The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 6 (Patreon)
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Monday 28 September 2020
"Chris was a nude boy from Kingswood,
Whose dick hadn’t grown like the thing should,
He was known for his hugging,
And his small penis tugging,
And he’s standing there now with four-inch wood."
The class burst into raucous laughter as Kyle finished his ‘poem’. Chris, who stood naked at the front of the group of boys from dorms 1.06 and 1.07, alongside Danny who was in an equal state of undress, blushed profusely as the laughter continued. The fact that both boys were sporting raging erections only added to their embarrassment, and subsequently, the class’s enjoyment.
“Okay, okay, settle down!” Mr Fitzsimmons said, waving his hands to gesture for quiet. As the class quietened, he said, “Thank you for that Kyle.” He held for a moment, allowing Kyle to take his seat and the sense of calm to settle amongst the boys. “Now what Kyle has just demonstrated there is a very specific type of poetry called a limerick! It’s made up of five lines, with the first, second and fifth lines rhyming with each other while the third and fourth lines are shorter and also rhyme with each other. Limericks are often used in deliberately amusing ways or about humorous subjects.”
While Chris and Danny’s naked presence in class was intended as a punishment, it was also being taken as a genuine learning opportunity and Mr Fitzsimmons was making full use of the two ‘volunteers’. Their naked activities would continue all day, with the two boys scheduled to appear in a range of classes, all intended to showcase their nudity and embarrassment. Using them as teaching tools simply ensured that the experience was beneficial to other students, rather than being a total distraction from actual learning. In fact, classes with nude volunteers had historically shown a significant improvement in both attention and absorption of information, which was why the ‘naked volunteer’ program was allowed to continue.
This was only the first period of the first day and both boys already felt maxed out on embarrassment. Though Chris and Danny shared a similar but different love of humiliation, as demonstrated by their ongoing erections that had risen rapidly at the beginning of the class, the day felt like it was going to push even their limits. Officially, the two had ‘volunteered’ for the program, which would mean spending the whole day naked in classes. It was what allowed the other students to mock them so mercilessly for it, the fact it was self-imposed.
Unofficially, this was their punishment for entering the private quarters of a teacher, recording him doing private things and then using what they had seen to try and tease or humiliate Mr Trent. They had been caught and swiftly disciplined by Mr Trent, assisted by Chris’ elder brother Blane. They had been given two choices – formal punishment from the school, which might have actually resulted in suspension, or volunteer for the program. The choice had been both easy and obvious.
“Okay, anyone else want to go?” Mr Fitzsimmons asked, looking round the class of riveted students. Some had worked in pairs while others had worked solo, all tasked with writing a short poem inspired by Danny and/or Chris. Inevitably, that meant almost all of them had focused on the two boys’ embarrassing state of undress. The teacher looked across as Adrian Rivera cautiously raised his hand. “Adrian, go ahead,” he requested, already convinced this would simply be another badly-written poorly-rhyming tease of the volunteers.
Adrian stood, blushing a little. He held his tablet in his hands, which were shaking just a little. The almost-teenager took a deep breath and introduced it with, “It… it’s called… Exposed!” There was a laugh from the class.
“The outside, a layer of pretence,
Protection from the world,
Protection from being seen,
Hiding truth and masking pain.
“Yet when removed, stripped away,
The lies, the concealment gone,
All that remains is the truth beneath,
The truth of the exposed heart.”
“Exposed dick is more like it!” “It didn’t even rhyme!” “There once was a girl from Nantucket…” the other boys called out as Adrian sat down, blushing.
“Hey, ease off lads. We already covered the rhyming thing, it’s not an essential part of poetry and may I say, Adrian, for a short piece it had rather… surprisingly depth, so a round of applause everyone for Adrian!” Mr Fitzsimmons admonished the boys who had shouted out, triggering polite applause for Adrian.
Chris gave Danny a curious look, but Danny was too busy focusing all of his attention on the floor and desperately hoping for the day to be over already. “Only seven more periods to go,” Chris whispered, getting an amused but embarrassed chuckle back from Danny.
*****
“That’s not fair and you know it!” James snapped furiously.
“How’s it not fair?” David asked, shrugging casually. “The deal we made this week was one point for each test result of ninety-five percent or higher. That’s still the deal!”
“Yeah, but that was when we had tests scheduled in FOUR classes. Thanks to stupid Chris and stupid Danny’s stupid naked thing we’ve got one less!” James complained, the two boys having just come from geography, where the planned test had been postponed and replaced with an activity based around Chris and Danny instead. “Now there’s no way I can…” he paused, blushing as he thought about what he was saying and changed it to a more subtle, “…get the top reward!”
Just over a week ago, James had willingly put himself in chastity. Through unknown means, David had learned about it and talked James into handing over his keys, offering to help James control his sexual urges that he felt were getting in the way of his studies. James’ initial request had been to ‘never return them’. He wanted to be completely rid of the unnecessary distraction of his own penis, but having experienced the pleasure of ejaculation and now feeling the relentless horniness that came with abstinence, James’ resolve had faded quickly.
After one day, he had asked for the keys back casually and laughed it off as ‘just testing’ when David had refused. By day three it was a polite request, followed with a grumble of, “I shouldn’t have locked myself!” after David refused. By Friday night, James had resorted to threats of violence, but being a generally non-violent and utterly unthreatening, well-spoken boy, his threats of ‘a knuckle sandwich’ weren’t exactly intimidating. It remained a staunch no from David.
By Sunday morning, James had started asking to make a deal with his best. That was when David’s answer began to change. He knew James’ intentions with the chastity were pure. He was dedicated to his studies, obsessively so most of the time, and removal of masturbation was intended to allow him to continue that. David was genuinely taking his newfound power over James as an opportunity to help the studies continue.
