The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 18 (Patreon)
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Chapter 18
Friday 15 January 2021
“I don’t think I can take this anymore. It just… it hurts too much!” Josh said, shaking his head in utter dismay.
“Aren’t you being a tiny bit melodramatic?” James asked, scowling back at him.
“Aren’t you being a tiny bit NOT moladromanic enough?” Josh asked back pointedly.
“Mate, the word’s ‘melodramatic’!” Rob corrected him from the opposite side to James.
Josh glared at Rob and said, “Look, it’s bad enough he’s trying to kill me with History. Don’t you be throwing English on top of it too unless you want me to literally drop dead!”
“Wow, so moladramanic!” Rob muttered, sniggering.
“At least he used ‘literally’ correctly!” James replied with a casual shrug.
Josh lowered his head onto the desk and mumbled, “I hate you both!”
The three boys, along with the rest of the dorm, were working their way through Study Hour, the time dedicated to homework and extra study at the end of each day, the final hurdle before true freedom and, more importantly, dinner. James had ‘reserved’ Josh so he could put in some time on the extra tutoring that they were doing at Josh’s request.
“Well hate me after we’ve finished studying!” James insisted.
Josh rolled his head to the side so he could glare at James without lifting it. “Like it’s not bad enough that our Friday finishes with double History, but then you wanna go and study MORE history straight after!”
“I thought it was best to get it in while the subject’s still fresh in your mind!” James reasoned.
“My mind is NOT fresh at 4.30 on a Friday!” Josh pouted.
“I know, I can smell it rotting from here!” Rob sniggered from the other side.
“You’re not helping!” James scolded the other boy.
Rob chuckled and said, “I’m not trying to!”
“Come on, this is interesting stuff!” James insisted.
“Yeah, to you!” Josh argued.
“Should be to you too!” James said, sounding genuinely confused that it wasn’t. “History is what put us where we are today. Our past is what determines how we live our lives today. So many of our problems have historical causes and studying can help us fix them!”
Josh sat up and frowned. “So what’s the historical cause for you?” he asked jokingly. “Like, what happened in your past to make you…” he gestured up and down the other boy, “…like this?”
James visibly flinched at the question. “Like what?” he asked, sounding offended.
“I think he was just joking!” Rob quickly jumped in.
“No. Like what?” James demanded. “What’s… what’s wrong with me?”
“Oh… n… nothing,” Josh stuttered, realising he had seemingly struck a nerve. “I was just kidding, I promise!”
“If you’ve got a problem with me, then let me solve it for you!” James said sharply. He scowled and went to slam his laptop closed, but paused when he realised he didn’t want to damage it, so he just closed it as firmly as he dare, then grabbed his stuff and walked away to the other side of the room.
“I was only joking,” Josh said sadly, looking to Rob.
“I know. It’s okay, he’ll get over it!” Rob replied with a shrug, rubbing his friend’s arm gently.
*****
Once dinnertime finally rolled around and the boys all piled into the Dining Hall, the 1.05 boys queued together as usual though as they headed to the table, Josh found himself walking beside James who just glared at him.
“James, I…” Josh started.
“Come on David,” James said, cutting Josh off and ignoring him entirely. “Let’s go sit over there so we can actually have an intelligent conversation!” He pointed to the far end of the usual Year 8 table, where there was only a small amount of space.
“Erm… but…” David stuttered, but as James’ glare turned to him instead he quickly said, “Yeah, okay!”
“Oh, well if they’re doing that,” Rob said with as much of a shrug as he could manage while carrying his tray, “I’m gonna go sit with Alex. I haven’t seen him all day! You be okay?”
“Yeah,” Josh said, clearly annoyed at James. He smiled as he spotted his foster brother, Ellis, sitting at the Year 10 table and said, “I’m gonna catch up with El. See ya later!”
As the two boys headed away, Chris Nicky and Mikey exchanged confused looks. “What’s going on?” Mikey asked curiously.
“No idea,” Nicky said, shaking his head. “But hey, just us… maybe we can count this as a date!”
Mikey giggled and nodded as he put his tray down on the table.
“Don’t dates usually end with sex?” Chris asked playfully. As he got a nod from Nicky, he grinned broadly and said, “Then a date it is!”
*****
David let out a gentle sigh as he looked around. Normally swimming club was one of his favourite activities. While a large part of that was the massive array of scantily-clad students he could enjoy observing, imagining which ones he might play with should he ever actually begin to develop and be freed from chastity, the main reason was that it allowed him to hang out with some of his favourite people.
Ever since the first week at the school, Chris, Danny, James and David had gone to the club together and he loved every moment. While James was his best friend, Danny was his first friend and Chris was just so wonderfully affectionate. It all added up to wonderful experience for David every time they came to the pool.
Tonight was different though. Danny’s absence had been felt since the very first day, though David had eventually gotten used to it, but now Chris was missing too, opting to hang out with his boyfriends for the whole evening rather than cutting their time together short.
“What’s up with you?” James demanded as he took a seat on the bench beside David.
David took a breath, considering what, if anything, to share. At the best of times James could be dismissive about feelings, but with the mood he had been in all evening David already knew the best he would get is a, “They’ll be back!” or even a, “Geez, get over it already!” Instead David opted for a rather bland, “Just not feeling it tonight!”
“Yeah, me neither,” James pouted. “Shall we get out of here?”
David shrugged. “Pretty sure it’s not safe to go back to the dorm. The others are… doing stuff!” he said, shaking his head.
James blushed a little and said quietly, “Maybe… we can go in there…” he nodded towards the locker room, “And maybe… do stuff… too?”
David’s face suddenly lit up, but he quickly suppressed it and said, “Yeah, I guess we could do that… if you want to!”
James looked roughly in David’s direction without actually making eye contact as he nodded.
