The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Monday 31 August 2020

Chris awoke to a pleasurable sensation that felt like a long-forgotten memory. For the briefest moment, just on the verge of consciousness, he thought he may still be dreaming but as reality crept in, he was absolutely certain the mouth on his cock was real. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation as he slowly came to his senses.

Danny was waking him with a blow job. That had to be a good sign that their sexual-but-not-romantic and affectionate-but-not-too-affectionate relationship was unaffected by Danny’s new boyfriend, right? Still enjoying the slow, sensuous sucking, he felt lips on his shoulder, kissing gently.

Still not fully alert, it took a second for Chris to realise that unless puberty had taken a REALLY strange turn for Danny, he did not possess two mouths! “Danny?” he gasped as he opened his eyes and looked to the side blearily.

“Nope!” Nicky grinned back at him, then gave him a brief playful kiss.

“D… Danny?” Chris queried again, lifting the covers. The shock of ginger hair he saw told him it was Mikey, without even needing to see his face.

Chris dropped the covers and looked round the rest of the two single bunks recently turned into a double. Seeing no sign of his best friend, he felt his jaw tremble for a moment before he burst into tears.

“Are my kisses that bad?” Nicky asked, resorting to humour in the face of emotion, as always.

Chris laughed slightly through the tears but continued to cry, raising a hand to cover his face.

Nicky reached down under the covers and tugged at Mikey’s shoulder, signalling for him to come back up. As the cute, ginger boy emerged from under the covers, grinning, his expression quickly changed as he saw what was happening. “Aww, Chris…” he muttered, then grabbed the crying boy tightly.

Nicky and Mikey lay either side of Chris, holding him as he wept for a minute before he began to calm a little.

“Chris, what’s wrong?” Mikey asked, lifting his head from the other boy’s chest to look at him. “Was it what I was doing? Was it bad?”

“Oh, no… no!” Chris insisted, raising a hand to gently tease Mikey’s messy hair. “No that was nice,” he added, still sniffing back tears. “It’s…” he paused.

“Danny, right?” Nicky asked from the other side.

“Mmm-huh,” Chris hummed, resisting the urge to fall back into full-on sobbing.

“He said he had to go meet someone,” Nicky explained. “But he didn’t want you to wake up alone so… here we are!”

‘Someone? I can guess who!’ Chris thought to himself, feeling his jaw quivering again. “Okay,” was what he had intended to say, but what actually came out was more like a vomit of thoughts and emotions. “He’s got a boyfriend, that’s who he’s meeting, it’s got to be and he said things wouldn’t change but he didn’t even wake up with me on the first day and that feels like a pretty big change to me and that already sucks badly enough but I’m so freaking in love with him but I can’t tell him cos I have to be a supportive friend like he’s always been to me and be okay with him dating my mentor, cos by the way, that’s who his boyfriend is, Brian… MY Brian, so it’s my best friend and my mentor probably fucking somewhere right now and I just have to be okay with it which I totally am even though it doesn’t look like it cos they’re really fucking perfect together but me and Danny would be perfect together too but I waited too long to tell him how I felt and I missed my chance and now I’ll never be with him so I’m stuck feeling like this forever!”

Mikey and Nicky just stared at each other for a few moments, mouths slightly agape with Chris laying between them and panting, having got through most of his insane ramble without breathing.

“What…” Mikey started.

“The actual…” Nicky continued.

“Fuck?” Mikey finished.

Despite his wet cheeks and puffy eyes, Chris managed to chuckle sincerely at the two boys. They had gone into the summer break already close, but they had come back from their four weeks together even closer, and it was quite adorable to behold. “Sorry guys, that was a lot!”

“No, no,” Nicky said, shaking his head dismissively. “All sounded reasonable to me!”

“Except for Danny having a boyfriend!” Mikey said, looking shocked.

“And it being your mentor,” Nicky went on.

“And you being in love with him!” Mikey exclaimed, surprised but not surprised.

“And you waiting too long to tell him!” Nicky added.

“Ugh, stop that!” Chris said, looking back and forth between them as they spoke, “You’re making me dizzy!”

“Sorry,” Nicky apologised, giving Mikey a quick look.

“Yeah, we’ll…” Mikey continued.

“Stop doing it!” Nicky finished.

Chris scowled at them both as they sniggered to each other but then burst into laughter, pulling both of them closer. “You guys are so annoying,” he chuckled.

“Thanks,” Nicky said with a grin. He pulled himself up a little, propping his head up on his arm as he lay to Chris’ side, looking down at him with Mikey mirroring his position on the other side. “Now why don’t you try telling us all about it, but this time maybe use sentences… and breathing!”

Chris and let his head loll to the side, leaning on Nicky’s arm, ready to explain it all.

*****

“We’re fucking whether you’re in here or not!” Brian had stated bluntly to his three dormmates shortly after Danny had let himself in, jumped on top of his boyfriend and woken the entire dorm.

“If I’m okay with watching, can I stay?” Sam had asked, getting a laugh from the others as Brian looked ready to force him out of the dorm. He reluctantly left with the others.

“Alone at last!” Brian said, looking up at the boy straddling him. He reached up towards Danny’s grinning face.

“Wait, hold up!” Danny yelped, suddenly jumping to his feet. He pulled off his t-shirt, tossed it aside then pulled down his shorts and flicked them across the room with his foot. He stood naked over his boyfriend, his erection bobbing teasingly between them before he dropped back to his knees.

“I almost forgot how fucking beautiful you are!” Brian said dreamily as he stroked Danny’s arm with one hand, the other resting on his smooth thigh.

It still felt strange hearing Brian say such loving things. For the majority of their first year together, he had done nothing but tease, both working under the foolish misconception that it had been anything other than love at first sight. “Well, I’m happy to remind you!” Danny grinned back at him.

Brian raised his hands up above his head, casually fiddling with the pillow as he put his pits on show.

