The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 23 (Patreon)

Sunday 21 February 2021

Josh always tended to be one of the first boys back at the school after a break. While he spent the holidays with Jensen and Ellis at their adopted father’s house, it was fairly close to the school so they always got an early start. Despite an offer from his new brothers to hang out with them when they got back, he opted for a little alone time in the dorm.

It was strange being in there alone. After dumping his bag by his wardrobe, where it would inevitably stay until he got sick of the nagging from either Rob or James to unpack, he hopped onto his bed. It was strangely comforting. Although his bed and his room at his adopted home was nice, the bunk and the dorm he shared with his friends was where he felt comfortable, safe and, more importantly, happy.

He glanced round, his eye immediately drawn to the bunks opposite. Nicky and Mikey up top, Chris and Danny down below… except for the past three months there had been no Danny, still absent after the accident that almost killed and potentially paralysed him. Josh had taken the other boy’s absence hard, having come to rely on him for emotional support, though he had found just as much support in the boys who remained. That didn’t stop him missing Danny though.

Then there were the other three from that side of the dorm, Chris, Mikey and Nicky, the dorm’s first throuple. Josh loved seeing them together. While he was a long (LONG) way off from even considering dating, it still made him happy to see the obvious love the three boys shared. It was nice to be able to see a relationship so loving, without any jealousy or envy. They were happy, which made Josh happy.

Glancing to his own side of the dorm, he smiled as he looked at the bed immediately to his left – Rob’s. Rob had been Josh’ first friend at the school, which inevitably led to him being his best friend. The relationship hadn’t been smooth-sailing by any means, but they had weathered any problems that came up and were now back to being almost as inseparable as the dorm’s throuple.

Above Rob’s bunk was David’s. Josh had always liked the quiet, intelligent boy and while their time together that year had started out mostly in the form of tutoring, Josh had found the other boy to just be a very enjoyable friend to spend time with as well as a great source of advice, definitely wise beyond his years.

That left just one bunk, the one above his own, the one that belonged to…

“James!” Josh said, almost falling backwards off the bed as he turned quickly to see the boy in the doorway.

“Hi,” James said, smirking a little at the unintentional jump-scare.

Silence hung between them for several moments. Much like David, James had taken on the role of one of Josh’ tutors, taking responsibility for helping to improve his grades but beyond that the two didn’t spend a great deal of time together. A short while before half-term, Josh had managed to offend James, seemingly sending him into a spiral of anger that Josh had struggled to understand, but still felt responsible for.

“Erm… good break?” Josh asked cautiously.

James frowned, considering his answer. “Honestly? Mostly no… a bit of yes!”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Josh said sadly, swinging his legs round to sit on the side of his bunk facing James.

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault!” James said casually with a dismissive shrug.

The bluntness was not uncharacteristic of the other boy, but being so weary of their recent interactions, Josh felt a little awkward, unsure if he should say more of if James just wanted to be left alone.

James opened his wardrobe and unzipped his bag, unpacking immediately. He paused, glanced down at Josh’s bag on the floor and turned to him. “And how long’s that staying there?” he asked.

As Josh stared back, he saw the corners of James’ mouth momentary curl into a smile before he suppressed it. It was only small, but it was at least a hint of a sign that they were okay. Unashamedly grinning back, he just shrugged and said, “Until I can be bothered!” He let out a slight giggle and stood up as he said, “But if it’ll make you feel better, I suppose I could do it now!”

The two boys stood quietly side-by-side, unpacking. There wasn’t a lot, as their uniforms and casual clothes mostly stayed in place throughout the year, with just items to get rid of being taken and new things being returned.

“I’m… erm… I’m sorry your break wasn’t good,” Josh said, cautiously starting a conversation. “Do you… wanna talk about it?”

“No,” James replied bluntly, but gave Josh a brief smile and said, “But thanks for asking.” Silence returned for a few moments before he said, “Look, erm… some stuff has been going on and… I probably won’t talk about it with anyone in here except maybe David, but… I just want you to know I’m dealing with it. The stuff before half-term… that was… that was all me and not you, okay?”

Josh just nodded. “I hear ya,” he said softly. “I know what it’s like to have ‘issues’, just… know I’m here if you ever want to talk… or even if you want to not talk!”

James smiled back, giving a slight head bob before he scowled a little and said, “We don’t have to hug, do we?”

“Nah,” Josh said with a snigger. “Chris’ll be back soon, I’ll leave the hugging to him!”

*****

Mikey let out a sigh as he stared straight ahead, past Nicky’s dad and to the road ahead of them. To say the journey back to school had been downbeat was an understatement. The week the boys had spent together had been amazing. Seven days of just being able to hang out together, days out with Nicky’s parents, nights alone in Nicky’s bedroom, all of it had been wonderful… but not without its problems.

Chris had started the week already worried about Danny, having been effectively out of contact with him for weeks now and it had continued during half-term. He tried not to let it show too much, but Mikey and Nicky just knew him too well for him to really hide much of anything from them anymore. Chris only got more upset as the week went on, as he found contacting his big brother, Blane, was proving just as difficult as getting hold of Danny.

Nicky had been strange too, but only recently. Most of the week had been fine, but as soon as it hit the weekend and talk of returning to school began, he went quiet and withdrawn. Mikey had asked him repeatedly what was wrong, but when it got to the point where Mikey’s questioning was just annoying Nicky further, he had stopped.

Mikey had his own concerns to deal with, on top of being painfully aware of the other two’s problems. This was the third time he had visited Nicky’s home and each visit found him feeling closer and closer to the other boy’s parents. They were everything Mikey’s weren’t – kind, attentive, fun, caring. In his first day in the house, he had felt more welcome than he ever had in a lifetime with his own family. As much as he liked the thought of returning to Kingswood, leaving behind something he had spent his whole life craving was not an easy thought.

Mikey glanced to the boys either side of him, both sat staring blankly out of the window as they drove along. Figuring he had nothing better to do, and that it might add a little liveliness to the painful boredom, he put a hand out either side onto the others’ thighs.

As one, both Nicky and Chris looked round questioningly and just got Mikey’s most mischievous grin in return. The hands moved, heading for their crotches.

Nicky glared at Mikey, eyes wide, then nodded slightly towards his dad in front of him.

Mikey just shrugged back and continued, rubbing his boyfriends’ cocks and feeling them respond immediately.

Nicky looked to Chris, hoping for a little backup in stopping Mikey without drawing attention from the man in front and alerting him to what was going on.

Chris simply shrugged as well, then raised his arm to put it around Mikey and got comfortable, seemingly okay with it.