“Come on then,” David said, standing and nodding towards the door.
“Shouldn’t we… tell someone or make an excuse or something?” James asked, concerned the absence would be noted.
David shook his head. “Nah, the good thing about being unimportant is nobody notices when you sneak away,” he giggled, then started walking. James quickly followed.
After a brief stop at their lockers to retrieve their towels as well as the key to James’ chastity device, they headed into the shower room, smirking at each other as they spotted an occupied cubicle with at least two sets of feet visible below the door and the obscured outline of a body pressed against it. Clearly they were not the only ones in search of a more scintillating activity for the evening.
Once they were inside a cubicle, both standing more towards the rear for fear of being spotted as easily as the other boys they had seen, David quickly removed James’ speedo then his chastity belt.
“I feel like I’m never gonna get out of mine!” David exclaimed and nodded to the belt. “When I got checked at the start of term, I could swear it had actually got smaller, not bigger!” he said, looking close to tears. “What if there’s something wrong with me?”
“Puberty in males generally starts between the ages of ten and thirteen but can sometimes start later,” James said, reciting the research he had done on the subject long before even coming to Kingswood. “You don’t even turn thirteen for another one-hundred-and-seventy-nine days!”
David went to ask if the number was accurate, but quickly realised this was James, so of course it was! “Yeah, well you were only twelve when you started, so were most of the others, Chris was, like, eleven and Nicky… I reckon he probably started puberty at birth. So why’ve I got to wait so long?” he demanded, clearly getting quite worked up over it.
“Everyone’s different!” James explained, remembering that exact comment from what he had read.
“Yeah, well… I’m already different enough, aren’t I? I’m already the short one and the fat one and the one with two dads and… I don’t wanna always be different!” David said, sniffing slightly.
“You’d rather be the same as everyone else?” James asked, appalled at the idea.
“No!” David insisted. “I just… I’d like SOME of me to be NOT different!”
“I like that you’re different. I’m pretty different too and I like being different with you!” James explained. As David just stared back and smiled, James frowned a little and asked, “Did you mean what you said out by the pool? That you think you’re unimportant?”
David pursed his lips, staring down at the floor as he gave a shrug in response. “Yeah, kinda,” he said shyly.
James took a few breaths as David continued to avert his gaze. After a few moments he said, “I can’t speak for the others… because I have literally no clue how their minds work, if you can even call it that, but… you’re important to me!”
“Really?” David asked, wide-eyed. It was the closest he had ever gotten to a compliment from James.
“Yeah,” James nodded. “You’re the most important person in my life, so please never call yourself that.”
“Okay,” David said, clearly delighted with the comment.
“David. When… you do, erm, start to change and, erm, get unlocked. Will that mean that… we won’t do this stuff anymore?” James asked.
“I wasn’t planning on it!” David answered honestly. “I was actually kinda thinking we could do stuff… together!”
“What, you mean… like… masturbating each other?” James asked, blushing as his cock began to swell.
“Or more!” David smiled. “There’s loads I wanna do and if I get to do it with you, that’s even better!” He looked thoughtful for a moment and added, “But… I don’t wanna do anything that’s gonna… freak you out again!”
James winced at the comment. Twice now he had let David try stimulating him orally and both times he had been unable to proceed past the first few seconds.
“Is it… me?” David asked, not sure he wanted to know the answer.
James shook his head but frowned, visibly annoyed. “I don’t know what it is!” he said, looking almost pained. “I don’t know and I HATE not knowing stuff!”
“We’ll figure it out,” David said, reaching out to take his friend’s hand as he smiled sweetly. “But how about for now we don’t do that and maybe… try something else?”
James nodded and said, “Yeah, I’d like that. What… erm… what’ve you got in mind? Not bottom stuff!” He shook his head emphatically.
David chuckled. “No, I was thinking something… a bit easier,” he said coyly, beginning to blush a little. “Have you… ever kissed anyone?”
James shook his head.
“Would you… like to?” David asked nervously.
James stared back for a moment, then nodded.
Both boys gulped as they stared in anticipation, before both leaned in a little. Their mouths met for a closed-mouth kiss that lasted barely five seconds before they pulled away.
“No freak out?” David asked, wide-eyed.
James gave one of his rare but sweet smiles as he shook his head. “So let’s do more, cos that was fun!” he said quietly.
They leaned into each other again and kissed, this time grabbing each other gently, their bare bodies pressing together. They let out a synchronised moan then both sniggered at it, but continued kissing. Eventually, David’s lips parted and he allowed his tongue to delicately probe at James’ mouth which opened slightly in response. As their tongues met, they both pulled away, giggling.
“That felt funny,” James said with a grin.
“Funny good or funny bad?” David asked, knowing he had enjoyed it but desperately hoping James had too.
“Well, erm…” James said, taking a step back to look down at his erection.
“Definitely good then!” David said cheerfully. “Why don’t I play with that while we kiss some more?”
James feigned looked contemplative for a moment, then grinned again and said, “Okay!”
They quickly grabbed onto each other again as they kissed, one of David’s hands finding its way to James’ cock while the other gripped tightly onto the back of his neck. James’ hands returned the favour, one caressing David’s soft torso, the other starting on his back before sliding up into his jet black hair.
James’s moans slowly became higher-pitched as their embrace pushed him closer and closer to release. When he finally reached the point of no return, he ended the kiss but pressed his forehead against David’s, eyes closed as he gasped, “Ugh, David… unnnh!”
David happily pumped away at the twitching dick as it spurted its small load over his stomach and dribbled down his legs.
They held onto each other as James caught his breath, exchanging a few more brief pecks on the lips before pulling away completely. They kept exchanging shy glances as they started up the shower and got cleaned off, occasionally giggling together.