Danny’s eyes were immediately drawn to the small tufts of hair in the older boy’s pits. He had not really noticed them before. He wondered if it was new, but then realised they had never really taken the time to explore each other’s bodies. The early days of their sexual encounters had taken place exclusively at gloryholes, so they were both intimately familiar with each other’s genitals.

After that, their two other encounters had been fully ‘in-person’ but had been somewhat brief in their passion. For the first, there had been no thought to it, it was simply a shared reaction to the relief of good news when they were expecting bad. The second had been more romantic, an ‘I love you’ literally written in the (fake) stars followed by a passionate consummation of their feelings (i.e. they fucked fast and hard!)

Then had come the summer, six weeks apart and they had spoken daily. In many ways it had done them good. It had given them time to get to know each other, to get used to the banter and teasing and jokes but know the real feelings behind them. It had also, of course, left them both horny little fuck-monkeys and in that moment, both were feeling the need for Brian’s dick and Danny’s butt to get re-acquainted. There was no rush though. Brian’s dormmates would stay away until told it was safe to return and neither boy had any imminent plans. That meant there was time for exploration.

Danny pulled the bed covers down a little, bringing Brian’s chest into view. He let out a happy sigh before letting his hands cup the fifteen-year-old’s well-developed pecs, feeling the slight prod of firm nipples beneath his palms.

Brian let his own hands begin to explore Danny’s body. He had seen it so many times during Danny’s first year, though so had the rest of the school! The difference between Brian and the others was that he was allowed to touch. Most of them would never get to feel the silky-smooth skin, the warmth, the firmness, the surprising muscles built from multiple visits to the gym each week. Brian felt truly blessed to be able to enjoy the boy in a way so few others would, so be able to touch him for nothing more than the sheer delight of being together. “I love you, Danny!” he mumbled, almost unintentionally.

“Love you too,” Danny said with a sweet smile, then leaned down to kiss Brian. Their lips met and both boys let out a mew of delight. Danny quickly pulled back and said, “But don’t call me Danny!”

Brian chuckled. That was their ‘thing’. Brian had never used the younger boys name, always throwing out cute, teasing or playful nicknames instead, which Danny usually responded to with an angry yelp of, “It’s Danny!” Part of Brian’s confession of love had been the admission that even hearing Danny’s name made him go a little weak, so the nicknames were to stop his stomach churning and legss turning to jelly from saying his actual name. It had been met with a similar confession from Danny that, despite his adamant protests, he loved the nicknames.

“Sorry sugarplum!” Brian smirked. “That better?”

Danny just grinned and nodded before leaning in for another kiss. Each time their lips met, Danny’s determination to ‘take it slow and explore’ faded and his need for more grew rapidly in its place. As he sat back up again, he pulled the covers further down, shuffled past them so he was straddling Brian’s chest, then reached back and tossed the covers away entirely.

Brian seemed to share his eagerness and, once he was uncovered, reached past Danny to push his boxers down, pulling them the rest of the way with his foot.

Danny shuffled back again, his own erection laying atop Brian’s. It was a pleasant sensation, but a stark reminder of their differing development. Brian had a narrow treasure trail that ran from his navel into the bush of light brown pubes while Danny was mostly smooth with just a tiny patch of blonde pubes beginning to sprout. While Danny’s cock had certainly grown recently, maxing out at a slender thirteen centimetres, Brian’s was both much longer and thicker.

Danny ground his dick against Brian’s, their balls pressing together too, Danny’s once again dwarfed by his older boyfriend’s. “Got lube?” Danny asked, any pretence of foreplay vanished the moment their erections met.

Brian rolled slightly onto his side, reached out to the cabinet beside his bed and pulled out a large pump bottle of lube. As he saw Danny giving it a smirk, he said, “Those little packs the school has are no friend of the environment, especially with how often I plan to need it!”

“I like how you think,” Danny giggled, reaching out to pump a glob of goo into his hand. While Brian lubed up his cock, Danny slicked his hole. He knew this would be a little uncomfortable, after all he had only been fucked twice, the last of which was several weeks ago now. He had played with himself over the summer, partly to try and keep himself ‘ready’ but mostly because his own fingers played the part of Brian’s cock in his masturbatory fantasies.

“Wanna change position?” Brian asked as Danny stayed straddling his stomach.

“Nope, I wanna try this!” Danny said happily, reaching down to hold Brian’s cock in place, then lowered himself onto it.

“Fuuuuuuck!” Brian groaned as he felt the boy’s hole slowly stretch open to let him in. He felt his dick sliding further and further inside. While Brian had used the in-and-out, a-little-further-each-thrust technique on Danny their previous two times, Danny seemed to be preferring the slow and steady approach this time, taking Brian fully inside, a little more with each passing second.

“Oh god…” Danny panted. “Did you get… bigger?” he moaned, teetering on the fine line between painful pleasure and straight-up pain.

“No, I think… you got tighter!” Brian sniggered. He reached up to stroke Danny’s cheek and reminded him, “You can stop any time!”

“Why the hell would I ever do that?” Danny replied with a wicked grin. The large cock inside him was a euphoric sensation, although there were certainly other feelings that came along with it. As he stared down at Brian, he felt his buttocks press against his lap. He had the full length inside him. As he leaned down for another kiss, Brian propped himself up to meet halfway. Danny’s move pulled his butt up a little so an inch slid out.

Brian bucked his hips so the last inch pushed back in, but Danny pulled out of the kiss and said, “Nuh-uh. You just lay there; I do the work!”

Brian smirked and nodded. “If you insist!” he said, amused. He considered touching the boy some more, maybe teasing a pert little nipple or stroking his skinny dick but had a feeling it would meet with similar objection, so he placed his hands under his head, revealing his pits once more.

Danny couldn’t resist this time. He reached out to tease the little tuft of hair on show, but his hand was soon followed by his face. He licked the pit then buried his nose in it and sniffed.

“Fuck!” Brian gasped, not expecting either the actions or his own feelings as it happened.

“Sorry, that was… weird…” Danny mumbled awkwardly.

“Hey,” Brian said, reaching up to caress a blushing cheek. “Never… ever… be embarrassed to try new things with me, okay?”