David had offered to set certain ‘goals’ for James to achieve, ones intended to push James to work his hardest. This week, the goal had been high scores on a range of tests they were due to undertake. Each successful score of over 95% would earn James a point. For one point, James would be released from chastity in order to shower properly. For two, he would be granted an hour out of chastity, but supervised and with no touching. For three, James would be allowed to be allowed to cum, just once. If he hit all four goals, he would be freed for the whole day on Sunday to do whatever he wanted, going completely unsupervised and able to cum at will.
David considered James’ objection. While he did have a point that it was not possible to score highly on a test that never happened, a deal was a deal and changing it now would just open up the whole system to change, and David was always a firm believer in the rules. “Look, just do your best to get the rest and we’ll see what happens,” David said, utterly non-committally.
“See what happens?” James repeated angrily. “Let’s switch places and see how you feel about ‘see what happens’, shall we?”
David just raised his eyebrows as he stared back, waiting for James to remember that David was very much in his situation, possibly worse. David was now four weeks into his second year of chastity. Admittedly, he was only missing out on dry orgasms, not yet developed enough to have a ‘proper one’, as he put it. But still, he knew the frustration of denial and chastity all too well.
“Oh, yeah, duh,” James said a little sheepishly, catching on. “But still, I think you’re being… really mean!”
David let out a gentle whimper. “I’m not mean, am I?” he asked sadly. “I thought… you wanted my help!” He stared at James, wide-eyed.
James sighed as he rolled his eyes and shook his head. “No, you’re doing the right thing. I can’t control myself, so I need someone I can trust to do it for me! It’s just… hard!” he conceded.
“I bet it is!” David sniggered, letting his eyes dart down briefly to James’ crotch, then chuckled wickedly.
James frowned, confused by the laugh.
“Like your penis…” David explained, shaking his head.
“Oh. Ha ha!” James said coldly, finally catching on.
“James,” David said, suddenly looking a little shy, eyes dropping to the ground.
“David!” James replied with a smirk.
“If… when… you do get unlocked and you… ya know… get to…” David paused, making a wanking gesture, “Do you think… maybe… I could… help?”
“You WANT to do that?” James asked, sounding repulsed. As David shrunk away slightly, James shrugged and said, “Sure, saves me doing it. Maybe I can get some reading done while you’re doing it!”
David chuckled at the suggestion, knowing his friend probably meant it literally. Now he just had to hope James aced his tests.
*****
Back in Year 7, both Chris and Danny had been subject to various naked punishments, each spending an extended period naked full-time at different points in the year. It was always embarrassing, but it was something they quickly got used to, as did the boys around them. Often a week of naked time became almost old news by the third or fourth day, to the point where it went almost unnoticed and rarely even drew any teasing. Neither of them ever thought they would miss that feeling.
For their latest punishment, their ‘naked volunteering’, they weren’t naked full-time, it was only when they attended the classes in which they were helping out. That meant every time they entered another lesson, they had the humiliation and attention that came from stripping in front of all of the other boys.
They had just stripped for the start of the next lesson, which was a double period of Science with the boys from their own dorm with the eight boys from dorm 1.08. There had been much speculation amongst the boys of the two dorms as to exactly what the class might entail. They had both reached the conclusion that it would almost certainly be an ‘anatomy’ lesson, using the naked boys to let the other students get an up-close look at pubescent anatomy. It seemed like the obvious choice and would also force them to show off every inch of their bodies to the other students, maximising their humiliation. Some even suggested there might even be an element of sex education to it, perhaps demonstrating masturbation (like anyone really needed to be shown) or even exploring the wonderful worlds of prostates.
Chris and Danny had been both excited and scared at the prospect, though that was pretty much their feeling about the entire program. A masturbation demonstration would be embarrassing, but at least there would be relief from the torturous horniness that kept them both hard for most of the day.
“Okay, okay, quiet down you lot!” Mr Jenkins instructed as the boys continued to chatter loudly amongst themselves. “As you can see, we have some happy little helpers today,” he paused as the boys chuckled at Chris and Danny. “I figured this was a wonderful opportunity to try a little experiment to expand on the work we’ve been doing on stimulation!”
A wave of sniggers crept across the room. “Chris looks pretty stimulated already!” Aaron Moore from dorm 1.08 offered, turning the sniggers into full-on laughs.
“Mr Jenkins gave a disapproving look, then glanced round at Chris and smirked a little. “Fair point,” he conceded, “But we’re looking at OTHER kinds of stimulation.”
“Butt stuff!” Mikey called out, triggering howls of laughter.
“Okay, one more smart-alec comment like that and you’ll all be ending up in a worse state than these two,” Mr Jenkins threatened, triggering immediate silence, then he gave another slight smirk and added, “Besides, butt stuff’s in Year 9!” As the boys laughed again, he called out, “Sorry, sorry, my bad. I’ll behave too. Anyway, on we go with the actual lesson!”
The teacher moved from his desk towards David and James, who were sat at the front, as always, and handed each of them a small pile of papers. “If you two could hand these out please, one to everyone!”
“Yes Sir,” David said cheerfully, jumping to his feet. James followed.
Mr Jenkins turned back to his desk and picked up a couple of boxes. He moved to place them on opposite sides of the room and then returned to the front as James and David returned to their seats. “Thank you,” he said politely, taking back the spares. “So you have all just been given a sheet of paper with a diagram of a human figure. Your other sheet is a list of different types of stimulation, which can all be administered using the equipment in the boxes.”
Chris and Danny exchanged nervous looks.