By the time they made their way back to their lockers, some of the activities were reaching their conclusions and the locker room was beginning to get busier. Just as James was pulling on his clothes, the rest of the swimmers headed in.
“I thought you two left already!” Adrian stated as he saw James and David.
Before they could answer, one of the older boys interjected with, “Sneaking out early but still being here half an hour later. I reckon we all know what they’ve been up to!” he teased. James was just about to object when the older boy added a playful, “You’ve been a naughty boy, champ!”
David laughed the comment off immediately, but James, who was just getting his last few items from his locker completely froze up. All the colour drained from his cheeks, his hands trembled and he was suddenly drenched in a fine sheen of sweat as he stood locked in place. He likely wouldn’t have moved at all if it hadn’t been for David nudging him to ask, “You okay?”
James inhaled sharply, unaware he had even been holding his breath. Despite his shakiness, he managed to nod back at David, then silently finished loading up his bag to leave.
*****
Chris let out a contented sigh as he leaned back with his eyes closed. He was sat, fully naked, with an arm stretched out to each side, one around Mikey and the other around Nicky. He smiled as he felt lips on his neck, slowly kissing their way up to his mouth. He let his eyes flick open for a moment and glanced to either side.
Both of the others were stroking their cocks slowly as they kissed him. As much as he enjoyed holding his two boyfriends, he did find himself regretting his choice of position as it left him unable to pleasure himself along with them. “If anyone feels like lending me a hand…” he mumbled.
He immediately felt two hands on him, though not where he had intended. Mikey’s hand began stroking his chest, allowing a finger to occasional glance over a nipple, while Nicky’s hand lowered to his leg, rubbing it gently, occasionally sliding to his inner thigh, tantalisingly close to his balls. Chris let out a frustrated moan but knew if he asked for what he wanted, the other two were likely to deprive him of it more, purely for their own entertainment. Instead he settled for just sitting and enjoying what they were doing, his throbbing cock glistening at the tip with a bead of precum.
Chris endured an agonising fifteen minutes sitting there with the two masturbating boys, letting out occasional whimpers as he heard the tell-tale noises he had learned by now signalled each of them was on the brink of release. ‘I like that I know their noises,’ he thought to himself happily. ‘It’s so weird how quickly they’ve gone from just mates to… this!’ he thought, looking side to side as he smiled.
‘Is it quick though?’ Chris thought. ‘I got with Nicky on my birthday, so then October, November, December and some of January… fuck, it’s been four months already! Three with Mikey too! That’s pretty long. Wait, how long was Kyle? November, December, January, February, March… five months. Wow, I’m getting close! And this is going so well!’
Chris’ smile dropped for a moment. ‘I screwed things up with Kyle because of Danny and now… Danny’s not here and things are going great. I wonder… would they be going so well if he WAS here? Fuck! No! Shut up!’ he told himself. ‘If Danny comes back… wait, no, not IF, when… WHEN Danny comes back, will things… change? Is it me? Is it him? Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Stop thinking that. Just… focus on Nicky and Mikey. You love them!’ he smiled to himself again. ‘Yeah, you do, you love your boyfriends. Hehe, boyfriends… two of them… that is SO cool. Oh wait, Nicky’s gonna cum!’
“I’m gonna cum,” Nicky gasped.
‘Told ya so!’ Chris thought with an internal snigger.
Nicky and Mikey both watched excitedly as Nicky let out a happy moan and spurted spunk all over his body, the first two spurts hitting the underside of his chin before dripping back down onto his skinny chest.
As Nicky moved, Chris pulled his arm free and grabbed his cock with a happy, “Yesss!”
“Nuh-uh!” Mikey instructed immediately, knocking Chris’ hand away. “I’ll finish you off when I’m done with me!”
“Ugh, well hurry up!” Chris grumbled.
Nicky sniggered at the two. “Well, I’ll let you two finish off. I’m grabbing a shower!” he said as he stood, cleaning off the spunk from his body with his discarded underwear.
As Chris sat enduring Mikey’s torturously slow wank, he watched Nicky and chuckled. “I love that you’re getting dressed, just to go and get undressed in the shower!” he said, shaking his head.
Nicky still lacked the confidence to walk round to the shower room in a towel like most of the other boys, preferring to make the journey fully dressed and then get re-dressed before leaving too. Nicky didn’t reply, he just blushed. He knew it was weird and had it been something Chris or Mikey was doing he likely would have been helping them tackle it, but it turned out it was a lot easier to help others than to help yourself. With a meek smile, he headed out of the room carrying his shower gear and change of clothes.
Nicky let out a gentle sigh as he got out into the corridor. He walked along, missing the days when he was in dorm 1.01 and much closer to the shower room. Just as he passed his old dorm, the door opened and a few of the room’s occupants walked out. They stopped as they spotted the older boy.
“Oh, hey, it’s donkey boy!” one of the Year 7 boys said with a snigger.
Nicky froze. He wanted to tell them to piss off, or to just ignore them and carry on walking, but instead he was just stuck in place.
“Donkey boy?” another asked. “Why donkey boy?”
“He’s hung like one!” Froggy said, grinning wickedly. “He’s the guy Angel pranked at diving club!”
It was strange. Normally saying someone had a big dick would be a compliment by Kingswood standards, but the younger boys seemed to have picked up on Nicky’s discomfort around it. The prank at diving club had involved getting Nicky to drop his speedo, getting him hard and then knocking him into public view, where he had received a roar of laughter from the rest of at club’s attendees.
It had ended up being Josh who got revenge for the prank on Nicky’s behalf, rigging the younger boys’ speedos to fall apart in water, presumably leaving them with their own embarrassment, though neither of them had witnessed it.