Danny grinned and nodded.

“Besides, I… might like them too,” Brian said, blushing a little in return.

“Oh, really!” Danny said happily, leaning down to repeat his lick and sniff of the other pit as Brian returned to his previous position. “Damn,” Danny muttered as he felt the cock inside him throb. “New achievement unlocked!” he giggled.

“Shut up and ride me, cowboy!” Brian said with an amused chuckle.

“Gladly!” Danny said as he lifted himself a little, clenching his butt as he did so before relaxing and dropping back down. He repeated the motion, slowly building his pace as Brian lay staring up at him in sheer, loving admiration. Danny did his best to try and look appealing, letting one hand play with a nipple and the other run through his hair as he bit his lip to stop from yelling out and waking the neighbours!

“Unnh, you’re… you’re good at that!” Brian gasped, feeling his orgasm building. He didn’t want to cum quite yet. As much as his hormones were screaming ‘cum now, then again, and again… fuck him all day’ he knew that after a huge release like the one he was approaching, he’d be lucky if he even stayed awake after! He grabbed Danny, stopping him mid-thrust and tossed him down onto the bed beside him. He rolled onto his side, so they were face-to-face, kissed the boy for a few seconds then growled, “Roll over!”

Danny chuckled and complied, laying on his side to face away from Brian. He immediately felt the throbbing cock pressing against his hole, sliding in with only a little force. Brian’s arms wrapped around him, one underneath, one on top as a leg popped over his own. He was pinned in place, held against the bigger boy’s body, cock inside him and quite happy with the whole arrangement.

Brian began to fuck the boy, his breath shuddery and excited, holding back his own pace for fear of ending things too soon. He pressed his face into Danny’s neck, licking and nibbling it playfully before moving up to his ear then finally buried his nose in the mess of golden-blonde hair. Just as Danny had inhaled him earlier, Brian took a deep breath in of Danny’s scent.

“You smell like pineapple!” Brian chuckled, amused at the fruity scent.

“New shampoo!” Danny answered.

“No shit. Here I was thinking it was natural!” Brian muttered sarcastically.

“Shut up you…” Danny started, but the end of the insult was lost to a moan as Brian slammed hard into his arse. He let out a whimper of pure, pleasured submission then squeaked, “Harder!”

As Brian tightened his grip on Danny, he felt the younger boy’s hands come up to grab at his arms, grabbing hold of them. Danny’s head pressed back as Brian continued to pepper his ear and shoulder with kisses and nibbles, sucking on his neck.

“I’m so close,” Brian gasped as he continued fucking the restrained boy. “Can you say it?” he begged. “What you said the first time,” he added, barely above a whisper.

“Cum inside me!” Danny immediately replied happily.

“Unnh, oh god… oh goddddd, fuuuuuuck!” Brian groaned ecstatically as he felt his cock throb and begun to pump his seed inside Danny. His arms tightened, almost stopping the younger boy from breathing until his orgasm began to subside and they both lay, still tangled, panting heavily.

Neither spoke as Brian’s hand lowered, taking hold of Danny’s dick as their bodies heaved with each breath, stroking quickly. His dick remained inside Danny’s arse, softening but still firm, enjoying the slight clenching as the Year 8 boy’s own orgasm raced towards release.

“Oh… yesssss,” Danny hissed happily.

Brian cupped his hand over the head of Danny’s dick, feeling warm wetness spatter against his palm and fingers. Danny didn’t even need to ask for what came next, they both knew it had to happen. Brian raised his hand, opened it slightly and pressed it against Danny’s mouth, most of the load deposited straight in, an eager tongue protruding to extract the remnants from his palm.

With his hand licked clean, Brian let it casually drop back down, re-tightening his loosened clutch on Danny as they lay together in post-orgasmic bliss. They lay in comfortable silence for several minutes, Brian’s cock eventually pulling out.

“Listen, spunkybutt, that was great…” Brian started.

“Better than great!” Danny said almost dreamily.

“Okay, it was fucking awesome…” Brian corrected himself.

“You mean awesome fucking!” Danny chuckled.

“Shut up, wankstain!” Brian said, giving him a squeeze. “What I’m trying to say is, that was amazing, but… I don’t want you to think that’s all we’re gonna do. You’re my boyfriend so I actually want to date you, not just make out and fuck. Is that okay?”

Danny rolled over to face him as he nodded, grasped tightly onto Brian’s hand and said, “More than okay!”

“Good,” Brian said, leaning over to give Danny a quick kiss. “There’s just one more thing you kinda need to know,” he said, letting go and climbing off the bed.

Danny let out a slight whimper at the move.

“Come here,” Brian instructed, moving to the end of the dorm near the door.

“Oh… kay,” Danny said cautiously.

Brian took hold of Danny’s hands and smiled. “As your boyfriend, it’s my job to always support whatever you do, right?”

Danny shrugged. “Sure!” he said with a weary nod.

“Well I obviously know about your whole… humiliation fetish,” Brian said, giving a serious look and stern nod.

“Sure,” Danny repeated nervously.

Brian grinned as he said, “And I fully embrace you exploring it fully, so…” he pulled open the door and shoved Danny out into the hallway, still naked, “So I’ll see ya later!” he shouted through the door.

“I hate you!” Danny screamed back through the door before realising the shout was only going to draw more attention. He turned and made a mad dash for the stairs.

*****

Chris let out a heavy sigh. Being upset about Danny was certainly made a lot easier by the two boys comforting him. Nicky was sat up, Chris’ head in his lap, casually stroking his hair while Mikey had nestled up to his side, head resting on his chest while he talked it all through.

Early in Year 7, it had looked like Chris and Danny were heading towards being much more than best mates, right up until the half-term break when Chris had ended up starting a relationship with their mutual friend, Kyle. Danny had seemed unbothered by the relationship, happily remaining friends (with benefits) with both Chris and Kyle.