“Some of the stimuli will cause a pleasure response, some a pain response,” Mr Jenkins started, then turned to the naked volunteers and said, “Don’t worry, nothing genuinely painful!” He turned back to the class and continued, “Some might have… other reactions. You should also be careful to test stimuli on multiple areas of the body of your particular volunteer, as you may notice a different response depending on location.”
The boys were already beginning to chatter again, so Mr Jenkins raised his voice a little. “Working individually, I would like each of you to create a ‘stimulation map’ of your volunteer, showing how each part of them reacts to the various stimuli. QUIET DOWN!” he called out as the chattering continued to increase. The room fell silent. “Now as we all know, once is happenstance, twice is…” he paused.
“Coincidence!” James called out.
“And three times is a…” Mr Jenkins prompted.
“Pattern!” David finished the saying the teacher was so fond of using.
“Yes, exactly, well done lads. So at the end of the lesson, you will compare maps with others in your group and any findings repeated on two other maps will be collated onto your final master map,” Mr Jenkins explained. As with the other classes the naked volunteers had attended, there was some genuine teaching going on, but the boys were already lost in wild flights of fancy about what the experiment would entail. “Just to point out,” the teacher called out firmly, pausing to make sure he had the class’s full attention, “Anyone found inflicting unnecessary or excessive pain on our volunteers will find themselves in SERIOUS trouble. Now, Chris, over that side, Danny, over that side,” he finished, instructing the naked boys where to go.
The teacher finished by walking round the class, tapping each of the boys on the shoulder and saying, “one” or “two” then called out, “Ones, you’re with Chris. Twos you’re with Danny. Spilt into your groups and you can begin!” He watched with amusement as the boys jumped to their feet. While Mr Jenkins was known to be a very engaging teacher anyway, often making lessons as fun as they were educational, even he wasn’t used to this level of enthusiasm he saw as the students leapt into action.
“Hi honey,” Nicky said playfully as he stood beside Chris, grinning.
“I already hate you!” Chris grumbled.
“What’s in the box?” Josh asked, stood behind the four boys from dorm 1.08 who had immediately gathered round it.
“Ooh, mine!” one of the boys shouted out, moving back from the box holding a small metal rod with a pinwheel (with actual pins!) on the end. “This looks fun!” he said, almost manically.
“It’s called a Wartenburg wheel!” James advised him, but the others clearly weren’t listening.
“Very impressive, James!” Mr Jenkins said, wandering by as James made the comment. He looked to the boy holding the device and said, “Apply VERY little pressure! If I see Chris with any extra holes, you’ll be in trouble, mister!”
The comment made Chris flinch even more than seeing the tool ever did. He looked across the room to Danny, but saw he was already fully surrounded, letting out a variety of noises and far too distracted to look back. Dismayed, aroused, scared and amused were just a few of the feelings jolting through Chris as the seven boys gathered round him, all armed with various tools of stimulation.
The noise in the room over the next twenty minutes was outright raucous, with boys yelling out suggestions to each other, the two naked volunteers yelping and moaning with Mr Jenkins doing his best to try and keep control.
Although clearly not the kind of ‘stimulation’ that was intended, both Chris and Danny found they spent most of the time having their cocks played with, though mostly by the other residents of their own dorm, the 1.08 boys seemingly much more reluctant to be so overt. Their humiliated arousal was only heightened by the extra touches and teases over the rest of their body from the various tools. An ice cube to Danny’s nipple made him squeal in what appeared to be both pleasure and pain, while a small electrical zap to his balls almost made Chris cum.
As educational as the lesson actually seemed to be for the other sixteen boys, it was Chris and Danny who seemed to be learning the most. Neither of them were exactly inexperienced sexually. In fact, they were probably more experienced than most people twice their age, but their encounters thus far had always been focused on one thing – orgasm! Sure, there was touching, licking, kissing and the closest thing to foreplay boys their age could really manage before giving in to the need to cum, but exploring the other delights their bodies could offer had never really crossed their minds. The stimulation lesson was somewhat of a revelation for them.
“Well that one’s definitely pleasurable!” Nicky sniggered as he teased Chris’ knee with a feather and was rewarded by a tiny drip of precum onto his arm.
“Are you okay?” James whispered to Chris as he stood behind him, having just jotted down his most recent finding, clearly the most meticulous note-taker of his group.
Chris was pleasantly surprised by the question. It was not surprising that one of his dormmates would check on him, but it was a little surprising that James was the one to do it. He looked back at the other boy and smiled sweetly. “Yeah, this… ow…” he scowled momentarily at Nicky. “This is pretty extra… ooh, that’s weirdly nice,” he yelped as one of the 1.08 boys peeled a blob of dried glue from his arm, “But I’m doing okay, thanks mate!”
“EVERYONE TAKE COVER, HE’S GONNA BLOW!” Mikey suddenly shouted from across the room.
Chris and his group looked over, slightly alarmed, as the other boys parted just in time to see Danny ejaculate. Panting and moaning, Danny shot a couple of hefty spurts a few feet away from him before the rest dribbled down his cock and onto his balls, slowly dripping to the floor. He stood looking exhausted, humiliated, bedraggled but strangely satisfied.
“Safe to say we can all record that one as a pleasure response!” David called out, getting a laugh from the others.
With Danny’s painfully public ejaculation completed, the boys returned around him as if he had done something as innocent as a sneeze. The sudden moans the other group heard from him suggested the boys weren’t letting up at all on his stimulation.
“Yeah, don’t go getting any ideas!” Chris scowled, seeing the group around him exchanging glances, clearly inspired by Danny’s show. “I’m not gonna… YAAARGH!” he screamed out, jumping away as he felt an ice cube get pressed against the small of his back. “Bastard!” he growled.