“Not seen ya at diving club, donkey boy,” Froggy said with a grin. “Too scared to show your face after your lame attempt to prank us?”
“I didn’t… do anything,” Nicky said, shrinking away from them.
“So you didn’t try to set us up to end up naked too?” Froggy asked, looking curiously at Nicky. “Is that maybe why you quit diving?” He looked to Angel, seemingly for approval of the taunt.
“N… no…” Nicky stuttered at the aggressive boy, cowering a little as Angel stood silently.
“N n n n n n… no!” one of the other boys mocked, getting laughs from the rest. “Look at that!” he said, “He’s twice our size and shit-scared of us! What a pussy!”
“Wait, is he a donkey or a pussy?” one of the other boys asked, getting a laugh again.
“He’s both!” Froggy declared. “From now on he’s Donkey-pussy!” He looked to Nicky and asked, “You like that, Donkey-pussy?”
“Leave me alone,” Nicky squeaked, clearly on the verge of tears.
“Everything okay out here?” Mr Trent asked, emerging from dorm 1.02 next door.
“Yes Sir, just catching up with an old friend from diving club!” Angel said. His nickname, although clearly based on his name, suddenly seemed so apt. His tone, his demeanour, all of it was nothing short of angelic. “But he was just leaving!”
Nicky took the interruption as his opportunity to escape and almost ran the rest of the way to the shower room. As soon as he was in the cubicle, he turned to the shower on, hoping the sound would muffle what he knew what was about to happen as he burst into tears.
*****
Rob felt so grown-up, having spent a large part of the evening in the second floor Common Room, occupied almost entirely by Year 10 and 11 students. He had been intending to spend the evening with Alex, but he had been invited by his dormmates to join them for a few games of pool in the Common Room.
With Alex still working on rebuilding his relationship with his peers after years of disharmony, Rob had been keen to support anything that helped that happen. After all, it had been Rob who took the first steps to fixing things. As a compromise, Alex had joined his friends and Rob had tagged along with them all.
It helped that Rob was already close with one of Alex’s dormmates, Isaac. Being a fellow rugby captain, Rob saw him almost as often as he saw Alex, the group of captains meeting a few times a week for both rugby-related and non-rugby-related activities. The other two members of the dorm, Paddy and Luke both seemed nice enough and the few times Rob had hung out with them they always seemed fun.
As the older boys played pool, Rob was beginning to notice how comfortable they were all getting with him. Aside from the casual insults and teases coming his way, a typical Kingswood way of expressing affection, they were beginning to get more physically affectionate too. Several times Isaac had stood behind Rob, arms casually around him as they watched the others play. Luke and Paddy weren’t quite that tactile yet, but they were getting there.
It all seemed to be an exceptionally ordinary, but pleasant, evening until Rob heard Isaac say, “Let’s make this interesting!”
“Oh god, what are you thinking?” Paddy asked, shaking his head. This was seemingly not unusual for Isaac, the mischief-maker of the group.
“Mini tournament. Two one-on-one matches, with the winners facing each other to determine the overall winner… who earns themselves a prize!” Isaac suggested, grinning deviously.
“Sure,” Alex said, just happy to be involved.
“Hmm,” Luke hummed, eyeing Isaac suspiciously. “What’s the prize?” he asked wearily.
Isaac’s gaze turned to Alex and Rob who were stood together at one side. “Winner gets a night with Alex’s little boy-toy!”
“Fuck!” Luke sniggered in shock.
“Seriously?” Paddy asked, looking from Isaac to Alex.
“What? Me? What?” Rob said nervously, suddenly very alert.
“Wait, what do I get if I win? I already have the boy-toy!” Alex asked.
“Alex!” Rob exclaimed, staring at Alex disapprovingly.
“Sorry,” Alex immediately apologised. “I mean I already have Rob!”
“The choice of description wasn’t my objection!” Rob said, amazed he even needed to explain it.
“If you win, you and boy-toy Rob get one of us for the night!” Isaac offered, still grinning.
“No!” Rob insisted. He turned to Alex and pulled him away a little as he shook his head and insisted. “No!”
“Rob, come on, they’re finally… I dunno, letting me in. Please, do it for me!” Alex pleaded.
Rob sighed. He hated the idea of being used as a prize, but as he looked into Alex’s pleading eyes, he couldn’t say no. “Ugh, fine, but you’d better win!”
Alex leaned in and kissed the boy, getting a few playful ‘oohs’ from the others then smiled and said, “You’re seriously the best!”
“Let’s hope you’re seriously the best at pool!” Rob said back, frowning a little.
*****
“Owwwwww,” Josh moaned as he lay flat on his face. “I think I’m dying!”
“Mate, I think you’re maybe being a bit melodramatic!” Blane smirked as he sat on the floor beside the prone boy.
Josh turned his head sharply to stare at the Teaching Assistant, who was currently running the dance class going on around them. “Why does everyone keep calling me that?” he pouted.
“Probably because of all the melodramatics, but I can only really speak for myself,” Blane sniggered. He had sat down to make sure Josh was okay. Josh had taken quite a hard fall attempting a flip that he had overshot and ended up hitting the ground face first. Blane had been able to tell right away there was no harm done physically, much to his relief. “D’you think you might consider standing up?” he asked casually.
“I would, but in case you missed it… I’m dying!” Josh pouted, turning his head away again.
“Oh yeah, not melodramatic at all,” Blane mumbled, shaking his head. He sighed and said disappointedly, “I thought you might maybe want to show off some moves now you’ve got an audience!”
Josh’s head turned back suddenly. “An audience?” he asked excitedly then jumped to his feet.
“Oh, look at that, he’s alive!” Blane said, smirking as he stood up.
Josh looked round the room, curious to see who was watching and suddenly waved excitedly as he saw Ellis and Jensen, his two older foster brothers sat at the back of the room. They both waved back.