Within a minute or two, Mikey was grasping two full-on erections, to one side a huge boner and a terrified expression, to the other a more modest tool and much happier face. As he squeezed and stroked the two cocks through the clothing, he squirmed a little, his own cock needing attention but Nicky was too scared to act and Chris seemed happy seeing him suffer untouched.

After kneading the two dicks for a few minutes, Mikey let go but only to raise his hands and slip them inside Chris and Nicky’s clothing, his fingers now making skin-on-skin contact. Chris happily went along with it, even going as far as to pull the front of his sweatpants and boxers down and tuck them under his balls as Mikey stroked him.

Nicky stared in abject horror. Being seen getting jerked off by his dad was the worst case scenario, but having him look round and seeing Chris with his dick out and Mikey stroking it was a close second. As much as he wanted to stop it, any sudden moves might just alert his dad and make the situation worse. On top of that, as much as he hated it, Mikey’s hand working his dick felt amazing.

The tense but exciting stroking continued for several minutes, both boys feeling the fear and thrill of imminent release growing. Nicky was first to cum, fists clenching and lips pressed tightly together as he suppressed even the slightest noise, pumping his load into his underwear and onto Mikey’s hand.

Nicky had done such a good job of hiding what was happening that Chris had been utterly unaware of it until Mikey pulled out his hand and showed the remnants of spunk on it. It was the last bit of stimulation Chris needed as he quickly grasped his hand over the head of his dick, feeling warm, strong spurts of cum filling his cupped hand.

The moment he finished cumming, Chris pulled his hand away and pressed it onto Mikey’s crotch, smearing his cum right over the bulge of the smaller boy’s erection, getting an annoyed look from him, while Nicky smirked. With his hand wiped clean, Chris put his dick away and sat trying to quietly catch his breath.

“Okay lads, we’re almost there!” Mr Jones called out, startling all three who suddenly looked incredibly guilty. “Do you want me to pull over and give you a minute or have you finished?”

“Wha… I… we…” Nicky stuttered, his face turning redder than the others had ever seen it.

Chris and Mikey both burst into laughter, embarrassed but mostly amused by Nicky’s utter humiliation, with Mr Jones joining in a moment later. Nicky just let out a low moan as he leaned against the door, staring out the window. “I hate you all,” he muttered.

They really were nearly there, finding themselves pulling in through the school gates less than a couple of minutes later. They pulled up in the car park ready to have their temperatures checked and swabs taken for their Covid tests, sitting and chatting as they waited for their results. Receiving the all-clear, they were permitted to drive further into the grounds and pulled up in the main car park.

Once the boys were out and their bags unloaded, Mr Jones looked at the three boys lined up. He leaned in towards his son and gave him a quick hug, then as he pulled away, he said, “If you’ve left stains on my seats, I’m gonna be pissed!”

“Dad!” Nicky yelped, blushing once again.

The man sniggered, flashing a grin at the other two who laughed as well. He leaned in for another hug and as he held the boy he whispered, “You did good with these two. I’m really glad you’re happy here!”

Nicky still felt annoyed at the man’s teasing, but the comment was so nice he couldn’t help smiling back at him.

Mr Jones moved down the line. “Chris, it was nice to meet you,” he said, holding out his hand very formally.

“Oh,” Chris said, pouting a little as he reached out for the hand.

“Ah, just kidding!” Mr Jones said, snatching his hand away and grabbing Chris in a hug. Chris giggled as he happily hugged the man back. “Look after these two, okay!” he said as he let go.

“I will!” Chris nodded, beaming.

“Ah, Mikey,” the man said as he faced the last of the three.

Mikey sniffed, jaw quivering. He moved forward and grabbed the man.

“Aww, buddy, it’s okay,” Mr Jones whispered as he grabbed the boy back, actually lifting him up as he held him.

“I’m gonna miss you,” Mikey sniffed, clamped tightly onto the man.

“Gonna miss you too, little man,” Mr Jones said back. He stood holding him for a minute before leaning over to put him back on the ground. As he went to let go, Mikey kept hold for a few moments before finally letting go too.

Mikey sniffed, blushing as he glanced round at the other two. Chris responded by throwing an arm around him. Mr Jones left and the three boys headed towards the Home Building, Chris still casually holding Mikey as they walked.

Nicky followed a few paces behind. ‘I’m really glad you’re happy here’. That was what his dad had said, but… was it even true? Nicky gave a cursory glance around, scared Angel or his Year 7 mates might pop out from somewhere, as they tended to do at the worst possible times. Thankfully the coast was clear, but Nicky stared up at the windows of dorm 1.01, his former dorm and his tormentor’s current home. He felt a lurching feeling in the pit of his stomach as he realised he didn’t even need to see the little bully anymore for him to have an effect. Letting out a sigh, he moved forward and took hold of Chris’ hand as they continued inside.

As they reached the dorm, they were greeted by an enthusiastic Josh and a typically formal James who welcomed them home. After a quick bit of unpacking and a short catch-up about their weeks off, the boys headed for lunch.

Just as they were finishing up, David appeared at the door, waving enthusiastically as he hurried over to them. “I’m just gonna get something to eat,” David said, nodding to the food counter. “You guys don’t need to hang around,” he added, seeing their empty plates, “I’ll catch up with you after!”

Before the others could say anything, Mikey said, “You guys go, I’m gonna stay here. Me and David need to talk!”

Although Mikey’s more tense, moody days seemed like a long-distant memory now, the comment still sounded slightly ominous, and a couple of the others looked at David questioningly.

David giggled. “Don’t worry it’s just… business!” he said, grinning at Mikey.

The others made their way out, James and Josh walking slightly ahead, Chris and Nicky lingering back a little and looking at David and Mikey suspiciously as David went up to get his lunch.

“Chris, you know how we decided to respect our boyfriend’s privacy and stop sticking our noses into this ‘business’ stuff?” Nicky said casually.

“Yeaaaah,” Chris said, already smirking.

“Screw that. We’re sticking our noses in!” Nicky said, getting an enthusiastic nod and giggle in response.

*****

Despite his worry over Danny, as well his growing annoyance at the feeling his brother was avoiding him, Chris was happy to be back at school. One of the main reasons for that was waiting for him over at the Sports Complex – Mr Beecham. Chris slipped his hand into his pocket for the hundredth time since leaving the dorm, making sure that the keys he held hadn’t disappeared between now and the few seconds he checked earlier.

Things between Chris and the teacher were… complicated! Early in Year 7, Mr Beecham had been nothing more than Chris’ maths teacher and swimming club supervisor, but that had changed during the half-term break Chris had stayed at the school. He had, for that brief period, stopped being Mr Beecham and just became Owen. That wasn’t the only change. Things had happened that had resulted in a number of intimate encounters between the two.

