The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 31 (Patreon)
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Sunday 2 May 2021
Mikey let out a low groan as he tried to roll over in bed, but every inch of him was throbbing. He had the added hindrance of a dead weight laying on one of his arms. Opening his eyes, he saw the sleeping face of Josh at his side. Letting out another moan as pain ran through him, the other boy’s eyes opened.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” Mikey whispered. He frowned as he thought about the boy at his side. He had not been there when they went to sleep. “When did this happen?”
Josh gave a cute little yawn and nestled against Mikey’s side. “About midnight,” he whispered back.
“Don’t remember a thing,” Mikey confessed. “Guessing you couldn’t sleep again then?”
Josh pulled back a bit, face screwed up into a frown as he shook his head. “I came here for you, not me,” he explained. “I heard you having a bad dream and cuddles always helped when I was having them, so I thought I’d give it a go on the other side of it for a change!”
“Oh,” Mikey exclaimed, then shrugged. “I never remember my dreams anyway, but thanks!” He let out another moan as he tried to move again.
“You in pain?” Josh asked, concerned. As he got a nod in return he asked quietly, “What did they do to you?” The previous day, Mikey had attacked another student, though he had done so to defend Josh. As a result, he had spent the previous evening separated from the rest of the boys, being punished by the painfully strict Mr Darwin.
Mikey shrugged, but winced at the gesture and said, “Probably not as bad as you’re thinking. They weren’t, like, beating me or anything. It was all just… like a crazy intense workout, but instead of taking breaks, it was an even harder workout and when I felt like I was just gonna drop dead of exhaustion…”
“Even more workout?” Josh suggested.
“Yeah. I think I pissed Mr Darwin off though. There were a couple of other guys there too and when he broke them and they started, like, crying and shit, he fucking loved it, but he couldn’t break me, and he was getting SO annoyed. It’s why I was so late!”
“And probably why you’re in so much pain today!” Josh pouted.
“Maybe, but I wasn’t giving that prick the satisfaction of winning! And it’s not like I got much to do today except watch you guys beat their rugby team!” Mikey said with a smirk.
Josh let out a gentle sigh. “I hope we do. Rob’s put in SO much work. I don’t wanna be a total failure twice in one weekend!”
“When else have you been a failure?” Mikey asked curiously.
“Yesterday!” Josh stated, like it was obvious. “That twat was saying those things and I couldn’t even move! If you hadn’t been there I probably woulda just stood there and pissed myself like a total fucking pussy!” After a few moments, he let out a hearty sigh and mumbled, “I fucking hate this place!”
“Hmm,” Mikey hummed. “I’m no huge fan of it myself!” he agreed.
*****
As James awoke, he sat up and looked around, appreciating the rare experience of a quiet morning, though he quickly realised it was maybe a little TOO quiet. Half the dorm was still away at King Edwards, but that still left Chris, David and Nicky in the dorm with him, but the room was empty. He was so used to waking up with David at his side in the next bunk, but he was nowhere to be seen.
He climbed down from his bunk, momentarily worried there had been some kind of evacuation that he had slept through, though that seemed unlikely.
“Oh, finally!” a voice suddenly called out from the conjoined bunks usually occupied by Chris and Danny.
“Oh my…” James gasped, nearly falling off the ladder as he glared round at the bunk to see Nicky sitting there alone. “You made me jump!” he complained.
“I know,” Nicky said proudly. “Come join me,” he requested as he sat cross-legged, patting the space in front of him.
“Wh… why?” James asked a little nervously, taking a step closer but not venturing onto the bed yet. “Where are the others?”
Nicky shrugged. “No idea. I kicked ‘em out! Now come on, sit with me!”
James frowned but climbed onto the bed, sitting as far from Nicky as he could get until he got a disapproving eyebrow raise and moved closer. “What are we doing?” James asked, still totally in the dark.
“Observing tradition,” Nicky replied with a smile. “Or rather, helping to establish one!”
“A tradition of… sitting!” James said with a slightly derisive smirk.
“Nope. A birthday tradition!” Nicky replied bluntly.
James recoiled a little. “Oh!” he exclaimed.