After that, Josh was on top form, pulling out his fanciest moves and following along with a few new ones as he darted around the room, working with some of the more experienced dancers in the club, all while doing his best to pretend he wasn’t entirely showing off for Jensen and Ellis.
“Hey guys!” Josh panted as he approached the older boys when Blane dismissed them all.
“Dude, you’ve got some serious moves!” Jensen said, offering his usual fist bump, not really the most tactile of boys.
“Yeah, bud. You were on fire!” Ellis added, grabbing Josh in a quick hug before immediately pulling away and saying, “And it seems they put out that fire with sweat. Eww!” He screwed up his face in disgust, though it was softened a little by a hint of a smirk.
“Shut up!” Josh sniggered, punching Ellis playfully in the stomach. “Nice of you to come and watch. Nowt better to do?” he asked playfully.
“I’ve got like a million better things to do,” Jensen joked, “But when we found out your little secret, we figured we had to have a word with you!”
“What… secret?” Josh asked nervously, glancing around, though the room was already emptying as the few other dance club members were already heading out to shower. He didn’t even understand why he was nervous. He didn’t have any secrets, as far as he knew. It was actually quite a nice way to be after carrying round the huge secret about his abuse for so many years.
“You… growing up!” Ellis said with a cheeky grin.
Josh frowned, lost for a moment before he realised what the older boy probably meant. Upon his return to Kingswood after the Christmas break, Josh had been ‘tested’, as all undeveloped boys were, and had subsequently been found to have begun his sexual development. It had resulted in permanent removal of his chastity device. It was normally a cause for great celebration. After all, what boy doesn’t love the idea of being reunited with their favourite toy, but Josh’s feelings on it had been… mixed, to say the least.
“How did you know? Who told you?” Josh asked, confused rather than annoyed.
“The app!” Ellis said, holding up his phone.
“Oh!” Josh exclaimed, nodding. The Kingswood App, the program that replaced or removed most phone functions while the boys were on school property included a messenger which showed names either in red, to indicate they were locked and not to engage in sexual activity, or in green, indicating they were free to do as they liked. Josh hadn’t even considered that his name would have been updated upon his release.
“Mate, why didn’t ya tell us?” Jensen asked, tilting his head sympathetically.
“I dunno,” Josh shrugged. “I mean… you’re my brothers and I didn’t know if ‘hey, guess who’s free to jerk off now’ was something brothers are allowed to talk about!”
“Ugh, ya daft git!” Jensen said, reaching out to pull Josh into one of his rare hugs. “You’re ALLOWED to talk to us about anything. That’s kinda the point!”
“He’s right,” Ellis agreed. “I know you got all sorts of people to talk to now and maybe you are, but… we’re always here too.”
“Thanks,” Josh said, blushing a little. Even nine months in, he was still getting used to the idea of big brothers he could not only talk to, but actually trust as well.
“Now,” Jensen said, pulling Josh to sit between himself and Ellis, “Have you actually spoken to anyone or are you doing your usual ‘Josh’ thing and just holding it all in?”
As Josh stared down at his hands, feeling an arm around him from either side, he began to whimper as he struggled in vain to hold back tears. He felt Ellis pull him close, Jensen’s hand remaining supportively on his back, stroking gently. The tears only lasted a few moments before he sniffed and sat back up and wiped his nose with the back of his hand, running it halfway down his arm.
“Wow, sexy move!” Jensen joked.
“Shut up,” Josh chuckled, then sniffed again. “Sorry, I don’t know where that came from!”
“Ten years of horrific and traumatising abuse maybe?” Ellis suggested.
Josh pouted as he thought, then nodded and chuckled. Trauma was no stranger to any of the three ‘Sons of Kingswood’ as they were commonly known. Jensen’s parents had been killed while working as missionaries in an overseas warzone, while Ellis had endured years of neglect thanks to his parents’ drug addictions which had ended with him being taken into care when they were both imprisoned. Joking about their tragic pasts had been not only a bonding experience for the three adopted brothers, but also one of their best coping tools.
Josh let out a sigh, the silence around him was uncharacteristic of the two older boys and a clear sign they were giving him space to talk as he needed. “I guess… I dunno… sex stuff before was always… I dunno, I can’t even say unpleasant. Like, when my brothers used to lend me out to their friends, some of them were so sweet and kind and gentle and a part of me actually kind of enjoyed what I did with them. But sometimes it was just… painful, or scary or… weird!” Josh explained as the others nodded along, still holding him comfortingly. “But whether it was good or bad, it was always… because of THEM, because of Ryan and Mark. I never did any of that stuff because I wanted to or because I liked someone, it was cos they wanted me to suffer!”
“Yeah, that sounds like it’d mess you up,” Ellis acknowledged, nodding slightly.
Josh sighed again, his face screwing up thoughtfully. “The one time I actually did stuff with someone I care about, by choice, was with Rob and that was…” Josh paused, thinking back to the night before the lowest moment of his life. “Well, that was supposed to be my last night before I died!”
“Jesus,” Jensen muttered, shaking his head as he stroked Josh’s back caringly.
“So yeah, being unlocked… being… able to do stuff… it’s giving me a lot to think about!” Josh went on.
“Yeah, just a bit!” Ellis said, then puffed out his cheeks as he exhaled.
Josh let out a gentle sigh. “I know the way we usually do things… the way Jack encourages us to… ya know, just listen to each other talk, don’t butt in with your own stuff or advice. Well, I appreciate it but… I guess I’m giving you permission to advise away. Give me your wisdom, all-knowing big brothers,” he invited them with a smirk.
Ellis and Jensen exchanged slightly blank looks. Sure, they had handled their own traumas and supported each other with theirs, but this felt way beyond their own experience.