As things had gotten more serious with Kyle, Chris had agreed to make the relationship exclusive and to stop fooling around and sharing a bed with Danny. The problem had come when Chris tried to stop… and failed. Danny had been an unwilling accomplice in Chris’ infidelity, and it had almost cost them their friendship. As it recovered though, Chris had remained secretly hopeful that they might get back on track to something more than friendship, but it had not happened. Just as Chris was starting to think he would need to just tell Danny how he felt, Danny had revealed his relationship with Brian.

“I mean, on the bright side, you’re still best mates!” Nicky said, trying to comfort his friend.

“AND you still get to, like, share a bed and have cuddles and do sex stuff too!” Mikey added.

“Yeah, but it’s… not the same!” Chris complained. “In a way it’s worse!”

“Oh no, I have an amazing best friend who I can be all cuddly with and have sex whenever I want and get to see every day. It’s so awful. How will I ever survive this terrible tragedy!” Nicky teased sarcastically.

“Oh ha ha,” Chris huffed. “You don’t get it. Being as close as we are and doing the things we do, it’s like I get SO close to being his boyfriend but never quite make it. It’s like…” he paused, thinking for a moment. “Edging!”

“Edging’s fun,” Mikey giggled, getting a similar laugh from Nicky.

Chris shook his head. “Okay, you guys HAVE to start telling me what you got up to over the summer,” he urged them with a bemused headshake. “But that’s what it feels like. Edging, but with feelings!”

“Emotional edging!” Nicky nodded thoughtfully. “I guess I get why that’s hard!”

“Speaking of hard, I wanna cum!” Mikey said, rolling over a little to press his erection against Chris’ leg.

“Subtle, isn’t he!” Chris sniggered.

“Try waking up with his cock in your mouth!” Nicky chuckled.

Chris eyes flashed with excitement. “Gladly!” he beamed. “But for now, let’s…”

They were interrupted by the door flying open, letting in the sound of distant laughter as a naked Danny scurried in and slammed the door behind him.

“First day back and you’re already naked in public!” Chris said, sniggering at his flushed, nude friend.

Danny let out a whimper as he moved towards the shared bunk. He flopped down face first on top of the others and declared, “I hate my boyfriend!”

“Oh… erm…” Mikey stuttered for a moment then added, “What? You have a boyfriend!”

Danny lifted his head and grinned at Nicky and Chris. “Great actor isn’t he!” he sniggered. “I figured you’d tell them!” He squirmed a little, feeling the firmness beneath the covers as he lay across Mikey and Chris. “Oh, am I interrupting?” he asked with a grin.

“No, I’d say you’re just in time to join in!” Nicky said happily. As Danny knelt up on the bed, Nicky did the same, though he had to duck slightly, being somewhat taller. He pushed his shorts down to his knees and his large cock sprang free.

“Oh there it is!” Chris said happily, jumping up to join the others with Mikey copying right after. “Hey, it got hairy!” he said with a grin.

Nicky hummed as he nodded. “Mikey convinced me to stop shaving!” Nicky was by far the most developed boy in the Year. He had started puberty early, at just eight and had come to the school at the age of eleven sporting a 17-centimetre cock and a fully developed but always shaved patch of hair. Now, one year on his growth had continued and at full firmness had a shocking 21-centimetres protruding from his short bush of light brown hair.

“Looks good!” Danny said happily. “This is all I’ve got,” he said dejectedly as he tugged lightly at the sparse blonde pubes and semi-hard cock.

Chris was already naked, having been stripped in his sleep by the other two, but Mikey pulled down his boxers to proudly reveal his 12-centimetre erection and small, wispy patch of ginger pubes.

Chris let out a slight whimper as he looked round at the three other dicks. Much like Nicky, he had come to the school capable of ejaculating and had felt so advanced compared to the boys who couldn’t. Since then, though his pubes had begun to grow in, not much else seemed to be happening down below and the 10-centimetre cock he started Year 7 with was identical to the one he was starting Year 8 with.

“Good thing you like being embarrassed, tinky-winky!” Mikey teased.

Chris recoiled slightly at the comment. His love of humiliation was well known to the boys, as well as at Chris’ own admission, but the comment felt more hurtful than humiliating.

“Mikey!” Nicky said, shaking his head.

“Oh,” Mikey replied, looking at Nicky then Chris. “Sorry, I was… I didn’t mean to… to be mean!”

Chris smiled at the meek apology, leaned in and gave Mikey a quick kiss on the cheek and said, “It’s okay, I know. Maybe just… don’t tease on that particular subject, okay!”

“Sure,” Mikey smiled back. “Mind if I play?” he asked. Getting a nod from Chris, Mikey took hold of the cock that had shrunk a little but quickly re-hardened in his grip.

“May as well keep it going!” Chris said, happily taking hold of Nicky’s huge boner.

“Works for me!” Nicky shrugged, talking hold of Danny’s cock, rigid from the mix of his public humiliation and the pleasantly intimate scene around him.

“I came, like, fifteen minutes ago, so don’t be offended if I don’t cum!” Danny warned his friend as he happily grabbed Mikey’s dick.

As the four boys began stroking each other, Chris grinned and said, “I’ve missed this!”

“I don’t think we’ve ever done THIS!” Nicky sniggered.

“We kinda did it with sucking!” Mikey pointed out.

“And jerked off together on the front steps!” Danny added.

“You can totally still see the cum stains!” Mikey chuckled.

Chris huffed. “I mean… us,” he said, gesturing to the small circle. “I like doing things with you guys!”

“Oh, crap!” Mikey declared. “I forgot to ask Nicky about the bet!”

Nicky frowned as he kept his hand stroking eagerly at Danny’s cock. “What bet?”

“Well you know how the others had their stupid bet last year about which of us’d end up together,” Mikey explained.

“Yeah,” Chris said, noticing the way Chris’ hand clenched at the mention of the subject.

“Well we said we should have our own bet on which of them’s next to get unlocked!” Mikey went on.

“Ooh, interesting. Go on!” Nicky said, holding back a groan as Chris’ hand worked the full length of his shaft.

“Well I thought…” Chris said, pausing to moan at the stroking. “Maybe we could pick one each!”