Following their return to normality, or the closest to normal Kingswood ever got, Mr Beecham became Chris’ swimming coach, convinced Chris had the potential to be a world-class swimmer. It had resulted in them spending an hour together most mornings before school. Nothing sexual had happened between them during that time, but their bond had undeniably grown, Chris coming to view the man as an actual friend every bit as much as a teacher.

When Chris ended the coaching, stating he didn’t have the same passion for the sport that Mr Beecham seemed to need to move him forward, Chris had playfully flirted and attempted to seduce the teacher. As a result, he had been punished with nudity and chastity. Though the nudity ended at the conclusion of the final term, the chastity carried over to Year 8, leaving Chris locked all summer. He had not been pleased about it, especially when his release came at the start of Year 8 in front of his dormmates… and his own older brother, Blane.

Unhappy as Chris had been, he had moved on… until the day before half-term when he stumbled across a naked and restrained Mr Beecham in his office. Taking the opportunity for a little payback, he had locked the man in chastity and threatened him via a naked photo if he attempted to get out of it before Chris freed him. Mr Beecham had accepted it, but after they talked about it, Chris backed down, admitting he had never really intended any actual harm or blackmail. As a token of their bond and friendship, the teacher had agreed he would remain locked over half-term, just to make them even.

Chris was unsure what he would find when he got to the office. In his experience, guys reacted one of two ways to enforced abstinence – insane horniness or extreme irritability. As he reached the office, he knocked on the door and waited a moment.

“Chris, hi,” Mr Beecham aid happily as he opened the door. “Come in. How was your break?”

“Good,” Chris said with a nod as he walked in, the teacher shutting the door behind him. “Well…” he sighed, “Mostly good!”

“Missing Danny, are you?” Mr Beecham asked, gently placing his hand on the boy’s back.

Chris just pursed his lips and nodded.

“Yeah, breaks my heart to see you two separated like this,” Mr Beecham nodded softly. He pulled the boy into a brief hug.

Chris happily held on, then gave the man a smile as he pulled away. “Thanks,” he said quietly. “So how was your break?” It was completely unintentional, but his eyes dropped momentarily to the man’s crotch.

“It was… very nice, thank you!” Mr Beecham politely, clearly skirting the subject.

“Get much action?” Chris asked with a quiet snigger, then added, “Owen!” It was very much a signal they had entered a less formal interaction.

Owen’s eyes narrowed as he shook his head and said, “Cheeky little git! But as it turns out… yes I did!”

Chris frowned. “Wait, so did you…” he started.

“Nope!” the teacher said, unashamedly tapping on his crotch. “Still on securely. Not all ‘action’ requires the use of… that!” he explained.

“You almost sound like you’ve enjoyed having it on!” Chris said curiously. As the teacher blushed a little, Chris’ grin returned. “You did, didn’t you! Oh my god!”

“I’ll choose not to answer that!” Owen said, still blushing a little.

“So does this mean you don’t want me to unlock you?” Chris asked, excited at the prospect of keeping the power, but a little upset at what he might miss out on from releasing him.

“Oh, no,” the teacher said, shaking his head. “I DEFINITELY need it off and to…”

“Get some relief?” Chris suggested.

Owen nodded. “But I might consider putting it back on after.”

“With me holding the keys?” Chris asked eagerly. The expression on the man’s face gave him the answer he wasn’t hoping for. “Oh, okay then,” he pouted.

“Chris, fun as it sounds, regardless of how close we might be, I’m not leaving my you-know-what under the control of a Year 8 student!”

“I’ll be Year 9 in… like, 6 months!” Chris said hopefully.

The man chuckled and shook his head. “Long way off and not much better!” he said with a smile.

“I understand,” Chris pouted. “So does that also mean I don’t get to… ‘enjoy’ releasing you?”

The teacher stared at the boy for a moment, the disappointment on his face almost painful to witness. Shaking his head again, he shrugged and said, “Fuck it, I’m already in trouble if you tell anyone any of the stuff we’ve done, so… go ahead. Do what you want!”

Chris stepped forward and took the man’s hand. “sir… I’m never telling anyone. I’d never get you in trouble, I promise, you can trust me!”

“That’s sweet,” the teacher nodded, “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome. Now get your clothes off!” Chris instructed.

As the teacher reached for the first button on his shirt, he glanced over at the door but Chris was already on his way to lock it. A few moments later, he stood naked before the boy. “And now?”

“Do you have any… erm… lubricant?” Chris asked, suddenly less confident.

“Wh... why?” the man said, looking a little taken aback.

“Well I did this experiment on friction in science class once that I wanted to show off!” Chris replied sarcastically. “Why d’ya think? To fuck!”

“You… we… I…” Owen stuttered.

“Wow, you know a lot of pronouns!” Chris grinned, the man’s lack of confidence actually building his own.

“Chris, I am NOT… fucking you!” Owen said, momentarily cautious of using coarse language, though the realisation he was naked in front of the boy likely threw out all of the rules anyway.

“Yes, I agree!” Chris nodded.

“Good,” the teacher said, relieved.

“I’m fucking YOU!” Chris grinned.

“W… wait, what?” he stuttered again.

“Yeah, sorry, my butt’s reserved for my boyfriends… and maybe Danny, but yours… is mine!” Chris giggled.

The teacher sighed, shaking his head. He knew resistance was pointless, this was happening, so the best thing he could do was make it as painless (figuratively, he hoped) as possible. He walked over to his desk, opened a drawer and pulled out a few sachets of lube. He handed one to Chris then opened one to prepare himself. “Could you at least unlock me first? I might be able to… enjoy it more!”

Chris nodded. “That was the plan.  We can play with it while I do you, but you’re not allowed to cum before me, understand?” Getting a nod in response, Chris grabbed the key from his pocket before tossing aside his own clothes. He unlocked the device and quickly removed it.

Within mere seconds, Owen was as hard as Chris, especially as he watched the boy standing there lubing up his eleven-centimetre cock. It was probably the smallest Owen had ever taken, so he had no concern about it hurting. As he looked at the boy, he imagined for a moment how he would look fully grown before realising he didn’t need to imagine – he had seen Blane! Assuming their likenesses continued through Chris’ teenage years, he was going to soon change from a cute boy into a handsome man. “Sofa?” he asked, seeing Chris was ready.

Chris grinned at him, shook his head and said, “Desk! If you’re gonna fuck a teacher, it’s gotta be on his desk!”

The man blushed at the comment, but turned to lean over onto the desk.