Eventually it was Jensen who spoke up. “Look Josh, we haven’t been where you are. Fuck, I doubt there are many people who have, so we can never know exactly what you’re dealing with but… I suppose the general advice I’d give is just… take it at your own pace!”
“Yeah, that!” Ellis immediately agreed.
“Nobody here’s gonna force you to do anything you don’t want to do,” Jensen started.
“Not true!” Josh quickly interjected, then smirked as he said, “You haven’t met my tutors. They’re always making me do stuff I don’t want to do!”
The older boys chuckled. As Jensen ruffed Josh’s hair, he went on, “Okay, nobody’s gonna force you to do anything sexual, so just… do what feels right. You just wanna jerk off and never do more than that with anybody for the rest of your time here, then that’s fine. You wanna jump into bed with the next guy you see, that’s fine too. Just… find what makes you happy, explore, try things out but know your limits. And never be afraid to say no. Does that… make sense?”
Josh smiled and nodded. “It does,” he said happily. “Erm… I do… kinda have one more question,” he said, blushing heavily.
“Oh I know that look!” Jensen grinned.
“You do?” Ellis asked, looking at Josh with a confused expression.
“Yeah, that’s basically the ‘is it incest if we’re only adopted brothers’ look!” Jensen grinned.
“What’s incest?” Josh asked.
“Wait, there’s a look for that?” Ellis asked, shocked. “Why’s there a look for that? And why do you know it?”
Jensen let out a sigh. “Ah, you remember Paolo? He was at the reunion right before Josh came along,” Jensen said. As he got a nod from Ellis, Jensen grinned and went on, “Well we were… close. VERY close, if you know what I mean!”
“Like… ‘dicks in bums’ close?” Josh asked, intrigued.
Jensen burst into laughter for a moment then shook his head as he said, “That may be the cutest thing you’ve ever said! Also… yes!”
“Fuck. Seriously?” Ellis asked. “That’s… I dunno, weird… hot, but weird!”
Josh quickly started, “Wait, so you two have never…”
“Oh god, no!” Jensen interjected quickly, shaking his head emphatically.
“Wow, answer quicker next time!” Ellis said, looking hurt. “What’s wrong with me?”
Jensen frowned. “Do you… WANT to do stuff with me?” he asked, looking slightly appalled.
“No!” Ellis insisted. “But… it’s nice to at least be considered,” he pouted.
Jensen sniggered. “I did consider you,” he admitted. “For, like, two seconds, but when you got fostered, you needed a brother, not a hook-up, so… that’s what ya got!”
“You two are so funny,” Josh giggled.
“Sorry, back to you,” Jensen said, realising they had been side-tracked. “But let’s just say if stuff like that was what you needed, I’d be willing to help!”
“So magnanimous of you!” Ellis smirked.
“Everyone’s using big words today,” Josh pouted.
“Sorry,” Ellis chuckled. “But I’m also willing to… help!”
“Thanks,” Josh smiled. “I’m not… saying I want that, but… I dunno, having guys I trust to try things with might be what I need. I guess I’ll figure it out, eventually!”
“And we’ll be here when you do, for whatever you need!” Jensen offered with a smile.
“You guys are the best!” Josh said happily, leaning on Jensen as he held Ellis’ hand.
After a few moments of quiet, Ellis asked, “So what ya packin’ down there?”
“El! Seriously!” Jensen snapped, shaking his head.
“Oh come on, tell me you’re not curious!” Ellis sniggered.
Jensen went to reply as both of the other stared at him. “That’s… not the point! We’ll see it if, and when, Josh chooses to show us! Okay?”
Josh almost skipped his way into the locker room as he left his brothers squabbling. They had decided to wait for him to shower so they could walk back home with him after. He quickly stripped off, casually waving goodbyes to some of the other boys who had gone in ahead of him and were already leaving as he headed for the showers.
He had no intention of doing anything while he was in there, but as he stood under the warm spray, his aching muscles relaxing after an active evening of rugby then dancing, he couldn’t help but notice his dick stiffening from his own hands roaming his body. He happily dispensed a little more shower gel and really lathered his front up, keeping only his back under the shower to avoid rinsing it away.
Slender fingers slid back and forth across his stomach, gently tracing the lines of his muscles as he almost gave himself a hernia flexing enough to make them appear. Remembering how Rob enjoyed having his nipples played with, he let one hand raise up, gently tweaking at one. It felt nice, but didn’t seem to give him the same electric sensation Rob seemed to enjoy.
He began to let his hands roam south, each sliding down onto a thigh, then into the middle and back up either side of his balls and raging-hard cock. He avoided touching it for now, not even sure if he wanted to yet, instead letting his hands stroke the smooth area above it, curious to know how soon he would see the same hair growing he had started to see on his friends.
He began to explore more, for the first time intentionally experiencing his body and his own touch, noting happily the bits he liked and the bits that felt… weird. Despite his initial hesitation, he allowed his hand to find its way to his erection. Barely longer than his index finger and almost as slender, he knew that was another area he was far behind his peers with but he didn’t care. Let them have their big dicks and their pubes and their crazy sex-stuff. For now he was happy to just be free to explore himself.
He gave his dick a cautious stroke and let out a quiet moan at the pleasurable sensation, but then dropped his hand away and turned, letting the shower wash away the lather of the shower gel. He smiled as he remembered his big brother’s words, “Take it at your own pace!”
*****
“Hi,” Nicky exclaimed as he opened the door and saw Mikey approaching. “Oh, bye!” he added as Mikey ran past, giving him a playful kiss on the cheek on the way.
“Where’s he going?” Nicky asked, looking over at Chris.
“Business!” Chris said, shaking his head.
“Fair enough,” Nicky said, not thinking about it too much. His encounter with Angel and the Year 7s was still fresh in his mind.