“I like it!” Danny said, nodding happily. “And how about the winner gets to give the losers a dare each!”

Mikey grinned. “That’s hot! I’m in!”

“Okay,” Nicky agreed, “But nothing too big, okay? Stuff that just involves us and… no public stuff!” He was very much the shyest of the group, especially when it came to anything involving sex and nudity. Developing early had made him extremely body conscious.

“That’s fair, but what if more than one gets unlocked at the same time?” Danny asked. Despite the recent orgasm, the talk of dares and forfeits was beginning to make another orgasm seem pretty much inevitable. The others looked thoughtful for a moment but stayed quiet as Danny pondered it and said, “We should each pick a pair, too. Four of them means six potential pairs!”

“Can tell he got 5 stars in Maths, can’t ya!” Chris chuckled.

“Four and a half actually,” Danny corrected. “But we each pick a pair. If your pair both get unlocked, the other three of us get to give YOU a dare, and I mean a real, proper, anything-goes, got-to-do-it-or-you’re-out-of-the-club kind of dare!”

“Fuck!” Chris grunted, suddenly ejaculating in Mikey’s eager grip. The first couple of spurts shot straight across and hit Danny, the next few splattering down onto the bed as the final few dribbles trickled down Mikey’s hand.

“Safe to say Chris is in!” Mikey sniggered, raising his hand to show the remnants of spunk.

“Fine,” Nicky agreed reluctantly. “Can we… finish first?”

Danny was next to cum, the orgasm just as intense as Chris’, but mostly running on empty the actual ejaculation was somewhat disappointing, barely even dribbling anything onto the bed.

“Race ya!” Danny said, grinning at Chris.

It was a strange feeling for Chris. He was sad about his unrequited feelings, but they seemed to fade as he looked at his best friend. Maybe just being (best) friends with (awesome) benefits really was enough for him. “You’re on!” he agreed.

Both boys began pumping away at the cocks in their hands, much to the amusement and pleasure of Nicky and Mikey who let out grunts of pleasure at the sudden speed-up. The result ended up being a tie, but it was a spectacular display of ejaculatory explosions. Both boys shot at once, their first shots actually managing to collide in mid-air and splatter out like a spunky firework. The rest just shot onto the bed as Danny and Chris happily pumped away until their hands were nudged away for post-orgasmic sensitivity.

With the cum-drenched duvet tossed aside, the boys collapsed into what they liked to call a ‘cuddle puddle’, each casually resting on or snuggling up to whatever body happened to be closest.

“I want Rob!” Danny suddenly called out.

“Hey, no fair, we need to find a way to…” Nicky began to object.

“Josh!” Mikey interrupted.

“Erm… David!” Chris quickly chimed in.

Nicky sighed. “Fine, then I guess I have James, but we pick the pairs in reverse order!” He got a murmur of agreement from the others. “Erm, so I should pick the pair I DON’T think are ready yet, right? That’s how to win this one?”

“Not unless you WANT a super-mega-crazy dare!” Danny chuckled.

“Then… I’m going with David and James!” Nicky decided.

“Hmm, I’m going… Rob and James!” Chris grinned. “Mikey, who ya picking?”

“Hmmm,” Mikey hummed. “I woulda gone with James and David too, but I guess… Rob and David then!”

Danny scowled a little. Had he realised how much of a disadvantage he would have been at by picking Rob first, he might have reconsidered the move. He puffed out his cheeks, exhaling slowly as he thought. “I dunno. Josh and… David, I s’pose!”

“Great,” Chris said, grabbing his phone. “Just taking note so nobody can back out and say they picked someone else.” He tapped away for a few seconds and said, “Okay, so giving out 3 easy dares if only one gets unlocked, we’ve got Danny betting on Rob, Mikey went with Josh, I picked David and Nicky got James. BUT if two of them get unlocked, the one who picked that pair gets a super-mega-crazy dare from the others, and we’ve got David and James, Josh and David, Rob and David then Rob and James,” he explained, pointing from Nicky, to Danny, to Mikey and then himself.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this!” Nicky grumbled.

*****

The Common Room was quite busy. It was a strange day really. The whole school was back, but classes didn’t start until the following day because it was a Bank Holiday. There were various activities arranged around the school to keep the boys occupied, but they were optional for all except the Year 7s so a lot of boys were just spending the day hanging out with mates or playing around at the Sports Complex.

One of the booths in the Common Room was occupied by the less-sexually-active half of dorm 1.05. James and David were sat round one side of it, Josh and Rob on the other, all gathered at Josh’s request.

“You’re probably wondering why I’ve gathered you all here today…” Josh said dramatically with a snigger.

David gasped. “It’s like a murder mystery!” he declared excitedly.

“Just without the murder,” Rob smirked.

“Or the mystery,” James added dryly.

David tutted and pouted a little. He got a gentle nudge from James and nudged him back with a slight smile.

“So you remember… last year, we made a bet!” Josh said, looking round the group. “And I won!”

“Crap!” James muttered. “I was hoping you’d forget that!”

Josh chuckled. “A chance to make you guys do anything I want? No way I’m forgetting that!”

“What is it then?” James demanded a little angrily. “Go streaking? Suck a dick? Butt stuff?”

“Wow, you’ve really been at this school too long,” Josh sniggered.

“So it’s not… sex stuff?” David asked, sounding a little disappointed.

“No,” Josh said, flinching a little. Beneath the table, he felt Rob give his hand a gentle squeeze.

Sex was a sensitive topic for Josh. Back in March, it had been revealed that Josh had been subject to almost a decade of abuse at the hands of his older brothers. Hurt and broken by the loss of their father, which they incorrectly blamed Josh for, they had made their youngest sibling’s life as unpleasant as possible, only getting worse when Josh finally came to join them at Kingswood. While most of their abuse was mental and physical, some had been sexual, enough to make Josh very weary of the subject.

“So my report card… wasn’t great,” Josh explained. “I got a lot of 2 stars!”