“Nuh-uh! On your back, legs in the air!” Chris instructed. He felt almost as nervous as he had when he locked the man in the first place, but he was doing his best to think what Nicky would do. It seemed to come so naturally to him and though Chris naturally took the role of obedient sub to both him and Mikey, he still paid attention to the things they did.

“Fuck,” Owen muttered as he turned to lay down on the desk. He lifted his legs, pulling them back and hooking his arms behind his knees to hold them in place. It was humiliating enough being ordered around the by the boy, but laying naked on his desk, lubricated hole exposed, it was a whole other level.

“That’s a good look on you!” Chris sniggered as he moved closer.

“Just get on with it!” Owen growled. He suddenly lifted his head and asked, “Wait, over the break, you didn’t…”

Chris immediately shook his head. “Only with Mikey and Nicky, and they only played with me, and we were all tested back at New Year so we’re all good!” Chris reassured him, then frowned and asked, “You?”

“Yeah, tested Kingswood people only!” Owen said casually, then blushed as he stared at the boy wide-eyed at the realisation of what he’d given away. “But don’t bother asking who. That’s for me to know!”

“Oh that’s okay, I can imagine!” Chris grinned as he pressed the head of his cock against the man’s hole. As he began to push inside him, he grinned and said, “I’m imagining it was one of your classes!”

“Chris!” Owen said, frowning.

“Yeah, the whole of Year 11… and you laying there all naked and tied up,” Chris continued. “But you keep insisting on sticking to legal age, so, like, all the sixteen-year-olds are queued up to take their turn!”

“Chriiiis!” Owen complained as the boy began slowly fucking him.

“And all the ones who are still fifteen just… standing there watching… and jerking off!” Chris continued the fantasy. “Ugh, all the older ones use the younger ones cum as lube as they fuck you, one after the other!” He reached out, stroking the man’s throbbing cock.

“Unnnnh!” Owen moaned, the mixture of the small cock inside him, the hand on his dick and the inappropriate but worryingly sexy fantasy scenario taking him very quickly to the deepest depths of arousal.

Chris sniggered, “And while the guys are taking turns to fuck you, with younger guys just shooting all over you, you’re laying there going, like, ‘pay attention, Pythagoras theory, differential equations blah blah blah’ but everyone’s ignoring you!”

“Is that… what you think… I sound like,” Owen said breathless as Chris’ speed increased, the boy now slamming against him with each thrust.

“No, you mostly just sound like unnnh and mmmm!” Chris teased, squeezing the man’s cock to get the exact sound he had just mocked.

“You’re such… a little… bastard!” Owen gasped. “S… slow down or I’m… gonna cum… before you do… unnnh!”

“Not yet,” Chris said softly, still stroking Owen’s erection casually.

“I will!” Owen insisted.

“No you won’t!” Chris insisted. “You can hold it!” He continued slamming his own cock into the man.

“I can’t!” Owen whimpered, his cock throbbing, pre-cum strickling down onto Chris’ hand.

“Unnh, yussss!” Chris hissed as he began shooting his load inside the man. He quickly pulled out, his final spurt landing on Owen’s dick before the weaker dribbles dripped onto his balls.

“Oh fuck!” Owen grunted, already on the brink and completely thrown over it by the feeling of the warm jizz hitting him. Ten days of spunk flew in what could only be described as a fountain of cum.

Chris stared in delight, keeping his hand pumping away as the teacher spurted out one of the biggest loads Chris could remember seeing. The noises he made only added to the spectacle, the man clearly in the throes of a truly intense release. When he finally stopped, he lay with his eyes closed, panting heavily, hands resting above his head.

“So… did you enjoy that?” Chris asked with a snigger.

Owen opened his eyes, shaking his head slightly as he looked at the boy. “Ugh, yeah, you could say that!” He reached out for a box of tissues and began mopping up.

Chris grabbed some to clean himself up, then helped Owen before offering him a hand to help him stand up.

“Well… what can I say?” Owen asked, shaking his head. “I really hope this does make up for… what I did. I really am sorry, ya know!”

Chris shrugged. “We’re good. I guess I… did kinda enjoy most of it! And this definitely made up for the rest!” He glanced round at his clothes and said, “Umm, before I… go, would it be weird… if we…” He couldn’t quite bring himself to ask for what he wanted.

Owen smiled. He knew the boy. The question wasn’t even needed. He reached out and pulled him into a hug, their naked bodies pressing together. As Chris let out a sigh, holding tightly, Owen pulled away a little and took a seat on the sofa. Taking Chris’ hand, he pulled him onto his lap and put his arms back around him.

Chris got comfortable and held on tightly. There was no sexuality to it, from either of them, just an intimate moment of closeness shared between the two. They remained like that for several minutes before silently getting dressed.

Moving to the door, Chris unlocked and opened it, then looked back and smiled. “Thank you… Mr Beecham!” he said, his own subtle confirmation that they were back to student and teacher.

“And thank you,” Mr Beecham replied with a nod.

Chris felt a little lighter as he made his way back to the dorm. He hadn’t even really been aware of the anger he was carrying around because of the summer of chastity he had endured, but getting even with Mr Beecham, and more importantly, setting things right with him, felt like a bit of a weight had been lifted. Sure, he still felt down about Danny, and still needed to find Blane and kick his arse, but that aside… things were good… which did bring with a slight sense of impending doom.

It sometimes felt like things only felt this good when something really bad was about to happen. He had shared a wonderful lockdown fortnight with Danny… only to find he had messed up with his relationship with Kyle and that Josh was suicidal. He had a wonderful time at the annual Kinkswood festival… right before finding out his parents and eldest sister had Covid. He had endured the immensely pleasurable humiliation of a naked day at school… and the day had ended with him in hospital and Danny half-dead and potentially paralysed.

Suddenly, his good feeling wasn’t quite so good anymore. The Home Building was lively, with students enjoying the last bit of freedom before school resumed but as Chris continued down the corridor towards his own dorm, it got progressively quieter. As he reached for the door, it swung open.

“He’s here!” Mikey called back into the dorm, then looked at Chris and said, “We were just coming to find you!”

“Wh… why?” Chris asked, the knot in his stomach ballooning to the point where he felt he might throw up.

“Chris… it’s about Danny!” Nicky said, walking up behind Mikey.

“Is it… bad news?” Chris asked, his suspicions feeling like they were all being confirmed.

“We’ll let you decide that!” Mikey said with a slight nod. Him and Nicky both stepped aside.

“Surprise!” Danny said, grinning massively.

Chris just stared as the rest of the boys stood watching silently. Everything just came crashing down on him. The fall. Sitting alone in the dark. Worrying Danny wouldn’t make it. Seeing him in the hospital bed. Having to say goodbye. Being out of contact with him. The feeling of dread. Every bit of sadness and pain he had managed to hold back for months hit him like a tsunami of grief and he did the only thing he could – he cried. He burst into full-on sobs, staggering backwards until he hit the wall, then slid down it to the floor, burying his face in his arms.