“Chris! Language!” Mr Jenkins called out.
“Sorry Sir but I think it’s justified!” Chris argued back, getting a snigger from the teacher. He turned to face Nicky and snapped, “Don’t do that again!”
“Fine. No ice on your back!” Nicky said with a devilish grin. He suddenly grabbed Chris around the waist with one arm to keep him in place, then pushed the ice cube between his butt cheeks, to his hole and pushed it straight inside him.
“MOTHER OF FUCKERY!” Chris screamed out as he felt the coldness inside him.
“CHRISTOPHER!” Mr Jenkins screamed. “I will NOT tell you again!”
“Ice. Sir. Ice… in my butt!” Chris yelped, trying to explain so desperately that he didn’t even think about how much it would amuse the class who burst into absolute hysterics.
Mr Jenkins went to reply to had to hold a second to stifle a giggle of his own. “Everything stays on the OUTside boys!” he called out.
“That is SO cold!” Chris hissed at Nicky who was still laughing.
“Ice is cold. Wow, I learn so much in science class!” Nicky said sarcastically. Seeing Chris glaring at him, he blew a quick a kiss and said, “I’ll make it up to you, promise!” He reached into the box and pulled out a small bag. “Hey, what are these?” he asked, pulling out a number of inch-long plastic ovoids.
“Oooh, they’re what set Danny off!” Mikey called over, seeing Nicky with the small objects. “Press the button on the end!”
Nicky did as instructed with one of them and it immediately began to vibrate, buzzing quietly. The other boys in his group stared in sudden excitement as Chris whimpered nervously. Immediately, three of the four tiny vibrators were snatched away while Nicky managed to hold onto the fourth. Within moments, all four were held against Chris’ straining cock, almost making his legs buckle.
“Hold up!” Nicky said with a grin, pulling his own one away. “Maybe we should… work up to that!”
“I like the way you think,” one of the other boys replied as they all retracted the vibrators.
Chris breathed a sigh of relief, but he soon found himself just as fraught as two made their way to his nipples, one to his balls and one round the back to tease his hole. “He looked back at the boy at his rear and said sharply, “Remember what he said. It stays OUTSIDE!” The others all laughed as the angry comment was punctuated with a moan of pleasure as the various vibrations excited him further.
While Chris endured both the pleasures and pains the other three boys continued to inflict, the four vibrating bullets gradually worked their way around every inch his body before ending up back on his nipples, balls and hole. His cock, already straining from a morning of excitement and denial was slowly dribbling small amounts of pre-cum. While not a lot, compared to his usual it was a veritable flood.
“Okay lads, let’s look at finishing up to move onto the group section of the exercise!” Mr Jenkins called out.
The four boys holding the bullets looked at each other, grinned and without even a word of instruction, all returned them to Chris’ cock. The naked boy had to steady himself against the others as his legs wobbled.
“Oh… no… no no no… god!” Chris moaned, desperately trying to hold back, but it was useless. Even without a day of excitement and denial beforehand, the vibrations would have been enough to push him over the edge. Having endured his prolonged humiliating arousal, he stood no chance of resisting, rushing towards the inevitable.
“Here he goes!” Nicky called out, giving the other group the chance to spectate as they had with Danny.
They parted to make sure the whole class could see as Chris shot his load, gasping and whimpering as his cheeks burned red. He let out a low moan. This was torture. This was humiliating. This was… freaking awesome! Spurt after spurt flew across the room, fifteen boys and one man stared, many cocks twitched at the sight. Chris finally stopped, staggering slightly as he came down from one of his most intense orgasms ever. He felt an arm around him, holding him up. He didn’t know who it was and he didn’t even care to look, he just reasted against them, panting and blushing as the class cheered.
*****
As fourth period ended and the boys filed out of the School Building, heading back Home for lunch, Chris and Danny were, unsurprisingly the centre of attention. The boys from dorms 1.06 and 1.07 caught up with the other half of their year group as they came out of science class, eager to find out what had happened.
As the boys neared the Home Building, Danny couldn’t help blushing as he listened to David talking to Adrian, showing off the ‘stimulation map’ of him they had put together. It was strangely exciting when he heard Adrian ask, “Could you send me a copy of that?”
Heading inside, the group were almost at the queue for lunch when a hand suddenly shot out from a doorway, grabbed Danny and then slammed the door shut.
“Erm… Danny just got kidnapped!” James said, looking round to see if anyone else had even noticed.
“Meh, he’ll turn up. Lunch first!” Chris said dismissively, getting a laugh and murmurs of agreement from the others.
James simply shrugged and followed the others.
Inside the room, Danny felt himself pressed against the back of the door, lips firmly against his own. Even if he hadn’t seen who had grabbed him, he would have recognised him from the kiss alone. “Hey Brian,” he said with a slight giggle as the kiss parted for a moment.
“Shut up,” Brian growled back at him, their lips meeting again as the older boy held Danny in place.
Danny moaned, thrilled by the passionate and almost frantic moves. He felt his trousers being undone, then the back being yanked down with his underwear. They had barely been back on him for ten minutes and already they were coming off again! Brian lifted the younger boy and he complied by wrapping his legs around his boyfriend, then felt the firm tip of Brian’s cock pressed against his hole. It slipped in quickly, lacking the usual tenderness Brian showed, but still with enough caution to ensure it didn’t hurt (at least, not more than Danny could handle!)
“Oh fuck,” Danny gasped as Brian started slamming into him, one arm wrapped tightly around him, one hand grasping his buttock, fingers digging into the fleshy mound. Brian’s lips were on his own again.