“You kinda had some other stuff going on! They could cut you some slack!” James said. His defence of Josh was actually a little surprising. James was known for being obsessive, almost fanatical, about studying and quite openly opposed anything that took time away from it.

Josh smiled at the considerate comment. “They kinda did,” he said with a nod. “A lot of the teachers said things like ‘he did well considering what he went through’. It was kinda nice of them I suppose, but a lot of them also called me slow!”

“Hey, not quite, mate!” Rob objected.

Josh shook his head as he looked across the table at the other two. “Oh, no, not slow like stupid. Slow just like… not very fast at learning. They all said they think I can do it, but I just… take a bit more time! That make sense?”

“Yeah, totally,” David said, nodding.

“And I wanna do good. I know Jack’s only my guardian, not actually a parent,” Josh said, referring to the man from the school who now acted as his legal. “But I wanna make him proud and I want to be a good student, so I figured what way to get better than studying with the smartest guys I know!” He gestured to the other three boys at the table. “So the forfeit I wanna give you all is… being my tutors. Help me get smarter!”

“Mate,” Rob said, throwing his arm around his best friend, “You don’t have to waste it on that. You only had to ask. You know we’d help!”

“Shut up,” James hissed. “You wanna end up with some embarrassing naked dare instead?” he asked, staring wide-eyed at Rob. He rolled his eyes and shook his head as he added, “But he’s right, we’d be happy to help!”

James nodded his agreement then gasped excitedly. “I can make us a study plan!” he declared happily.

“Fuck, if you’re getting excited about shit like that, then I know I picked the right guys for the job!” Josh chuckled.

“Okay, hold on, I have an idea!” James declared happily. He pulled out his tablet and started tapping away, occasionally interrupting the others to ask what marks they had got on their reports for various subjects.

After barely 15 minutes of frantic tapping, James declared, “Right, here’s what we’re gonna do!”

“Whether we like it or not…” David muttered, getting a smirk from Rob and Josh.

“I’d say a realistic goal is improving one star in each subject, right?” James asked. He got a shrug and a slight nod from Josh. “Okay, so nine subjects to improve. Each of us takes three. Rob, you’ve got English, Science and Citizenship, I’m taking History, Geography and French and James, you’ll have Maths, German and Computing!”

The boys all looked at each other and shrugged. “Sounds fair,” David nodded. He trusted James’ judgment on these things.

“But why don’t we make it… fun!” Rob said with a grin.

“It’s studying. It’s already fun!” James insisted.

“I think he means human fun!” Rob said with a chuckle.

“Exactly. Any subject Josh doesn’t improve at least one star by the end of the year, him AND the tutor for that subject both get a dare from the other two!” Rob suggested excitedly.

The others exchanged nervous looks. It was a big commitment, but the high stakes were certainly a strong encouragement to do well.

“Whadda you say? Who’s in?” Rob asked, holding his hand out to the middle of the table.

“If you think I can do it, then I know I can. I’m in!” Josh said confidently, getting a huge grin in response from David as he grabbed his hand.

“If it might mean he learns to write legible text messages, I’m in!” David chuckled, grabbing the hands.

James rolled his eyes. “Well, you can’t do it without the smartest guy in class!” he said, putting his hand in.

“Or you!” Josh teased, poking his tongue out playfully.

James’ eyes narrowed angrily at the comment, but the hint of a grin made it clear it wasn’t serious.

“Awesome. It’s agreed then!” David said happily. “Project Make Josh a Smarty-pants is a go!” As the others looked at him pulling their hands back, he shrugged and said, “We can work on the name!”

*****

John Dixon’s day had started quite abruptly when Danny had burst into his dorm at the crack of dawn and pounced on Brian, waking the rest of dorm 2.10’s occupants. He had then been unceremoniously turfed out of his own room so that Brian and Danny could consummate their new relationships. As much as he wanted to be pleased for Brian, as he seemed to ridiculously happy, it was a challenge with a start to the day like that.

The challenges had not stopped coming since then, primarily in the form of James Taylor, the boy he had been mentoring for just over a year now. James was an unusual boy, even by Kingswood standards. He was undeniably and almost painfully intelligent, which was one of the reasons he had even got into the school in the first place, but he also had a quick wit and somewhat of a barbed tongue (figuratively, obviously!)

While teasing and banter was essentially a way of life for many boys at the school, James had not yet learned to temper his cutting words into the playful insults that others might find endearing and instead simply came off as bitchy. Add on top of that an obsessive need for learning, an outright disdain of the more creative subjects and an apparent dislike of sexuality and he was certainly a bit of a queer duck.

John had enjoyed getting to know the boy, as challenging as it had been and he had picked up on many things about James that most people would never have guessed, not even James himself. It would be an enjoyable few years watching the boy grow into himself but right now enjoyment was nowhere in sight.

“How?” John demanded, shaking his head in sheer frustration at the boy beside him. “How can you be as smart as you are and still make the same arguments every half term? What’s the Einstein quote? Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”

“Well firstly, Einstein never actually said that. That’s just something morons hear and repeat without questioning it,” James answered, glancing to the older boy awkwardly as he added, “No offence!”

“None taken,” John said, looking annoyed but knowing it was just the way James spoke.

“And secondly, it’s not the same arguments every time… just… very similar ones!” James said, realising the weakness in his own argument. “I just don’t get why I need the appointment! I don’t even want to be unlocked!”

“Now THAT’S insanity!” John muttered. It was an almost incomprehensible comment to him. He had been put in chastity back in Year 7 like most boys and by the time he was matured enough to be released at the beginning of the third term, he would have sold his own mother to get the chastity device off.

“I’m not insane!” James pouted angrily.

“I know, you’re just different,” John said, placing a hand on James’ shoulder. “And different is good, so that’s not a criticism,” he quickly added.

James was already forming his next argument in his head when the door to Dr Arkwright’s office opened and Rob emerged, closely followed by his mentor, Sam.

“Hey,” Rob said, grinning broadly at his dormmate.

James just let out a disgruntled grunt, oblivious to his friend’s apparent happiness as Sam and John exchanged pleasantries.