As the others looked unsure what to do, Danny just nodded, stepped out of the dorm and closed the door behind him, then carefully knelt down beside the crying boy. As he wrapped his arms around him, he just whispered, “I’m back. It’s okay now… I’m back!”

*****

“Did I hear right? Danny’s back?” Alex asked as Rob walked into the dorm.

Rob nodded happily. “Yup, got back a short while ago,” he said. “I needed to get out of there, it was getting a bit crowded.”

“And you thought you’d come visit me. How sweet!” Luke said from behind Rob, making him almost hit the ceiling.

Alex and Isaac both burst into laughter as Rob turned to glare at Luke as he stood at his wardrobe. His expression quickly softened as he stood staring at the older boy who just stared back. Realising things were starting to get weird, Rob turned back to the other two, walking down the dorm towards them as he said, “No, not coming to see you,” he glanced back at Luke, “Obviously I was coming to see…”

Alex grinned, holding out his arms for Rob to jump into them.

“Isaac!” Rob finished, jumping onto his lap.

“Ufff!” Isaac grunted as Rob landed on him.

“Hi honey, did ya miss me?” Rob joked, eager to draw attention away from his lingering moment with Luke.

Isaac stood, lifting Rob easily with his large frame. “I think this belongs to you!” he sniggered, dropping Rob onto Alex’s lap. “Why don’t we give these two some privacy?” he asked, heading for Luke.

“Or we could stay and watch!” Luke grinned.

Rob blushed heavily.

“C.mon, you fuckin’ perv,” Isaac said, grabbing the smaller boy in a headlock before dragging him out of the dorm.

“See ya, Rob!” Luke called out before the door closed.

Rob stared at the closed door before he heard Alex clear his throat. Still sitting on his lap, he turned, grinned, and said, “Hi!” before kissing him.

“So how was Bognor Regis?” Alex asked as they parted, knowing he had spent a large chunk of the week visiting family.

“Oh yeah, million-year-old relatives in a town that’s basically a funeral home with a view. There ain’t no party like a Bognor Regis party!” As Alex laughed, Rob nestled against him. “Safe to say I’m glad to be back!”

“How’s Milo?” Alex asked.

Rob smiled. Alex was so sweet and attentive. He took in every detail Rob ever shared, always remembering the little things. Rob nodded. “He’s good. Still just a big ball of energy. I can’t believe he turns ten soon.” Rob let out a slight sigh. “I swear he grows, like, ten centimetres between every visit home!”

Alex chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, Adam used to say the same thing about me when he first came here,” Alex said. His big brother, Adam, had been a student at the school up until the previous year. “I remember how happy he was when I got to come here too. He said it’d be nice to finally see me growing up!” Alex’s smile suddenly dropped.

“What’s up?” Rob asked, gently stroking a finger through Alex’s golden hair.

“I dunno, I guess… well the three years we were both at the school, I was…” Alex paused and sighed. “I was such a twat.”

“Yeah, but he knows it was… ya know… Ryan’s influence, right?” Rob asked

Alex nodded. “Yeah, yeah, he does and we’re cool and everything but… I dunno, you probably wouldn’t get it cos you’re the big brother, not the little one, but… you always want to impress them and make them proud and I don’t think the way I acted and things I did would have made him very proud.”

“I’m sorry,” Rob said softly.

“It’s okay, I’ll live,” Alex chuckled. “Back to you though. Danny’s back, huh?” He raised his eyebrows. Alex was one of the few people who knew about Rob’s struggles earlier in the year, mostly stemming from Danny’s popularity and Rob’s own insecurities. Knowing Danny was back, and inevitably the absolute centre of attention for a while, Alex knew Rob could be taking it hard.

Rob thought carefully for a moment and shook his head. “Yeah,” he said softly, “And I know what you’re thinking, but… honestly I’m just glad to have him back!”

“Aww, my little man’s all grown up and mature!” Alex teased, squeezing him.

“Shut your mouth,” Rob sniggered, “Or better yet… as we’ve got privacy…”

“Ohh, Mr Wilson, I do like the way you think!” Alex said with mock formality. “Would one care for a blow job?”

“Why, Mr Barnes, I thought you’d never ask!” Rob replied with a snigger, mimicking the behaviour. “I would, of course, be honoured to return the favour!”

“By all means, dear boy. After you!” Alex gestured.

“Oh no, after you, I insist!” Rob grinned.

“I insist… harder!” Alex chuckled, pressing his forehead against Rob’s for a moment before they both burst into giggles, silenced occasionally by quick kisses.

As the laughing died down, they settled on doing both at the same time. As Alex lifted his legs onto the sofa, Rob slid off of his lap so they could lay opposite ways, eagerly making their way through each other’s clothing to the prize within.

Rob was first to get a semi-hard dick into his mouth, pulling it out momentarily to say, “Ha, I win!”

“Felt more like a win for me!” Alex sniggered before getting to work on Rob.

As they lay sucking eagerly on each other, Rob felt his mind wandering back onto the boy who had left a few minutes earlier. Luke ran through his mind and as the pleasure grew from Alex’s sucking, so too did Rob’s guilt. He loved Alex. He was fun to be around, he was caring and considerate, affectionate, passionate, everything Rob could want… yet there he was, sucking Alex and thinking of Luke. As confusing as it was, it mostly just felt… mean!

While torturing himself over his wandering thoughts, he continued sucking and enjoying the mouth on his dick at the same time. After a few minutes, he pulled away and sat up, Alex sitting up beside him.

“You okay?” Alex asked quietly.

Rob smiled. “Yeah, just… thinking of a better use for your mouth!” he said, leaning over to kiss him. It was exactly what he needed. Alex was an exceptionally good kisser and as much as Rob liked getting blown, it was Alex’s kisses that he really loved. Their hands wandered onto each other’s dicks as they made out.

Soon enough, they were moaning into each other’s mouths, blindly pulling up their t-shirts to avoid cumming on them. As the kiss parted, they both sat back, staring at each other contentedly, smooth stomachs coated in spunk.

Alex tilted his head to the side to rest on Rob’s shoulder. As he closed his eyes, he whispered, “I love you!”

“Love you too,” Rob said back. He meant it… but that didn’t stop him thinking about Luke!

*****

Mr Trent opened the door to his apartment and couldn’t help but smile at the boy standing before him.