Brian began moaning into Danny’s mouth, the words lost but the intent clear as his thick cock pulsated in Danny’s arse and filled him with his seed. He pulled out of the kiss but kept his forehead pressed against the younger boy’s, panting heavily, their breaths mingling as their noses playfully touched.
“Not… complaining,” Danny said, catching his breath from the sudden assault, “But what was that for?”
“When I heard… about what you… and Chris were doing,” Brian began to explain, gulping down deep breaths. “It made me SO fucking horny. Just… just thinking of you… being all embarrassed and exposed. Fuck, it’s getting me going again already!”
“Well, I’m ready to go again!” Danny giggled.
“Ugh, this is so weird,” Brian said, squirming a little with his dick still inside the boy. “I’ve got the whole ‘after you cum’ sensitivity thing going, but at the same time I wanna fuck you all over again!” he said, looking genuinely conflicted.
“Then keep going!” Danny insisted. Getting a bemused look in response he said, “Just… slowly, so it’s not… ya know… too sensitive. There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain… believe me, I just found out!” he chuckled, wondering if Mr Jenkins would approve of his comment. “Take it slow until it’s NOT sensitive!”
“Fuck, okay,” Brian said, amused by the boy’s willingness. He pulled him into another kiss that lasted a few seconds before burying his face in the boy’s neck. “God, do you have any fucking clue how much I love you?”
Danny sniggered, glancing down at himself still pinned half naked to the door and replied, “I’ve got a pretty good idea!” He planted a gentle kiss on Brian’s neck, then nibbled his ear and whispered, “And I love you too!”
They returned to making out, Brian following the suggestion Danny had made but ultimately finding it impossible to continue. “Nice idea,” he said softly. “I guess I’ll just have to get you again at dinnertime!”
“Works for me!” Danny said happily. “And maybe again before bed!”
“Fuck yes!” Brian chuckled. “Ooh, maybe you sneak out tonight and come spend the night in my bed!”
Danny sighed, “Ugh, that sounds amazing, but…”
“Speaking of amazing butts…” Brian quickly interjected, playing on Danny’s choice of words. He took hold of both of Danny’s butt cheeks and squeezed them as he finally lowered the smaller boy back to his feet.
Danny sniggered. “Thanks!” he said, stretching up to kiss the taller boy, then went on, “As I was saying, no can do tonight. I’ve got other plans! I’m already sneaking out.”
Brian gasped dramatically, placing his hand on his chest. “Oh my god, who is he? You cheating bastard!” he joked, miming a slap.
“You can’t cheat in an open relationship!” Danny sniggered.
“Er, you can!” Brian corrected him. “Being free to fuck anyone and being free to fall in love with anyone are very different things! I’m not sure I want you doing whatever… or whoever… you’re planning!” He looked deadly serious for a moment, but as he saw the worried look on Danny’s face he burst into laughter. “Relax, you know I trust you. Who’s the lucky guy?”
“Twat,” Danny said, playfully punching Brian in the stomach for the tease, enjoying the feel of his abs as his fingers lingered there for a moment. “And it’s just Chris!” he explained.
“Oh, birthday thing?” Brian asked as he zipped up.
Danny nodded, pulling his own trousers back up. Tomorrow was Chris’ birthday, but just as he had done the previous year when they snuck out at the stroke of midnight to celebrate, Danny wanted to be the first one to spend time with him on the special day.
“That’s sweet. You two are too cute!” Brian chuckled. “Anyway, lunch calls. See ya later, sweetcheeks!” he said playfully as he headed out, blowing Danny a kiss.
*****
The afternoon was embarrassing but quite fun for Chris and Danny. Fifth and sixth period was Maths with Mr Beecham who always made classes enjoyable anyway even without naked volunteers. He made full use of Chris and Danny, first taking the opportunity to humiliate them with some measurements, having the boys work out distances between certain body parts – such as the tip of their ever-present erections to their belly buttons – using Pythagoras Theorem. Next, while he left the rest of the class working through some calculations, he wrote a range of equations across Chris’ naked body and answers on Danny’s then timed small groups of the class on matching up the right ones quickly.
The last two periods of the day were English, this time for the boys of their own dorm along with the boys from 1.05. Much as it had gone the same way as the single period that morning with the boys from 1.07 and 1.08 as Mr Fitzsimmons once again tasked the boys with writing Chris-and-Danny-inspired poetry. The rest of the time was filled with a fun activity on adjectives, working their way across the boys’ bodies and allowing the class to shout out examples of adjectives to describe them. Some of the best ones had come, as expected, around the boys’ private parts, with Chris described as ‘tiny’, ‘small’, ‘undeveloped’, ‘disappointing’ and other amusingly mean words, while descriptions of Danny’s arse had included ‘perky’, ‘plump’, ‘juicy’ and, most amusingly, ‘tasty’!
When the two boys left their final naked class of the day, they found Blane waiting for them. As much as the humiliation-loving sides of both boys had enjoyed much of the day, they were thoroughly relieved it was over until Blane asked the question, “How did you enjoy the first day of your volunteering?” Both boys had been under the impression it was a one-off! It had been with a mix of excitement and terror (more so the latter) that Blane revealed they had been signed up for a naked volunteering day every half-term for the rest of the year, meaning they still had five to go! Blane insisted it was intended as a ‘constant reminder’ of the inappropriateness of their spying.
As promised, on their way to dinner following the day’s ‘quiet study’ hour, Danny was grabbed once again by Brian. The older boy remained exceptionally horny at the thought of his young boyfriend being stripped and humiliated over and over. He fucked Danny every bit as hard as he had at lunchtime, almost making Danny cum untouched, but not quite. A quick suck was enough to make Danny release his load before they each headed off to re-join their friends for dinner.
