on boner boy, we need a winner!" Harley teased.
"Fine. For that, it's Mikey!" Jeff said as he flipped Harley off.
"Rude!" Harley complained.
"But the right answer!" Mikey said with a confident smile. "C'mon shorty, pick your punishment!"
Harley muttered under his breath as he reached out to grab a piece of paper but let out a laugh as he read it. Handing it to Mikey, he laughed too.
"Great timing," Mikey said as he brandished the forfeit, "Loser kisses a person of the winner's choosing!"
There was a sudden chorus of laughs and oohs before Jazz started, "So who does he have to..."
"Me!" Mikey interjected. "You just saw him. No way I'm giving any of you that when I can have it myself!" Mikey said as he flopped down onto the floor. "Come on, Harl. Gimme the good stuff!"
"Yay!" Harley said as he launched himself onto Mikey and started kissing him.
After a few moments, they showed no signs of stopping so the rest of the group opted to simply leave them to it and continue the games. Brandon White lost a challenge to Adrian and got a slap to the balls as his forfeit. Anthony Hall lost to Steve Harris and drew a forfeit that stated, `Share a bed for the night with the loser of the next challenge', which ended up being Mark versus Ryan Wright in an arm-wrestling contest – Mark won an easy victory. The penultimate challenge saw Jenson Thomas in an endurance contest against Gray, which Gray lost, resulting in him licking Jenson's foot, much to the amusement and revulsion of the rest of the boys.
By the time the last challenge came round, both the football and rugby teams had six wins each, meaning the entire contest came down to a limbo competition between Tommy Lewis and Oli Green. Much to the football team's dismay, Oli lost (and earned ten spanks as his own punishment) which meant an overall win for the rugby lads.
"Right, come on, no time to waste. I dunno about you guys but I don't really fancy Mr Hargreaves walking in on me knocking one out over Kayden's face!" Jazz urged the group on, continuing in his role as game leader. "Someone give those two a nudge!" he said, gesturing to Mikey and Harley who were still happily making out on the floor.
"He's REALLY good at that!" Mikey said a little dreamily as Harley was pulled off him, much to the amusement of everyone else, "Jeff totally made the wrong call, he's way better than me!"
"Nah, you're way better!" Harley said, blushing a little.
"Oh, I know, I was just being nice!" Mikey said back with a casual shrug.
"Oh my god, flirt on your own time. We gots us some wanking to do!" Jazz demanded, "And Jeff, the kissy boys got ya all worked up, you should join them!"
"Yeah, but it's your call whether you wanna join Harley and cum on Mikey or join Mikey and have Harley cum on you!" Rob added.
"Gee, I wonder which I'll choose," Jeff said, rolling his eyes as he stood up and started groping at himself as half the other boys started doing the same.
All around the room, the boys were paired up as they had been for the challenges. While the losers were on their knees in front of their masturbating rivals, most of them were playing with themselves too.
"I bet you're SO devastated you lost!" Rob sniggered as he stood looking down at Danny.
"Oh yeah, it's so awful," Danny said sarcastically with a smirk as he contemplated the imminent facial.
While many of the boys were reaching inside their clothing to jerk off, shy about being fully on show, several of the boys were unashamedly stripping off. The room, already ripe from the smell of two dozen teenage boys was now positively pungent with the smell of dicks and sweat, while the sound of masturbation, grunts, groans and moans floated around them.
Knowing time was short and spurred on by Jazz's chilling comment about being caught, none of them were wasting any time. This wasn't a relaxed, leisurely wank, this was just a roomful of boys eager to shoot a load as quickly as possible. It seemed nobody wanted to be first to cum, but as soon as someone did, it was like a starting pistol in an ejaculation race.
Loads began to fly, quickly accompanied by laughs or groans as spunk smeared the faces of the losing team or spattered onto the floor at the feet of the winners. Danny received a faceful from Rob and Mikey got drenched in the dual loads of Jeff and Harley. The boys who finished first quickly tucked their dicks away and turned their attention to watch the rest of the losers getting plastered, cheering and laughing along as the noise grew once again.
Several minutes later, with every load shot and the boys cleaned up, there was a quick tap on the door before Mr Hargreaves stepped inside. He gagged a little from the smell and said, "Yeah, you lads need to open a window... or maybe take out an entire wall!" It got a shriek of laughter from the two teams.
Nicky sat hunched up on his bunk, staring down the dorm and out the door into the living area where Chris was sitting with David and Andy Walker (the only other Year 10 not away at King Edwards). He had barely taken his eyes off Chris since his call to Mikey earlier.
Chris. Is. Locky.
The words could barely register in Nicky's brain. For months he had been at the mercy of the mysterious stranger with no clue to his identity and it had been... wonderful! He had loved their time together and always looked forward to their meetings, but recently he had also started to think there was maybe more to it. There had been a couple of occasions where he had been sure `Locky' was about to kiss him. Nicky would have been okay with that. More than okay, actually. He had found himself wanting it.
Developing an attraction to someone he didn't even know was a bizarre sensation, but it was the first romantic attraction he had felt since he became single over eighteen months ago. He wasn't sure that's what it was, but it was fun to feel it anyway. How could he not? Locky was wonderful. He had kept Nicky locked in chastity for months, and edged him mercilessly every week. Considering Nicky feared chastity and despised being edged, it was a veritable miracle that he had ever gone back for a second visit, let alone continued it for months.