“Yeah, oh. Just cos we didn’t do anything yesterday, doesn’t mean we forgot!” Nicky explained.
James gave a casual shrug. “Like I told you all back in Year 7, I don’t celebrate my birthday. Birthdays are a stupid idea. It’s all like, oh, the earth is in the same relative position to the sun as it was the day I was born, we need to celebrate that!” he explained, rolling his eyes.
“You’re so fun,” Nicky said flatly, holding back a smirk. “Well, YOU may not like celebrating your birthday, but that doesn’t mean I don’t!”
“But you don’t even celebrate your own birthday!” James exclaimed incredulously. “I thought you were one of the sane ones when it came to this stuff!”
Nicky shook his head. “Whatever! Like I said, I’m starting a tradition… or rather, I’ve started one… or I’m in the process… wait, when does something actually BECOME a tradition?”
“Well traditions normally have to be passed down over a few generations to actually be considered a tradition,” James explained.
Nicky’s eyes narrowed for a moment before he smirked and shook his head. “Of COURSE you’d know that!” he said with a smirk. “But whatever, my birthday tradition…”
“Not a tradition yet!” James interjected.
“Whatever!” Nicky said dismissively, mildly annoyed. “Anyway, I give all guys in the dorm the same thing for their birthday!”
“Ooh, gifts, why didn’t you say?” James asked excitedly.
“Not quite a gift,” Nicky explained. “I give them all a birthday kiss!”
“Oh!” James said, blushing heavily as his eyes widened.
“And I also offer… birthday sex, but that part’s optional,” Nicky added.
“S… so… so you want to… kiss me?” James asked, gulping gently.
Nicky chuckled. “No, I want to give you a birthday kiss. There’s a difference!” he insisted.
“I’ve only ever… kissed one guy before,” James said shyly.
“David?” Nicky enquired.
James didn’t answer, but his heavier blushes did it for him.
“I’m not gonna make you do it,” Nicky explained. “But I’d like to. Will that… be okay?”
James thought for a moment then nodded.
Nicky smiled, then leaned forward until he was on all fours, then shuffled forward slightly to bring his face closer to James. “Happy birthday,” he whispered before leaning in and meeting the other boy’s lips with his own. He could feel James tense up the moment the kiss started, but as he remained in place for a few moments, he felt the other begin to relax.
James kept his hands in his lap rather than holding onto Nicky, even as he felt the bigger boy’s hand grasp the back of his neck, holding him in the lingering kiss. He did lean into it though, pressing his mouth against Nicky’s, eventually daring to part his lips as he felt Nicky’s tongue probe at them. Their tongues met briefly before James finally pulled away, giggling at the strange sensation.
Nicky smiled at the sweet laugh. James wasn’t much of a giggler, so it was a rare and quite pleasant sound. He flopped down onto one side, propping himself up with one arm as he looked at the birthday boy. “So, a teenager at last, huh? I’d ask how it feels but I expect I’d just get a rant about how it’s just a number!”
“Yeah, probably,” James chuckled. He gulped slightly and asked, “Did you… say something about… birthday sex too?”
Nicky grinned and nodded.
“Do you mean… like… general sex stuff or… like… willy in bum kinda sex?” James asked nervously.
Nicky cackled with laughter, but quickly stopped himself and said, “Sorry, not laughing at you, but that was adorable. No, I just mean… whatever you’d be comfortable with. And even then, if you’re not comfortable with anything, then that’s okay too.”
James pursed his lips, thinking for a few moments. Just a couple of months earlier, after several failed attempts at physical intimacy with David, James had learned about abuse he had suffered as a child. It was something he was working through with Dr Arkwright and was determined not to let something he couldn’t even remember control him, but it was something he would take a long time to get past fully.
He had engaged in group activities in the dorm before, which had been fine, but aside from David he had never been with anyone one-on-one. As much as he liked the idea, the lingering issues still held him back, but his real debate now was whether or not to share his history with Nicky. While he felt he could trust the older boy, the time just didn’t feel right, so he decided against it.
“D’you think… maybe we could just… do stuff NEAR each other and see if… anything else happens?” James suggested, feeling like that was as far as he could confidently go right then.