Music Club always made for a fairly relaxed evening. It was one of the things Nicky and Chris both loved about attending it. Sometimes there were formal activities arranged, but more often they were just encouraged to do what they wanted. A band made up Year 12 students had asked for anyone who had the time to spectate while they performed a couple of new songs they had written and Chris had jumped at the chance, partly because he wanted to get more into writing his own songs, but also because the day had exhausted him and just chilling on the sofas in the performance area sounded pretty appealing.
“Geez, you look knackered!” Nicky commented as he flopped down onto the sofa beside Chris.
“Yeah, it’s almost like I had an insane day or something!” Chris replied with a weary smirk.
“Oy, save the sarcasm, that’s my job!” Nicky chuckled. “Come here,” he added, holding his arm out towards the other boy.
Chris, never one to turn down physical affection, eagerly flopped sideways onto Nicky as he felt the arm come down around him. He nestled into place as they started watching the band, now on it’s seventh name since the boys started it in Year 9, get set up to perform.
“I miss our Saturday mornings!” Nicky sighed after a few moments of cuddling Chris.
During Year 7, both boys had no activities first thing on a Saturday. That had initially meant just the opportunity to sleep in, though that had quickly changed to sleeping in together, then jerking off together and by the end of the year, cuddles, kisses, and blowjobs together. With the activity schedule changed for Year 8, they still got to spend their Saturday mornings together, but it was at Music Club instead of alone in bed.
“Yeah, me too,” Chris said softly.
“I have Sunday mornings with no plans any time you feel like skipping drama!” Nicky said, grinning playfully.
“I might take you up on that,” Chris chuckled.
“Just… to be clear,” Nicky said, sounding a little nervous. “I don’t just mean I miss the… ya know… sexy, sexy fun times. I miss hanging out with you… just you!”
Chris tilted his head up a little to look at Nicky, staring into his big brown eyes for several seconds. “Yeah, me too!” he repeated. He lowered his head back down to rest against Nicky’s chest and let out a gentle sigh. He knew the moment they had just shared, he knew the things Nicky hadn’t said and he hadn’t voiced in return and he knew that he could sit up right now, grab the other boy and kiss him. It would likely lead to something wonderful, something he hadn’t felt since he first got together with Kyle, almost a year ago now.
Chris knew all of that and yet, he remained motionless, gripped tightly onto his friend, held back from doing anything by a single word – Danny!
*****
“This is so unfair,” Alex said, serious but trying not to sound whiney. “Don’t they realise how much this’ll get in the way of us dating!” he complained, having just been told by Rob that their intended, ongoing Monday night plans would have to be cancelled due to Rib’s duties as rugby captain.
“Aww, don’t worry, I’ll always have time for my lovely boyfriend!” Rob replied, chuckling as he tilted his head onto Alex’s shoulder. He suddenly sat up, eyes wide at the realisation of what he had just said.
Since their first ‘date’ just over three weeks ago, they had been on three more official ‘dates’ and just ‘hung out’ a few more times than that, but neither of them had used the word boyfriend or discussed the matter. Just to add to the confusion, they always ended up making out (a lot) but had never progressed beyond that. Considering a blow job was the Kingswood equivalent of a handshake, it was certainly making things unclear for Rob.
“Oh, erm… I… I didn’t mean to… to assume anything,” Rob stuttered awkwardly.
“About what?” Alex asked, a little confused.
“I just… called you my boyfriend!” Rob said, unsure if Alex was just playing it cool or if he hadn’t even picked up on it.
“Yeah, so? I am, aren’t I?” Alex asked with a casual shrug.
“Yeah,” Rob grinned. “I just… wasn’t sure. We hadn’t, ya know, said that! And we haven’t… done stuff!”
Alex flinched a little at the comment. “No, I… suppose we haven’t. Is that… a problem?” he asked cautiously.
“No!” Rob insisted, shaking his head emphatically. “It’s fine, it’s fine, like I said, I just wasn’t sure.”
“Should we… have done ‘stuff’ by now?” Alex enquired, sounding genuinely unsure. “Am I… being a bad boyfriend? I’m trying not to be, I promise!”
“Aww, babe no,” Rob said, grabbing Alex into a hug, worried he had upset him. “You’re a great boyfriend, I promise. And no rush for ‘stuff’. Just so long as I know we’re… ya know… heading that way!”
“We are!” Alex said, nodding as Rob pulled back a little. “I might just… need some time, okay?”
Rob nodded and smiled, then leaned in for a quick kiss. “Take as long as you need,” he reassured him as they parted. “And you know can talk to me about this stuff if you need to, right?”
“I do,” Alex nodded. “And I will, just not yet!”
“Rob, hurry up!” they suddenly heard from behind them.
They turned to see Isaac, the Year 10 rugby captain, standing there waiting for him. As Rob grinned and jumped to his feet, Alex seemed to shrink even further into himself.
“You okay?” Rob asked quietly, noticing the shift.
“Yeah,” Alex said, standing up. “Have fun, I’ll see ya later!”
Rob watched, worried, as Alex hurried away.
“You need to watch yourself with that one!” Isaac said coldly, staring after Alex as Rob approached.
“Alex?” Rob asked curiously. “Why?”
Isaac scowled. “Nasty piece of work. Trust me, I’ve shared a dorm with him for over three years now and he is NOT a nice guy!” he said.
It hadn’t occurred to Rob that Isaac knew Alex, despite them being in the same Year and it had certainly never occurred to him they would be dormmates. He had heard from Alex how unpleasant the other boys in his dorm had been to him, and Isaac had seemed so nice when Rob had hung out with him during rugby captain meetings. It had just never occurred to him that the horrible dormmate and the friendly captain might be the same person.