“I don’t remember seeing him bring stuff back after Christmas break,” Chris said, frowning.
“Huh?” Nicky hummed casually, having not really been listening as he put his shower stuff away.
“When you two got back from break,” Chris clarified. “He usually has, like, a giant sack of goodies to trade, but… I didn’t see one this time!”
Nicky frowned as he thought about it. Ever since he had traded a box of McNuggets for a prime slot on the Common Room’s video games back in Year 7, Mikey had been building an empire based on the black-market trading of unhealthy snacks. Nicky had never really pried into it too deeply, just enjoying the spoils instead, always able to get in on any activity he, Mikey and Chris wanted as well as a range of other little perks. “Yeah, now you mention it… he didn’t, like, go out and get loads of stuff. I mean, he got so much stuff from my parents at Christmas that I think they might actually prefer him to me, but… it wasn’t THAT much!” Nicky mused as he went and sat down with Chris on the sofa.
“Hmm, so where’s he getting his supply?” Chris asked.
“Or what’s he doing if he’s not even trading that stuff? What if it’s something else?” Nicky pondered.
They both thought for a moment, curious to know what their third was up to.
Chris suddenly frowned as he looked Nicky up and down. “Are you okay?” he asked, stroking his arm gently.
Nicky hesitated a moment, both surprised and a little touched that Chris seemed to sense something was wrong without him saying anything. “Erm… yeah, fine. Why?” he asked, not wanting to share the embarrassing encounter. After all, what self-respecting Year 8 would confess to being bullied by a bunch of younger kids?
“You just seem… I dunno… off!” Chris frowned.
Nicky forced a smile. “Aww, it’s sweet when you worry about me,” he said happily, “But I’m fine.” It was a lie. He wanted to cry again and he wanted Chris to hold him while he did it, but that would mean admitting Year 7s… younger boys… were able to get to him so easily, so instead… he smiled.
Chris frowned, reluctantly taking him at his word, but still gave him a tight hug, though they both jumped a moment later as the door slammed open. They gave each other a curious look as they saw Rob storm in. They nudged each other a few times, silently arguing over who would speak, but in the end Nicky won by grabbing and twisting one of Chris’ nipples.
“Ahh…” Chris yelped in response to the nipple twister, but not wanting Rob to see it was forced quickly turned it into, “Arrre… you okay, Rob?”
“Just frickin’ great,” Rob pouted as he flopped onto the sofa in front of the other two.
“Yeah, you seem it,” Nicky smirked.
Rob rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Alex lost me in a bet on a game of pool!”
Chris and Nicky stared back at him for a moment, then looked to each other and shrugged. Once again they silently argued over who would ask, but this time Nicky just had to threaten another nipple twist before Chris said, “Lost you? How? Like… you’re someone else’s boyfriend now?”
Rob shook his head. “No… but I might dump him for agreeing to bet me anyway,” he pouted. “The prize was… a night with Alex’s…” he nearly said boy-toy, as had been stated at the time, but it felt too embarrassing, so he finished with, “…boyfriend! Winner got a night with ME doing whatever they want and Alex didn’t win, so someone else gets me!”
Chris and Nicky stared for a few moments, then looked at each other and burst into laughter.
“Oh I’m glad my misery entertains you!” Rob complained, folding his arms moodily.
“Sorry mate,” Chris said, still sniggering a little. “It’s just… that may be the most Kingswood thing to have EVER happened!”
“Ugh, everything sucks and I hate everyone!” Rob said, shaking his head.
“Hey, everyone includes me, ya know!” Josh suddenly declared from behind him.
Rob looked round and smirked as he said, “My statement still stands!”
“Oh, so you hate me?” Josh asked, “That means I can do what I want and it won’t make things any worse!”
“What are you…” Rob started, but before he could even get the question out, Josh had launched himself over the back of the sofa, grappled Rob and flipped him over so he landed on the floor in front of Nicky and Chris.
Josh lay happily on the sofa staring down at the boy on the floor as Chris and Nicky both laughed at the move.
“Well someone’s in an annoying mood tonight,” Rob sniggered, more pleased to see a happy Josh than annoyed at the unprovoked assault.
“Yeah, well you’re in an annoying mood every night!” Josh replied, poking out his tongue.
“And one night soon, someone else gets to enjoy it!” Chris teased.
“Oh my god, shut up!” Rob snapped, rolling his eyes.
“Huh?” Josh grunted curiously.
“Alex used him to bet on a game of pool… and lost. Now he’s gonna be shared out like a cheap hooker!” Chris sniggered.
A huge grin spread across Josh’ face as he prepared to begin ribbing Rob mercilessly.
“You’re such a dick,” Nicky whispered to Chris, nuzzling up to him as they both laughed quietly at the playful argument unfolding before them.
*****
With Danny’s absence now in its seventh week and Chris still unable to sleep alone (though he insisted he COULD but preferred not to) the boys were still taking it in turns to share his and Danny’s double bunk each night. It was David’s turn and he couldn’t be happier about it.
While David was admittedly closest to James and Danny, he was close enough to all of the boys in the dorm to comfortably spend time with them… maybe not Mikey, who still intimidated him a little, but he had no problem with Chris. In fact, he loved the nights they had spent together, though he did feel a little guilty whenever he thought about enjoying Danny’s absence. Guilt aside, sleeping with Chris was fun because the slightly older boy was simply so affectionate and tactile. Falling asleep entangled in his limbs was a wonderful feeling.
As the two boys cuddled up together after lights-out, conversations began popping up around the dorm, with James chatting to Rob and Josh on the bunks below him while Mikey and Nicky started talking quietly above.
Chris suddenly gave David a tight squeeze then whispered, “That’s from Danny, by the way. I spoke to him earlier and he said to give you a big hug from him!”