“Sure,” Nicky said cheerfully, moving back to lean against the wall, patting the space at his side which James eagerly scurried onto. “So just, like, jerk off you mean?”
James nodded, then waited, not wanting to be the first to put himself on show. Nicky seemingly caught the cue and pulled the front of his shorts down to reveal his large, flaccid cock. James gulped as he saw it, almost wishing he actually had gone first. Nicky’s notoriously large endowment was a hard act to follow. Regardless of the size difference, James revealed his penis too, though in its flaccid state it was barely five centimetres long and about as thick as his pinky finger.
Watching as Nicky quickly stroked himself to full firmness, James’s dick soon hardened to its full nine centimetres. Hardly massive, but at least it thickened a little more as it grew too. Neither boy spoke as they sat masturbating. James’ gaze had been fixed on the man-sized dick, but as his eyes ventured upwards, he saw Nicky looking at him, smiling sweetly.
Nicky leaned in a little and stopped, silently seeking permission to go on. James smiled back and nodded, leaning in to meet him. Their lips met once more in a gentle kiss, their tongues colliding after a minute of closed-mouth kissing.
When Nicky felt a hand on his own, he released his dick and felt James’ slender fingers wrap around the girthy shaft, stroking awkwardly. In return, he reached across to return the favour, taking hold of the smaller penis between his thumb and forefinger.
The kissing continued as they both stroked away at each other until James finally pulled back a little and let out a gentle moan. “I’m gonna cum,” he whimpered. His hand pulled away from Nicky’s dick as he felt himself edge closer and closer to climax. “Oh godddd,” he moaned as his cock spat up its tiny load onto his hairless pubis.
“Enjoy that?” Nicky asked with a grin.
“Mmm-huh,” James replied. “Are you… gonna finish?” he asked shyly.
“You wanna watch?” Nicky asked, usually not the most comfortable with being seen, but it just felt appropriate.
“Yes please,” James answered politely.
Nicky chuckled as he began pumping away at his huge erection. While James’ technique hadn’t been the best, it had still managed to stimulate Nicky enough that his orgasm wouldn’t be long in coming. As he started to edge closer, his breathing grew deeper and his gentle moans higher. When he finally hit the point of no return, he pulled up the front of his t-shirt and aimed his dick at his chest. He let out several large spurts of spunk which immediately began to dribble down onto his flat stomach.
Nicky looked round for something to clean up with but figured he would be getting showered and dressed soon anyway, so he just dropped his t-shirt to let it soak in as he pulled the front of his shorts back up. “So… you like this tradition?” he asked playfully.
“Not a tradition!” James insisted, but gave a coy smile as he added, “But… yes I do!” He leaned to the side as Nicky raised an arm, the two sitting together in quiet contentment for now.
*****
Rob stood outside the locker room, psyching himself to go in where the rugby team were waiting. It would be the final pep talk before they ventured out onto the pitch for one of the biggest matches of the season and, after the previous day’s problems with the football team getting disqualified, tensions were running high.
Just as he turned to head for the door, he froze in his tracks as he saw Victor Forsythe, captain of the King Edward Year 8 rugby team. Mindful of how the football team’s interactions had gone with the opposing captain, he considered pretending not to see him and just vanishing into the locker room but decided to stand his ground.
“Rob, hey,” Victor said as he approached, alone.
“Hi,” Rob said cautiously. He had not really interacted with the other boy before during previous events, so it was an acquaintance based purely on reputation.
“Look, I just wanted to say…” Victor started, frowning a little. “Gregory… he’s a… well, let’s be honest, he’s a cunt. He’s a thug and a bully and on behalf of the decent guys at this school, we’re sorry for how things went down yesterday!”
“Oh!” Rob exclaimed. That was most certainly not what he had been expecting. “Erm… thanks I… erm…”
Victor chuckled. “Yeah, I get this a lot,” he said, seeing Rob’s reaction. “I know my school’s reputation, and I know for most of the twats here it’s pretty spot on, but… we’re not all like that! So, I just wanted to come and wish you good luck and say it’s gonna be a great match. I’ve seen what a good team you’ve got!” He held out his hand to Rob.