“Come on in, James,” Dr Arkwright invited his next patient. He stood aside to let James and his mentor enter the office.

Dr Arkwright was a kind-looking man in his late forties, sporting auburn hair tied back into a ponytail and a neatly trimmed beard that was the same auburn but accented with streaks of grey. James didn’t like him. He was a male doctor and male doctors didn’t have ponytails, that was something he had thought early on in Year 7 and it had been hard to shake. It probably didn’t help that every encounter with the man so far had involved him being naked and humiliated, but James was determined to keep this encounter as cold and clinical as the man’s office.

“How are we doing today, glad to be back?” Dr Arkwright asked as he closed the door and followed them in.

James just let out another grunt.

“You know the routine, doc. Same as always!” John said with a shrug.

Another grunt.

Dr Arkwright sighed and nodded. “Of course,” he said sympathetically. “I understand these appointments aren’t exactly your favourite, James, so maybe we should just get on with it.”

“They’re pointless, that’s what they are!” James said, more abruptly than usual. “I don’t even WANT to be unlocked. Keep the stupid thing on me til I finish here for all I care!” he pouted.

“Interesting,” Dr Arkwright said with a nod. “Could you undress please, James,” he requested as he moved over to his desk and took a seat.

James complied. He had been here enough times to know that the appointment would not continue until ‘business’ was taken care of.

“Is there any particular reason you’re so… indifferent to sexual activity?” Dr Arkwright asked, making himself busy with his laptop. It was his usual routine, not wanting to make his patients any more self-conscious by feeling like they were being watched undress.

“Sex is stupid!” James said quite aggressively. “It makes people do stupid things, it distracts people and it’s a total waste of time!”

“They’re some good points, James, but you may not be considering it fully,” the doctor said thoughtfully. “I’m not going to sit here and lecture you about the good points, because ‘good’ and ‘bad’ are very subjective terms and you are fully entitled to be utterly disinterested. In fact, if it’s not a subject you’re already aware of, you may wish to look into asexuality. But I would certainly very strongly urge you to consider the subject further and perhaps broaden your understanding.”

“Sure, I’ll get right on that,” James said sardonically as he removed his underwear and stood ready for the unlocking. James had been a little on the chubby side at the start of Year 7, but as he started to grow taller, his weight had remained largely unchanged, resulting in a slightly slimmer figure now.

Dr Arkwright and John exchanged a momentary look because of the attitude, but with a slight shrug the man stood from his desk and approached with the key. “Okay, just while I’m getting this off, any health issues you’ve experienced over the summer?”

“You get the form from my parents, don’t you?” James asked pointedly.

“James, you’re being rude!” John said firmly, the boy crossing the line from petulant to offensive.

“I do,” Dr Arkwright said, nodding graciously to John. “But there are often problems boys choose not to share with their parents, which is why I also ask you directly!” he explained honestly.

James sighed and shook his head. “Bit of hay fever, that’s all!”

“Okay, well that should ease off as we move into Autumn, but I’m sure you’re aware of that. And no problems down here?” Dr Arkwright asked, the front panel of the device gone and the jock-strap-like straps removed, leaving James fully exposed. As James just shook his head silently, the man looked to John and asked, “And has he been tested at all?”

“Nah, wasn’t interested,” John replied with a shrug.

“Fair enough. Then let’s just move on. Usual choice for you here James – myself or John to administer the test?” Dr Arkwright asked.

The test in question was the ability to ejaculate, examined via masturbatory stimulation. In keeping with the school’s strict rules that boys who have not reached sexual maturity should not yet engage in sexual activity, the ‘stimulation’ was to be provided by someone else. While Dr Arkwright was perfectly capable of administering the test, most boys unsurprisingly opted for their mentor instead. It somehow felt less embarrassing than the grown man doing it for them.

“John please,” James requested shyly as he hopped up onto the bed.

“Very well, I’ll be at my desk. Please alert me when the test is… about to conclude,” he requested, before giving a polite nod and returning to his desk.

John grinned at the blushing boy. James hated this part… or at least that was what he said. John had a strong suspicion that the younger boy quite enjoyed the sensation of being masturbated, even if he was clearly not a fan of the setting. It was just another one of those things that John had picked up on that he was unsure if James knew. For a smart boy, he could be quite dense!

It was obvious right away that James had grown. His penis had been a meagre 5-centimetres the last time John had seen it, three months ago now. While it was far from monstrous, it was undoubtedly longer. His balls too had changed, gone from the tight little nub against his body to now hang down a little. James appeared to notice the change too, looking at his own boy-bits while blushing before making momentary awkward eye contact with John.

“Just relax and try to enjoy it,” John whispered, stroking his arm comfortingly. He got a sweet and fleetingly rare smile in return. He began to stroke, holding the small dick between his thumb and forefinger. It felt strange to handle one so small. He was used to his own and those of other boys his own age who were substantially girthier.

One of the things that gave away James’ enjoyment of the ‘test’ was his pleasured moans. He clearly did his best to suppress them and looked both embarrassed and annoyed every time one slipped out, but still, they kept on coming. James could feel the test ready to ‘conclude’, as the doctor put it and gave John a nod, but instead of alerting Dr Arkwright, he simply slowed down his stroking and James felt himself backing away from the edge. He gave John a look of confused dismay but just got a smirk in response.

After a few moments, John sped up again, only to stop when James looked close to release. Another glare. Two more times it happened, but on the fifth James called out himself, “Doctor, I’m… concluding!”

James felt like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole as he heard his own words, only made worse by John’s poorly concealed snort of laughter.

Dr Arkwright stood from his desk and moved over to the examination table as John sped up his strokes, knowing the doctor did not approve of ‘teasing’ the patients.

“Oh, no,” James muttered, shaking his head. “S… something’s… something’s wrong…” he said shakily. “This doesn’t… feel right!” he said, actually looking a little scared. He reached out and grabbed John’s free hand.

The two standing over him knew what was happening, which was why they didn’t intervene. John just squeezed his hand, gave a reassuring nod and delivered the final few strokes.