“Alex is great!” Rob insisted.
Isaac just shook his head. “Whatever. I warned you so my conscience is clear. Come on, let’s go meet the others!” he said, leading Rob off to meet up with the other rugby captains.
*****
Chris had looked forward to Monday evenings when the dorm got their activity schedules sorted at the start of the year. For the 7.30-8.45 activity slot, he and Rob were the only boys without anything planned. Chris had intended to take advantage of that to spend more time with the other boy. As much as he loved his three closest friends, he knew there were others in the dorm he still needed to get to know better.
Much to Chris’ dismay, Rob’s election as rugby captain had messed up those plans. That left Chris with a problem – he was alone! Chris despised being alone. In fact, after his persistent nightmares and night terrors were revealed to the faculty by Danny (in an attempt to help him) Dr Arkwright had suggested a potential diagnosis of Autophobia – fear of being alone!
While he was working with Dr Arkwright to get past his issues and was making good progress, he still preferred to be around other people. He was just about to head out of the dorm to try and find some company when the door opened, and Nicky entered. Chris gave him a curious look and asked, “Shouldn’t you be at Basketball?”
Nicky shrugged. “I normally only like going cos I get to go with Mikey but he went to football instead, so I decided to skip it!”
Chris grinned. “Are you sure you weren’t just looking for an excuse to hang out alone with me?” he asked playfully, thinking back to their conversation at Music Club.
Nicky shook his head. “Nah. Had no idea you’d even be here!” As Chris looked a little disappointed, Nicky added, “But if I had, that totally would have been my excuse for bailing on Basketball!”
The two boys chuckled as Nicky tossed his gym bag into his wardrobe.
“Actually, I’m glad you’re here. There’s something I’ve been thinking about asking you!” Chris explained.
Nicky gulped a little as he approached. He had a feeling he knew what it was, or at least what he hoped it was… sort of… maybe! His feelings for Chris were complex, the other boy having acted as a surrogate mentor for him while he was busy dating his actual mentor in Year 7. In doing so he also became one of Nicky’s closest friends and most frequent sexual partners. He was also one quarter of the bizarre four-way friendship/sexual relationship they shared with Mikey and Danny.
“Sure, what is it?” Nicky asked nervously as he sat beside Chris on the sofa.
“Well… we just seem to… I dunno… work well together, don’t we?” Chris asked.
“Yeah, I guess,” Nicky said, not quite the romantic proclamation he was expecting, but the sentiment was correct.
“And so I figured it just kinda makes sense for us to… keep doing stuff together, ya know, just me and you!” Chris went on.
“I… I think I’d like that,” Nicky said, blushing a little.
“Great!” Chris beamed. “So what do we call ourselves?”
“Boyfriends?” Nicky suggested cautiously. “Or is that… too quick?”
Chris frowned, smirking a little. “I mean… it’s not the worst band name I’ve heard but it’s not exactly catchy!”
“Band name?” Nicky asked, a little lost. “Wait, what are you actually asking me?”
“To form a duet, maybe write songs together, perform, that sorta thing!” Chris said, then cocked his head quizzically. “Wait, what did you think I was asking?”
“I thought… you were… asking me out!” Nicky confessed awkwardly.
“Ohhhh!” Chris said, nodding. “Yeah, I can… see how I might have been unclear. Sorry about that!” he apologised, chuckling. He thought for just a moment and said, “Wait, you… you thought I was asking you out and… you said yes?”
“No!” Nicky said sharply.
“What?” Chris asked, confused by the sudden refusal.
“Yes!” Nicky said, totally floundering now.
“What?” Chris repeated. “Do you… WANT to date me?”
Nicky buried his face in his hands, groaning. “Can you forget I said anything?” he requested, his voice muffled.
“And miss the chance to tease you mercilessly? No chance!” Chris chuckled, reaching out to pull Nicky into a hug.
Nicky continued to whimper at the embarrassment as his head rested against Chris’ chest. “Just so you know, my answer to your actual question is a yes too,” he offered quietly. “We perform well together!”
“Good, I think we’ll be awesome!” Chris said cheerfully.
Nicky pulled away and lowered his hands, smiling meekly. “Yeah, me too. I… erm… I actually wrote on my report card that I’d like to work with you more, so… it’s kinda perfect!”
“You wanna grab your guitar and maybe try some stuff out?” Chris suggested.
Nicky smiled as he stood, glad that Chris wasn’t teasing him too much… not yet anyway.
As Nicky headed over to grab his guitar, Chris thought for a moment and sighed. As Nicky returned he took a deep breath and said, “About… the other thing!”
“Yeah,” Nicky said, ready for the mockery to begin.
“I like you Nicky,” Chris started, then let out a slight grunt and shook his head. “Wait, nope, doesn’t sound right. I love you Nicky… yeah, that’s more like it, as a friend but honestly, maybe more, but…” he paused, taking a deep breath.
Nicky sighed, knowing what Chris was thinking. “But Danny!” he suggested.
“Yeah!” Chris replied. “And Mikey’s a thing too! It’s all… just complicated!”
Nicky nodded again. “Yeah, ya got that right,” he chuckled. “But hey, look on the bright side… if Adele and Taylor Swift can get hits out of being mopey over men, then we’re guaranteed a number one!”
Chris burst into laughter as he nodded in agreement.