Locky just seemed to understand him. He understood Nicky's body. He understood Nicky's needs. He was a great listener... though that was likely just a result of the fact he didn't speak, but even through their non-verbal communication he had felt a connection, but now it all made sense. Of course he had a connection! If Locky was Chris, then that made him one of Nicky's best friends in the world. It made Locky his ex-boyfriend. It made Locky someone Nicky trusted completely.
So if Nicky loved Locky, and Locky was Chris then... Nicky loved Chris! That was unthinkable. Chris was with Danny now. He was happy with Danny. Or... was he? It was undeniable that Danny had not been himself for a while. He had been depressed and Nicky knew that wasn't easy to be around. It must have been even harder for Chris to be dating someone living like that. So maybe Chris wasn't happy. Maybe Chris was looking for... something else!
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Nicky muttered to himself as the possibilities ran through his head. He needed to talk to someone about this, but all of the usual people he would confide in were either away for the weekend or... Chris!
Nicky just kept staring at Chris.
"Okay, okay," Nicky muttered quietly to himself. "Think... calmly. Just stay calm, okay! Great, yeah, talking to myself, totally normal, completely rational. Fuck!" He stopped, breathing heavily as his mind kept racing. "Okay, seriously, chill. You don't even know if you loved Locky but even if you did, that doesn't mean that what you THOUGHT is what's real. You probably imagined it all. I mean... it's Chris and Danny! There's no way Chris is EVER giving that up... wait, not unless they're, like... open. They wouldn't be the first. They already sleep with other people, why not date other people too. Maybe that's what this is! Fuck. Oh my fucking god, just... stop thinking about it! Stop thinking about him... tying you up and... and... taking control of you and... fuck, why am I hard? Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!"
Nicky closed his eyes tightly, focusing on his breathing for a few minutes as he tried to clear his head and calm down. "Just... breathe!" he whispered to himself, eyes still closed.
"Most of us don't need a reminder for that!"
Nicky let out a yelp of surprise as he jumped at the sudden voice. As his eyes shot open, he saw Chris and David both standing there, grinning.
"Were you meditating?" David asked curiously, "It looked like meditation!"
"Umm... yeah, I... I suppose," Nicky replied, keeping his gaze fixed on David. "Andy gone?" he asked, eager for a subject change.
"Mmm-huh," Chris hummed. "I told him he could stay over but I reckon he wants his dorm to himself so he can wank the night away!"
Nicky laughed awkwardly at the comment, squirming a little as he felt his cock still throbbing.
"I told David he could stay in here too, and he said yes," Chris said, throwing an arm around David. "Apparently he's got something he wants to talk to us about!"
"Actually... mainly you," David said a little shyly. He glanced at Nicky and said, "Sorry, that's probably rude!"
"No! It's perfect!" Nicky declared, glad to have a reason to keep his distance from Chris. He realised he had likely been a bit over-emphatic and explained sheepishly, "I mean... you can share with Chris and talk about... whatever you wanna talk about. You know I like my space in bed!"
"Yeah, I guess so," David chuckled.
Chris had taken a few moments to figure out what David might want, but suddenly nodded as he asked, "Wait, is this about... the thing in the story?"
David nodded silently.
"Great, I'll leave you two to start talking while I go get ready for bed!" Nicky said, shuffling off the bed as discreetly as he could without revealing his bulge. He made a mad dash for the door, closing it behind him, glad to be away from Chris. "Fuck," he repeated as he looked down at the tent in his shorts.
Hurrying along to the toilets, and glad of the relative emptiness of the building, Nicky hurried into a cubicle and shut the door. As he pulled out his dick, he grasped both hands around it and started pumping away. He had just wanted the erection gone and this seemed like the easiest way to make sure it didn't pop back up, but the moment he closed his eyes he found himself thinking about Locky.
"Ah fuck," he moaned as he stroked himself, imagining himself back in the Underground, locked in the restraints again. He pulled one of his hands off his enormous cock and slipped it under his t-shirt, then up onto his nipple. He had never been overly into nipple stimulation, not compared to some of his friends, but something about them now just felt so... enticing. They were how Locky talked to him – one for yes, the other for no.
Squeezing the `yes' nipple, he stroked away at his colossal erection, eyes closed tightly as he pictured himself locked in place. He reached the edge and stopped, teasing himself with the denial of his release. "Let me cum," he gasped breathlessly as he imagined the other boy was in control.
He began stroking again and stopped just before he shot, letting out a slight whimper of frustration. "I wanna cum," he gasped, "Please... please..."
Was it Chris he was picturing? It was where his mind kept going. Chris is Locky. Chris is Locky. Over and over in his head. If you love Locky, you love Chris and you can't, that's stupid, he's with one of your best friends!' he thought to himself as he edged again. That's stupid. Chris wants Danny. Only Danny. He always has!' he thought, edging once again. `If it's true and he wants you... you can't let it happen, and if it's all in your head, then you're just making a dick of yourself, so either way it has to stop. You have to end it!'
"Ah fuuuuck!" Nicky yelled out as he finally crossed the threshold and began to ejaculate. With his eyes still tightly closed, he didn't even look where he was shooting, he just pumped out shot after shot of thick goo.
Finally, after a dozen spurts and a few more dribbles, he opened his eyes, coming back down to reality as he looked at the mess he had made. The horniness was gone, but the racing thoughts about Chris – and Locky – were still with him. "Fuck," he huffed quietly.
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/