“Hi sir!” Danny grinned. It had been a day of reunions for him, starting with the guys in the dorm, then Chris, with Joseph and Brian turning up a short while later and then a whole host of other boys after that. He was momentarily surprised by just how many people came to welcome him back, unsure he even knew most of them, before realising he probably didn’t… but they knew him!

Between his heroic actions in helping Josh in his first year, his publicly broadcast tryst with Chris at the end of lockdown and his two amusingly embarrassing Halloween incidents, he had been a name everyone in the school already knew even before the accident. Since his injury and subsequent departure, his fame had only grown so his return was big news to many. Mr Trent was certainly one of the reunions he was looking forward to the most.

“Danny, come on in,” the first floor Master said happily, standing aside. He felt his smile falter a little as he saw the boy walk. It seemed that his smile could hide a lot of the pain, the rest of his body was not quite so good at it. He held out his arm without saying anything.

Danny smiled and nodded back, taking hold of it and gratefully letting the man support him as they made their way through to the living area. Danny carefully took a seat and Mr Trent sat beside him, as opposed to opposite as he usually did when meeting with students.

“It’s so good to see you back!” Mr Trent said honestly. “How are you feeling?”

“Great!” Danny said, smiling.

“Danny?” the teacher probed, placing a hand on his shoulder.

The smile quickly dropped, Danny’s eyes growing watery. “It hurts, sir!” he whimpered. He reached up and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, then cleared his throat and said, “But it’s manageable… and getting better!”

“I know you’ve got your plan with Dr Arkwright and your physio, but… are you sure you’re okay to be back?” Mr Trent asked, clearly concerned.

“I need to be back, sir. I need to be here!” Danny insisted.

“Okay,” Mr Trent nodded. “But look, it ever gets too much, or you need to talk or… to just scream cos it hurts or literally anything, I will always be here!”

“Anything?” Danny grinned cheekily, raising his eyebrows.

Mr Trent chuckled and shook his head. “Anything… within reason!” he stipulated. He frowned thoughtfully for a moment then teased, “Although you ARE a very good kisser!”

“Thanks, I…” Danny started, giggling, then froze, eyes wide. Months earlier, on his birthday, Danny and Chris had been given the opportunity to play with a naked, restrained and blindfolded Mr Trent. They had never figured out who arranged it, but as far they knew, Mr Trent was unaware of who had played with him. “I… can’t think how you’d know that,” he said utterly unconvincingly.

“Uh-huh,” the man said with a smirk. “If you say so! Well on a different subject then, I know you’ve got the medical side of your return arranged, but that does bring us on to one of the main things I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Kissing?” Danny enquired, sniggering, but immediately forced a serious expression as Mr Trent gave his most disapproving look. “Sorry sir,” he said, clearly not meaning it.

“Yes, well… what I meant was… your studies. You’ve missed almost an entire term and that’s a lot of catching up to do and I don’t want to risk overloading you.”

“Oh, no problem sir, I’m all caught up!” Danny said casually.

“You… how?” Mr Trent asked, thoroughly confused.

“Through the miracle of James!” Danny grinned. “I’m guessing he didn’t tell you what he was doing?” Mr Trent shook his head. “He’s been sending me lessons. He started off just sending me notes, but… well, moving to read them was hard, so he switched to a mix of video and audio recordings. He’s covered every subject, sir. Even the ones he says are lame!” Danny giggled at the thought of James having to pay attention in Art or Music, despite clearly hating them.

“Can I… see what he’s been sending you?” Mr Trent asked, frowning.

“Sure,” Danny said, straining a little as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, then after tapping away for a few minutes, added, “I’ve just forwarded you everything he’s sent while I was away. Might take a few minutes to all come through.”

“Thanks. Well I guess I’ll check this out and we might just arrange a couple of quizzes, just to make sure you’re up to speed, but if that’s sorted then… I guess you’re good to go!” Mr Trent said with a happy nod.

“Thanks sir,” Danny said, letting the man help him up.

“I really am glad you’re back, Danny. The place really hasn’t been the same without you!” Mr Trent said with a content sigh.

“Glad to be back,” Danny replied. He couldn’t help smiling as he saw the man holding back. Whether it was a concern about propriety or a worry about hurting him, Danny wasn’t sure, but he quietly offered, “sir, it’s okay if you want to hug me!”

The man was on him in a shot, hugging him tightly. “Don’t you EVER scare me like that again, Danny.”

“No promises sir, but I’ll do my best!” Danny replied, happily holding onto the teacher.

*****

Dinnertime had been interesting. Danny had headed straight for the table to sit down, rather than queuing for food, the others retrieving it for him, but by the time they got there, they found a crowd had gathered. Eager to either welcome him back, ask him about his injuries or try and find out more about the accident, everyone wanted a piece of the action. In the end, the crowd had to be broken up by a couple of teachers who waded through, telling the spectating boys to back off and give him some space.

Fearing a similar scene might break out in the Common Room after dinner, the boys opted for a quiet evening in the dorm, though they had barely been in there for more than a few minutes before most of them left, leaving so as not to disturb Danny who had fallen asleep in Chris’ arms as they sat on one of the sofas.

Chris was, of course, happy to stay behind with him while the rest headed off to entertain themselves. He sat holding his best friend, just watching him sleep and listening to the gentle rhythmic breathing.

After about an hour, Danny stirred, slowly opening his eyes. “What time is it?” he asked sleepily.

“About eight,” Chris replied softly.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I might do this a lot for a while!” Danny apologised.

“Don’t be sorry, you need rest! You don’t have to apologise for it” Chris insisted, letting his hand slowly stroke up and down Danny’s back.

“I need to apologise about something else though,” Danny said meekly. “I’m sorry I was dodging your calls.”

“Hnnnh, yeah, okay. THAT you can apologise for, ya dick!” Chris sniggered. “I thought you were dead or something!”

“I swear I had a good reason!” Danny insisted. As Chris looked at him incredulously. “So a few weeks ago, someone… contacted me offering a way for me to come back a bit sooner than I was probably going to but the only way my parents and my doctors were going to let me was if I could prove I was well enough and ready for it.”

“And ignoring me was one of your exercises?” Chris asked, sniggering.

“Not quite,” Danny said, shaking his head, “But close!” He took a deep breath, not keen to re-live what he had been through, but he felt he at least owed Chris an explanation. “The physio, the exercises, all of it was just… so hard, Chris. Like, harder than I could handle, so I gave myself a bit of motivation! I told myself I was only allowed to speak to you if it was in person!” As Chris stared back at him, taking it in, he added, “I’m alive because of you… and now I’m back because of you too!”

“You… put yourself through pain… because of me?” Chris asked, slightly distraught.

Danny shook his head. “No, it’s not like that. I figured I was gonna be in pain no matter where I was, so I could either sit at home being in pain and miserable on my own, or be here…”

“In pain and miserable with me!” Chris giggled.