“Aww, that’s so sweet,” David beamed delightedly. “How’s he doing?”
Chris let out a slight sigh.
“Badly?” David asked, panicking a little.
“Oh, no!” Chris insisted, realising how nervous David could get and easily assume the worst. He was very much like Kyle in that regard. Chris always had to be careful when updating Kyle on Danny’s progress and it seemed David warranted the same caution. “Not bad, it’s just… he doesn’t seem to want to talk about it much,” Chris explained. “Or about anything at all really…” he added in barely more than a whisper. “He mainly asks about Brian!”
“Oh, how IS Brian doing?” David asked, having gotten to know all of his dormmates mentors, even before Brian and Danny got together.
Chris shrugged. “I dunno. Brian’s not goo at sharing his feelings… or much of anything really,” he explained. “He just wants to, like… be there for me and make sure I’m okay, but it’s so obvious how much he’s missing Danny… and just as obvious how much Danny’s missing Brian. They just don’t seem to want to worry each other, which is kinda sweet I suppose, but annoying having to be stuck in the middle. But… with Danny, I ask how he’s doing and all I get is ‘yeah, all good’ before he goes on to asking for the gossip from round here!”
“Well… ‘all good’ is… good… isn’t it?” David asked, thinking hard.
Chris chuckled. “I guess so,” he said quietly.
“He’ll be back soon, won’t he?” David asked hopefully.
Chris thought for a moment. Before Christmas, James had confided in him that he didn’t even dare to hint at Danny not coming back for fear of upsetting the youngest member of their dorm. So could Chris do it now? The truth was, Chris simply didn’t know the answer. He didn’t really know how well Danny was recovering. He didn’t know how soon he might return. He didn’t know IF he would even be able to return with how much work he was missing.
As much as he wanted to avoid upsetting David, he couldn’t bring himself to just lie to his face (or the patch of darkness where he knew David’s face was, anyway). Instead, he opted for a very honest, “I hope so!”
David gave a thoughtful hum and nestled against Chris for a moment. He raised his head again and whispered so quietly Chris almost couldn’t hear it, “Hey, Chris, can you do me a favour?”
“Sure,” Chris whispered back, figuring it was something Danny-related.
“Will you let me suck your willy?” David asked softly.
Chris had to raise his hand to his mouth to avoid laughing aloud. Aside from the entirely unexpected sexuality of it, the terminology David used was simply too adorable. “Is that… really a favour for you? Sounds more like a favour for me!” he replied after composing himself.
“I guess it’s a matter of perspective,” David replied introspectively. “So… can I?”
“Erm… why?” Chris asked curiously.
“Chris,” David whispered, his voice low but his tone still somehow stern. “I can lay here and tell you a story, or I can go under the covers and do it. Your call!”
Chris once again stifled a laugh at the directness but responded by lifting the covers.
David giggled quietly, gave Chris a quick peck on the cheek then vanished down into the bed.
Having cum less than a couple of hours earlier with Mikey, Chris was unsure how responsive he would be, especially to David who he always just viewed as a kid brother and nothing more. As the smaller boy’s hands grasped at his underwear and pulled it down, he felt his cock begin to stiffen. He felt David’s mouth wrap around it immediately.
As Chris lay there enjoying the surprisingly good sucking, he couldn’t help wondering what had driven the request, but more importantly if this was maybe David’s first time. It was a big secret that David and James did ‘things’ together… which simply meant that everyone knew about it but didn’t talk about it. Beyond that, had David ever been with anyone? Technically, being locked in chastity he shouldn’t have been doing anything with anyone, but that had never stopped Chris when Danny was locked.
And just like that, he was back to Danny! As his mind lingered on his absent best friend, David continued his enthusiastic sucking. As Chris lay there, he allowed himself to imagine it was Danny down under the covers, that after he had cum, his favourite person in the world would emerge and cuddle up to him. He felt a twinge of guilt over wiping David away with his imagination, but he couldn’t help it.
Thirty-six days. That was how long it had been since Chris saw Danny in person. He knew because he was counting. The summer break had been the longest they went without hugging or cuddling or touching and that had been forty-three days. In a week’s time, this would be the longest they had been apart since they met and every day the number grew higher it brought with it the possibility Danny would never return.
Chris felt a tear run down his cheek but remained silent. David was doing a great job and crying in the middle of it was guaranteed to mess with his head, so Chris did his best to just enjoy the sucking. Thankfully, as he stared up he remembered who was up there. His boyfriends. The boys he loved. The boys he loved to be with. The boys he loved to get naked with… and suddenly his mind was back in the game. Shaken back to more enjoyable thoughts by Nicky and Mikey, Chris smiled and reached below the covers to tap David on the shoulder.
David caught on to the silent intent and pulled away, neither ready nor willing to have a penis ejaculate in his mouth yet. He gave Chris a few final strokes and then kept hold as he felt the cock spasm in his hand, shooting a modest load onto his smooth stomach.
Not wanting to get out of bed for clean-up, Chris reached down and scooped up most of the cum before licking it off of his hand. As he felt David move back up beside him, he rubbed the last remnants into his stomach then wrapped himself around the smaller boy.
“Was that okay?” David whispered nervously.
“It was great!” Chris answered, exaggerating slightly. In truth, it probably was great, he had just been too distracted to really enjoy it, but saying anything less would only harm David’s confidence, which was usually in short supply at the best of times.
“So it’s not me then!” David mumbled, thinking back on his failed experiences with James.
“Huh?” Chris asked, not really catching it.
“Nothing, never mind,” David insisted. “Thanks for letting me do that,” he leaned over and kissed Chris’ cheek again. “Nighty night!” he said happily as he settled in for the night.