*****
As football practice finished, Danny headed back into the locker room, accompanied by Adrian and Kyle, with Mikey and Josh right behind them. It had been a fun practice as always and Danny seemed to have been on fire, in his usual position as goalkeeper. Mr Cunningham, football coach by evening and Geography by day, had joked that Danny’s day of naked volunteering should maybe be repeated the next time the Year 8 team had a proper match if it was going to result in such an impressive performance. The rest of the boys had, as expected, been very much in support of the idea while Danny had politely disagreed, embarrassed by yet another reminder of his day.
“Naked football CAN be fun!” Adrian said with a slight smirk as they headed inside. “I mean, when we did it last year, it wasn’t ALL bad!”
“It was cold and muddy!” Danny grumbled. He still remembered the day the Year 7 team had ended up being collectively punished by a naked football match. He had returned to the locker room afterwards pretty much caked head to toe in mud.
“Fine, well maybe we can suggest it to Mr Cunningham in the Spring then!” Adrian said with a grin, not actually being clear whether he was serious or not.
“Or it could always be a roleplay!” Kyle said with a grin.
“Shhh!” Danny hissed at him, but a glance back showed Mikey and Josh were engrossed in conversation. “We don’t want EVERYONE to know!” he insisted.
Danny and Adrian had begun exploring roleplay for sexual scenarios at the end of Year 7 and had carried on into the new school year, but it had become obvious quite early on that having just two of them involved definitely limited the possibilities. They had both made suggestions for who invite to join in but it was Danny’s suggestion of Kyle they had gone with. Danny was glad Adrian had agreed. For a while back in Year 7, Danny had been almost as close to Kyle as he was to Chris, though that had all ended quite badly.
Having this new activity they could enjoy together was fun and hopefully a way to rekindle the friendship they had once shared. So far, the three had only discussed possible ideas rather than actually doing anything. Their first session was planned for the following Sunday as it was the next time they were all free together.
As they reached the lockers and stood casually chatting, the door swung open hard with a loud thud. As the nearby boys all glanced over, they saw Brian storm in. At first, he looked to be almost angry as he marched over towards the group of Year 8 boys, especially when he snapped, “Move!” at a couple of them. It was with a slight sense of panic that they saw him grab Danny, throw him over his shoulder and continue his march on towards the shower room.
“Erm… should we be worried?” Kyle asked, nervously, surprised at the lack of reaction from Danny’s dormmates that he appeared to have just been kidnapped.
“Nah, it’s not the first time. He’ll be back!” Josh sniggered.
Danny was giggling as he was carried into the shower room. “Still horny, are ya?” he asked playfully. Despite the fact Brian had already fucked him twice today, it seemed the older boy was still eager for more.
“Shut up!” Brian snapped as he headed into a cubicle. He dropped Danny back down to the ground, locked the door then turned to grab him. Taking hold of Danny’s cheeks with both hands, he pulled the boy into a passionate kiss, getting a happy mew in response as hands gripped tightly into his hips. As he pushed Danny back, he accidentally started the shower.
They pulled apart, looked up at the shower head then chuckled at each other and returned to their kiss, the water flattening their hair before flowing down their bodies to soak their football kits against their bodies.
Brian continued the kiss, but gradually worked his lips across Danny’s cheek, gave his ear a quick nibble and then started kissing his neck. His hands lowered, reaching for Danny’s waist, one hand slipping down inside his shorts and underwear, the other up under his shirt to caress the smooth, supple small of his back, the wet shirt clinging to his arm.
“Oh crap,” Danny gasped, shuddering at the feeling of the lips on his neck and the fingers working their way down into his butt crack, the shower water flowing down Brian’s arm straight into it. He let out a delighted gasp as he felt the tip of a finger press into his hole.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” Brian whispered into the younger boy’s ear. “When I’m not with you, you’re all I can think about,” he kissed Danny’s cheek. “When I’m with you, I can’t take my eyes off,” he kissed the other cheek. “And when I touch you, I never want to stop!” His lips met Danny’s again, gentler this time, one hand still teasing the boy’s hole, the other raised to caress his cheek as they embraced.
Danny pulled his mouth back a little, keeping their foreheads in contact as he opened his eyes and stared into Brian’s. “Sounds like you might love me or something,” he said with a playful grin.
“So. Fucking. Much!” Brian growled.
As Danny smiled at the sentiment, he felt himself get spun round, then bent over as Brian peeled the wet shorts and underwear down enough to reveal Danny’s perfect, pale butt. Pulling his own cock out, he grabbed a glob of shower gel to lubricate it, then positioned the head against Danny’s hole as the boy braced himself against the wall, head resting against folded arms.
Brian worked in slowly but wasted no time in building a quick pace in fucking him, passion turning to desperation with each passing moment. He HAD to cum. He HAD to shoot inside Danny again.
“Make me cum too,” Danny pleaded.
Brian was happy to oblige, reaching round to grab Danny’s raging erection through the wet clothing, squeezing it over and over in time with his thrusts. The tension and eagerness easily sped things along, bringing both excitable boys to the brink of release much quicker than they wanted and somehow nowhere near quick enough at the same time.
It was unclear whether Brian’s orgasm triggered Danny’s or vice versa, but moments later, both had cum, Brian inside Danny and Danny in his soaked underwear. Danny barely had time to recover before Brian had picked him up over his shoulder, much as he had on the way in, and carried him back out into the locker room.
The two boys in their wet clothes got a few giggles and comments from the others still getting changed. As Brian got back to where Danny’s friends were, he placed the boy onto the bench, flat on his back, delivered a final kiss and walked away with a casual, “See ya tomorrow, sunshine!”
Danny lay in a slight daze as Mikey, Josh, Kyle and Adrian looked down at him, sniggering. “Having a boyfriend is so fucking cool!” he chuckled.