Danny giggled, then let out a wistful sigh. “Chris, I… had to get back to you. You’re more than just my best mate. You… make pain less painful!”

“Are you… actually trying to make me cry again?” Chris asked, shaking his head, eyes slightly watery.

Danny smirked. “Kinda. It was funny! Your ugly cry is REALLY ugly!” he teased.

“Screw you,” Chris sniggered. After a few moments of silence, he cautiously asked, “How much of it do you remember?”

Danny took a couple of deep breaths as he thought about it. “I remember falling and… realising I couldn’t move. That was… not a fun moment! Then I kinda remember you looking for a way out while I was talking, but… after that, not much really!” He stared at Chris for a moment. “How bad was it?”

Chris nodded slowly. “It was bad. It was… really bad. I thought I’d lost you!” he said shakily, not keen to remember the feeling.

“Nah, you don’t get off that easily. Me and you… we’re for life!” Danny smiled. “So what else did we talk about? Might jog my memory a bit!”

Chris smiled as he thought, ‘I confessed I made the wrong call and should gone out with you instead of Kyle… and you said you would have done it!’ He resisted saying it and instead opted for, “Nothing important!”

Danny frowned a little, unsure whether to believe it, then smiled and said “I think I had a dream. It was… like I was seeing… my life… our lives… together way into the future! Like, forever!”

Chris nodded, remembering how he had tried to keep Danny alert by talking through how he imagined their future would play out. It was likely a good thing Danny couldn’t remember most of it, but it was nice he had retained some of the more pleasant parts. “Us? Forever? Sounds more like a nightmare to me!” he teased.

Danny rolled his eyes at the comment, then let out a happy sigh. “You’re such a dick!” he said happily. “Oh, hey, have you seen Blane since we got back?” he asked, smiling at the mention of Chris’ brother.

“No, and he’s been dodging my calls almost as much as you have. The twat!” Chris grumbled.

“You… erm… you might wanna lay off him a bit,” Danny smirked. As Chris looked at him curiously, Danny explained, “The ‘someone’, who came up with the way to help me come back…” He stared at Chris, waiting for him to catch on, but soon realised it wasn’t going to happen. “It was Blane. God, you’re slow sometimes!”

“Wait, Blane? Why? How? Other… vague questions?” Chris asked, lost.

“Well you know he’s trained in sport science and physiotherapy and all that. He came to see me and came up with the whole plan so that between him and Dr Arkwright they take care of most of my recovery,” Danny explained. He spent all of half-term pushing me to meet my last few targets I needed before my parents would let me come back! Knowing him, he was dodging you just so he wouldn’t ruin the surprise! He was so excited at the thought of getting us back together!”

“He… he really did that… for you?” Chris asked, feeling an immense swell of pride in his big brother.

“Honestly… I think he did it more for you!” Danny said with a meek smile.

“Wow. Now I feel like a right arse for some of those texts I’ve sent him!” Chris giggled. “But I’m sure he’ll get over it!”

They chatted quietly for a little longer until Danny drifted back off to sleep in Chris’ arms. They were still sat like that when the others quietly returned, almost sneaking in to try and avoid waking their friend, though they soon realised he would have to wake up to get into bed anyway, so Chris woke him gently.

Although Danny needed some help getting ready for bed, the atmosphere in the dorm was lively. Finally back up to the eight boys it was always supposed to be, they talked and joked around as if Danny had never been away, happily settling into bed in plenty of time for Mr Trent to come in and check on them. While he deliberately avoided making any fuss over Danny, his watchful eye was clearly looking for any signs he might require assistance but left with a happy smile as he bid the dorm goodnight.

A hush fell across the room, the usual after-lights-out chatter not kicking in and Danny immediately got a sense of why. “Guys, if you’ve got stuff on your mind, just say it, okay?” he urged them. “You know I’ll tell you guys anything!”

“Are you gonna get better?” Mikey immediately asked from above. He leaned his head over the side of his bunk to look at the boys laying beneath him. “I mean, like, properly better!”

“Mikey!” Nicky hissed.

“What? He said it was okay!” Mikey argued.

“It’s okay, Nicky!” Danny called out. “And… I don’t know,” Danny said, giving the same brutal honesty Mikey was known for. “I hope so and I’m already doing way better than anyone expected, so… I’m hopeful. It might just take some time!” The awkward silence returned. “Who’s next?” he asked with a giggle, feeling Chris’ hand casually stroking his chest.

“What was being paralysed like?” Josh asked. To say the silence returned would be an understatement. It was more like all sound was just sucked out of the room. “Sorry, it’s just… in some of my bad dreams, I’m paralysed and it’s scary!”

“That’s the right word for it!” Danny replied, taking a deep breath. “When we were… down there… I thought it was gonna be forever. Not that forever felt like it was going to be very long, but… all I could think about was never being able to… like, walk around or run or play football or hug someone and it scared the hell outta me!”

After a few quiet moments, Chris asked loudly, “Who wiped ya bum?”

“Oh my god!” “Ewww!” “Chris!” the other boys yelled out at him as he cackled.

“Actually, while I was in the hospital, there were a couple of REALLY hot nurses,” Danny giggled. “Sure, no guys ever gonna look at you in a sexy way after they’ve wiped your arse, but still… at least I had a better view than they did!”

The others burst into laughter.

“Does everything… still work?” David asked cautiously, silencing the lingering laughter. “I was reading about incomplete spinal cord injuries and a lot of the info talked about how erm… things… erm... might not…”

“Your penis!” James called out. “He’s talking about your penis. He wants to know if your penis works cos he probably wants to add you to his collection!”

“David has a collection of penises?” Danny asked, getting even more laughs.

“Ah, not quite,” Chris said with a grin. “It just turns out our little David is a bit of a…”

“Slut!” David called out. “That’s how James put it!” Stunned silence. “But I forgave him… mostly cos it’s true!” The laughter returned.

“David’s a slut? That’s somehow more surprising than a collection of penises!” Danny said, giggling.

“Look, I just figured I still got nothing going on downstairs, so why should I let that stop me missing out on ya know, trying new things!” David said honestly, not wanting to let on that he was mostly testing to see if James’ aversion to being sucked was actually his fault.

“Too much blood flowing to that big, beautiful brain of yours!” Danny called back.

“Oh, puke!” Josh called out. “But also, awwwwww!”

The boys laughed again, David grinning broadly at the compliment

“But to answer the question…” Danny said as the noise died down, “… it’s kinda like the recovery, a bit too soon to know for certain, but I’m hopeful it’ll all be okay!”