Rob smiled and accepted the handshake. “Thanks, and good luck to you guys too. Let’s make it a good one!”
“You got it,” Victor said cheerfully, playfully slapping Rob on the back as he walked past to head to his own locker room.
Emboldened by the pleasant surprise, Rob watched the other captain walk away for a moment before stepping into the locker room. As the team saw him, they dropped into respectful silence. “Okay guys, not gonna lie, this is gonna be tough. They’re bigger than us and stronger than us, but we’ve got a definite advantage on the speed,” he paused, glancing to Josh and then Brandon White, the two fastest team members whom much of their strategy depended on. “And we’ve prepared for this. We’re ready for it, and ready to win, so let’s go show ‘em what Kingswood’s made of!”
The whole team cheered and hurried to the exit.
“I thought Kingswood was mostly made of cum and humiliation. That’s not what we’re showing them, is it?” Josh asked quietly with a snigger, getting a punch in the arm from Rob.
*****
Chris wandered aimlessly for a while after leaving the dorm. Annoyed as he was about being kicked out, at least it meant he wasn’t being tied to a desk chair and forced to watch sexy videos again, as he had done for the majority of the weekend so far. It had resulted in him being ridiculously horny with no possible outlet until that evening.
He had endured prolonged periods of abstinence before, having done two No Nut Novembers and spent a summer break locked in chastity, but they felt different. They were just lengthy periods without cum where he could easily distract himself with other things. Being forced to be aroused without any chance of relief felt like a whole new kind of torture that he found himself both loving and hating it at the same time.
Taking a small chunk of the morning to wander round the school’s ornamental gardens, something he always loved to do, Chris glanced over at the path to the Sports Complex. He knew his big brother, Blane, would be in the gym right now for his usual Sunday morning workout. The previous night, they had shared an awkwardly erotic moment when Blane had teased Chris for his horniness and taunted him with ‘helping each other out’, something Chris had, confusingly been open to.
Chris knew he needed to clear the air. He hadn’t REALLY intended to do anything, he was simply out of his mind with horniness thanks to the prolonged arousal. He needed to make sure Blane knew that, for fear of never being able to look his eldest brother in the eye again. He quickly headed over to the large building and headed inside.
As he opened the door to the gym, he stopped dead in his tracks. Blane was there, reclined on a bench, lifting two hefty dumbbells… shirtless. Chris was used to being compared to Blane. Of the eight Smith siblings, he and Blane were the most physically similar (after identical twins Aidan and Cian, obviously), but the ten-year age gap between them made looking at the two seem like some kind of ‘then and now’ social media post.
For Chris, seeing his brother there, half-naked, sweating and flexing, it was like looking into some kind of future mirror. The unexpected bulge that popped up in Chris’ shorts gave him a sudden surge of wrongness. Looking at your own brother and being aroused was bad enough but looking at an older version of yourself and being turned on, that was surely the ultimate narcissism. Either way, he was frozen in place, horny and staring at Blane. He had to leave, but his feet refused to work.
“Hey Chrissy,” Blane called out. “Seeing you twice in two days. I’m honoured!” he teased as he placed down the dumbbells, waving Chris over.
Chris dropped his hands in front of himself as he approached gingerly, attempting to hide his arousal but just drawing more attention to it.
“Still not taken care of that?” Blane asked, jumping at the opportunity to embarrass his little brother.
“No, it’s been like that all morning,” Chris lied. It wasn’t a huge lie. He had certainly spent most of the morning fighting it, but it had been mostly under control until he saw Blane. ‘Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong!’ Chris shouted at himself in his head.
“Hnnh, nice,” Blane chuckled as he stood and grabbed his brother in a quick hug.
“Eww, you’re all sweaty,” Chris immediately objected, but couldn’t get free of the young man’s tight grip. He found himself pinned against the muscular torso, his cheek against the neatly-trimmed and sweat-moistened hair on his chest. As he struggled to pull away, he inhaled and got a nose-full of fresh sweat and body spray that made his legs feel like jelly.
“So, to what do I owe the honour?” Blane asked as he eventually released Chris, returning to his workout while the younger boy grimaced and pulled away.