“Oh goddddddd!” James screamed out, sitting up as his cock spasmed out the first proper orgasm of his life. He quickly flopped back down as his cock twitched and burped up a few small spurts of spunk onto his smooth stomach. James lay panting, dazed and confused, looking from John to Dr Arkwright and back, still holding his mentor’s hand.

“Well I’d say congratulations, James, but I know this isn’t what you were hoping for,” Dr Arkwright said a little sympathetically. “Your mentor should already be engaging you in matters of sexual education,” he explained, looking to John for a moment. “And full details of the matters he should be covering can be found in the Sex Education section of the school’s digital library. Should you have any questions or concerns, you are encouraged to speak to the Master of your floor, which is Mr Trent in your case, and I always remain available to you for matters of both physical and mental wellbeing.”

“Thank you, Sir,” James said, his previous attitude seemingly expelled with the semen!

“I’ll leave you to get cleaned up,” the doctor said, taking away the no-longer-needed chastity device and placing it into a box before taking it to his adjoining storeroom. James watched, casually observing the entry code on the number pad.

“Is it… I mean, was it… erm…” James started, still a little shellshocked. “Is it always… like that?” he finally asked.

John grinned and nodded. “Awesome, isn’t it!”

“It was… okay,” James said, seemingly reluctant to admit his obvious enjoyment. “But just as a one-off. That’s all! I have better things to do with my time!”

“Mmm-huh,” John hummed as he used some tissues to clean up the boy’s first load. He offered the soggy tissues to him and said, “Want to keep a souvenir?”

“Eww!” James complained before climbing off the bed to retrieve his clothes.

*****

Chris stirred slightly, jarring himself awake. He let out a quiet moan and glanced around. “Hey, you still awake?” he asked, seeing Danny laying beside him, eyes open.

“Mmmyeah,” Danny replied softly.

“Everything okay?” Chris asked, shuffling closer, a hand casually resting on his friend’s stomach. “Thinking up your dare for me?” he added with a slight snigger.

The Kingswood app, among its many features, included a record of who was in chastity and who was not, intended to show those who were not matured and therefore ‘off limits’. When it got updated with the results of the day’s appointments, there had been absolute furore in the dorm. Rob and James were both unlocked, it revealed.

Not only did that mean six out of the eight boys were now free, but it also meant the bet made earlier had gone very much NOT in Chris’ favour. While they had not revealed the bet to the others, feeling a little awkward about betting on their friends’ sexual development, the four boys had chatted eagerly amongst themselves while Rob and James’ newfound freedom was seemingly the centre of conversation for the other half of the dorm.

“Nah, hadn’t even thought about it yet,” Danny said, shaking his head. “I was actually thinking… about you!” Danny confessed.

Chris felt a tightening in his chest and butterflies in his stomach. ‘I broke up with Brian. I realised who I’m really meant to be with!’ Chris imagined optimistically. “Th… thinking… what?” Chris whispered back to him.

“I was thinking…” Danny started, sighing softly.

‘I love you. You were thinking I love you. Come on Danny, you can say it!’ Chris thought, desperately hoping he could influence the other boy telepathically.

“I was thinking I miss… telling you things!” Danny finally concluded.

“You still tell me things!” Chris insisted, his hopes dashed but now simply curious as to what Danny meant.

Danny shook his head slightly. “There are also things I don’t tell you,” he admitted. “And I hate it.”

“Then tell me!” Chris urged him.

Danny shook his head again. “I can’t!” he insisted. “Even if I told you some of it, I couldn’t tell you it all, not when some of it’s about… Brian.”

“Sure you can,” Chris urged him.

“Chris, we may have had… issues, but I know you. Me and Brian… it’s hard on you and you’re not okay with it, I just don’t know how not okay you are!” Danny explained as best he could.

‘I love you. I am IN LOVE with you,’ Chris thought. ‘I want to hold you and kiss you. That’s how not okay I am with you and Brian!’ He sighed, keeping the thoughts inside. “You’re right,” he admitted. “I’m not okay with it, but I… want to be. Really… truly, I do. And if I’m gonna be okay, I need my best friend with me, so if that means I hear a few things that are tough, well… I’ll just have to deal with it, won’t I!”

“It’s not that easy!” Danny argued.

Chris took a deep breath in and exhaled. “It is now! I’m… re-claiming you!” he said, grinning as he said it.

Danny chuckled quietly. On their very first night in the school, Chris had climbed into his bed and stated he was ‘claiming’ Danny as his BFF. Danny had thought he was just being cute, but he apparently meant it and they really had become instant best friends. “And what exactly does that mean?” he asked curiously.

“No more secrets or awkwardness or holding back. You tell me EVERYTHING and I’ll do the same with you,” Chris said confidently. ‘Except for the being in love with you part, obviously!’ he thought to himself.

“You mean it?” Danny asked, feeling a true sense of joy at the prospect.

“I do!” Chris replied. “Although… maybe tomorrow. It’s late and falling asleep while you’re telling me really deep stuff might kinda give the wrong idea!” he chuckled.

“Good plan,” Danny nodded. He reached across and slid his arm under Chris, then pulled him into a cuddle, their usual sleeping position when they were stuck sharing a single bunk. “Oh!” he suddenly said, reaching out for his phone. “You wanna see the cutest thing?”

“Sure,” Chris said, slightly worried he was about to be shown a picture of Brian. He wasn’t quite sure he was ready for that yet but readied himself anyway.

Danny pressed a button and the torch on his phone came on. He shone it straight up through the gap between the bunks above them, occupied by Nicky and Mikey.

“Is that…” Chris started, looking up and grinning. He looked to Danny and asked, “Are they holding hands?” The two boys’ hands were visible in the gap, each reaching through the railings that separated their beds. “That’s SO freaking cute!”

“I know right,” Danny chuckled as he turned the torch off and placed his phone back on its dock.

“I love those guys,” Chris whispered fondly.

“Yeah, me too!” Danny chuckled as he held Chris again, the two nestling down to sleep.