“Until you get the lead back in your pencil, you could always follow David’s example,” Chris said, almost saying ‘Mr Beecham’s example’ and giving away his earlier tryst. “And just suck a buncha dicks!”

“Well, I’ve definitely fallen a bit behind on my duties!” Danny giggled.

“The dicks of Kingswood have missed you, Slutty McCumguzzler!” Chris teased.

“Oh!” Mikey called out suddenly. “Rob! That… that thing! That word, what was it?”

“Gonna need a bit more than that to go on,” Rob sniggered.

“Boohockey!” Mikey declared excitedly.

Rob frowned for a moment, then caught on. “Oh, bukkake!” he nodded as he figured out what Mikey was getting at. “Oh!” he declared, eyes wide, curious as to why Mikey was bringing it up.

“No way, Mikey!” Chris called out. “It’s his first day back and he just needs rest!”

“Wait, what? I’ve missed something!” Danny said, confused. “What’s a boo car key?”

“What a clown uses to unlock his car!” David called out.

Josh burst into laughter, but stopped as he realised he was the only one. “What? That was funny!” He leaned over and looked up to David’s bunk and said, “Good one, mate!” He got an appreciative smile from David.

“Bukkake is…” Rob started, pausing to think of the right word.

“Messy!” David said.

“Disgusting!” James sneered a little.

“Fun!” Nicky giggled.

“Dinner and entertainment, all in one!” Chris said, getting a snigger.

“Dude, it’s a bunch of other dudes cumming on you. You’ll fucking love it!” Mikey said confidently.

“Yes!” Danny called out.

“Yes?” Rob asked. “Yes what?”

“Yes we do that!” Danny insisted.

“Mate, come on, you don’t wanna overdo it on your first day!” Chris said, frowning a little as he nuzzled against the other boy.

“I’m guessing I pretty much just lay there. Can’t take it much easier than that!” Danny grinned. “Come on, who’s in?”

“Me!” Mikey immediately called out.

“Me too!” Rob said happily.

“Well I guess it’d be rude not to,” Chris shrugged.

“I’m in!” David declared. “Oh wait…” he added, getting a group giggle.

“Nicky?” Mikey prompted, reaching across to the next bunk. He leaned over and whispered, “You don’t gotta get naked if you don’t want!”

“Okay, why not!” Nicky agreed.

“How about you?” David asked, looking over at James. “It’s okay if you don’t…”

“I’m in!” James nodded. He could see David looking at him questioningly, even in the low light. With what James had going on, and the things he was discovering in therapy, he could understand his friend’s concern.

“Josh?” Rob asked the last of them.

“Is it… okay if I don’t?” he asked quietly.

“Hey, you can join me in the spectators section!” David offered. “No popcorn, I’m afraid, but plenty of cuddles!”

“Who could say no to that!” Josh said happily.

Within a few moments, Chris had helped Danny move round so he was laying sideways on their double bunk, his head slightly off the edge as Chris, Rob, Mikey, Nicky and James all gathered round. David and Josh really had come to spectate, sitting on the opposite side of the double bunk to get the best view, a couple of phones being used to add some illumination.

Chris and Mikey had both unashamedly stripped completely naked, while the other three, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt for bed as usual, just pulled out their dicks and started stroking after seeing the other two get started.

“Thanks for this,” Josh whispered as he sat casually wrapped around David.

David just gave a quiet giggle and grabbed Josh’s arm, squeezing it gently.

“This is so freakin’ hot!” Mikey said happily as his fist eagerly pumped away.

Although none of them said it, all of them couldn’t help but compare. Nicky was always going to be the largest. His dick was well known to be the biggest in the room… in most rooms actually, but the rest eyed each other curiously. Between the low light and the rapidly-moving hands it was hard to be sure, but it appeared Rob came second, closely followed by Mikey, then Chris and finally James.

It was also a chance to compare bushes, although ‘bush’ was a fairly generous term for them. Nicky had resumed shaving regularly following his shave back at Halloween and was completely smooth, while James, being the least developed and a blonde had barely more than a few wisps. Mikey had more than it appeared, but being a lighter ginger colour didn’t show up so much. Chris’ pubes had very much grown back since his Halloween shave, but it was Rob who was sporting the most hair.

Danny lay there, staring up at the five boys around him, his eyes darting from their faces to their dicks and back again. Happy to just be back around his friends, but excited to already be back amongst the pure sexuality of the group, he managed to stave off his lingering sleepiness out of sheer enjoyment of what was going on around him. The thought that he was moments away from five loads over his face, and hopefully in his mouth, was just the perfect little extra for him.

Heavy breathing and the fapping of five cocks were the only sounds echoing around the large room, soon accentuated by quiet moans… plus a few loud ones from Mikey. While most of the boys were seemingly a little shy about fully expressing their enjoyment, Mikey seemed not to care and was happily grunting away as he felt himself edging closer to release.

“How about last to cum licks him clean!” Chris suggested with a snigger.

Before the others could object, Danny called out, “No fucking chance. If it’s on me, it’s mine!” He loved cum. He suspected most of the others already either knew it or suspected, but either way he knew that even if they teased him about it, it would only ever be in good spirit. Knowing he could be as open as he wanted about his desires was just one of the many reasons he truly loved his friends.

“Well get ready then!” Mikey warned, leaning forward and aiming his dick towards Danny’s face.

Danny opened his mouth wide, hoping to catch as much as possible. He felt Mikey’s dick slap onto his forehead then immediately begin throbbing as he pumped out his load. About half made it into Danny’s mouth, the rest streaked over his cheeks and jaw.

Danny gulped, then muttered, “Fuck!” It was the first cum he had tasted since before the accident and it was every bit as exciting as he remembered.

A few moments later, Nicky stepped forward. Knowing what Danny wanted, rather than cumming on his face he just rested the tip in the other boy’s mouth as he pumped out his load. He worried for a moment his hefty spurts might drown Danny, but he eagerly gulped it down without so much as a single choke.

James and Rob were next, both ready at the same moment. As they stepped in at the same time, they gave each other an awkward but happy smile, then shot their dual load over Danny’s face, again getting some in the mouth but more outside of it.

Chris was last, deliberately holding himself back. With the others all done, he sped up his strokes and stepped forward. Much as Nicky had, he shot his goo straight into Danny’s mouth. As soon as the last drop was out, he moved his cock and started scooping up the others’ spunk, scraping it towards his mouth and putting his cock in to let Danny lick it off.

The others watched on in amusement and delight as Chris mostly cleaned Danny up with his dick before offering Danny a towel to finish off.

The awkward silence from earlier returned for a moment before Danny just grinned and said, “Now that’s a Kingswood welcome!”