“Nothing,” Chris said casually. “Just most of the guys are still away and Nicky had… other plans!”
“Aww, so I’m your last resort. You just keep finding new ways to make me feel so wanted here,” Blane said, joking but with a clear tinge of bitterness.
“I want you!” Chris said, then immediately blushed, worried it might make his intentions unclear… or clear… he wasn’t sure which, it was all very confusing. “I mean… I’m glad you came here! Like… to spend time with… at the school!”
“Oh really?” Blane said, shaking his head, moving to start a bench press. “Most weeks I have to force you to spend time with me and if you see me while you’re in lessons you basically blank me!”
“I… don’t do that… do I?” Chris asked awkwardly. It was no secret he had a few issues about having his big brother at the school at the beginning of the year, but he felt like he had made peace with that months ago.
“Never mind, doesn’t matter,” Blane said before letting out a grunt as he started a set.
Chris thought while he watched Blane lift, though he found his attention wandering from the conversation and more onto the sight before him. From where he sat, he had a perfect view of Blane’s arm straining with each lift, the muscles bulging, the curves accentuated by the fine sheen of sweat catching the light. Further down, with him lying on his back, Chris could see the bulge of his brother’s cock. The whole picture had him straining against his shorts. He needed a distraction. “No, come on, talk to me,” he pleaded.
Blane dropped the barbell back into place and sat up, staring down at his hands for a moment before looking at Chris’ reflection in the mirrored wall. “I dunno, it’s stupid. I guess I just thought coming here meant… seeing more of you, that’s all,” he explained. “Last year, especially with you staying here over for such a long time cos of Covid, I just… I really missed you.”
“Oh!” Chris said, not used to such candour from his brother.
“I guess I just… wasn’t ready to see you leave,” Blane confessed.
“I thought you’d have been glad to be rid of me,” Chris said with a meek smile. “I mean, I was always the one that you seemed to get the most pissed at!”
“Well yeah, but that was because…” Blane started, but stopped, shaking his head as he shrugged.
“Cos what?” Chris asked, thankfully feeling his erection subside a little.
Blane sighed as he lifted his leg over the bench and swivelled round so, he was facing his little brother. “So… me and Ash,” he started, referring to their eldest sister, Aisling. “You know we were around for a while before Mam and Dad started popping you guys out like crazy.”
Chris smiled and nodded.
“Well, you know they were never around much, and we didn’t get Edward in to be, like, a nanny or whatever until the twins came along,” Blane continued, getting another nod. “Well, when Finn was born, Ash told me I had to be a good big brother, but that she’d look after Finn. It was like he was hers, ya know, her responsibility.”
Chris frowned a little. Neither of his eldest siblings had ever told him any of this before. “She woulda been… what, nine… then maybe?” he asked, working out the age gap.
“Something like that, yeah. She’s always been crazy responsible,” Blane said proudly. “But then you came along a couple of years later and Ash said to me… and even after all these years I still remember almost her exact words. It was the day after you were born and Mam and Dad were bringing you home, she said to me, ‘It’s your turn now. Chris is yours, so you look after him the way I’ve looked after Finn. We have to look out for each other!’ and I thought to myself… shit, I don’t wanna have to do that!”
“I’m sorry,” Chris mumbled awkwardly.
“No, don’t be,” Blane smiled. “Cos then they got home, and Dad handed you to me and you were so tiny but that first moment I saw you…” He stopped; his eyes watery.
Chris was on his feet instantly, moving to stand in front of his brother.
Blane grabbed him without standing up, his cheek against Chris’ stomach. He sniffed and went on, “You were this… ugly little lump of human being staring up at me with my own eyes and,” he paused, shuddering a little at laying himself so bare, “I fell in love with you on the spot. And yeah, I know a few years later, probably before you can even remember, we hired Edward and he took over a lot of the stuff me and Ash used to do, but I still thought of you as MY responsibility. But I guess it turns out I need you a lot more than you need me anymore!” As Blane pulled back a little and looked up at Chris, he had tears in his eyes.
“I didn’t…” Chris sniffed. “I mean…” he sniffed again. “I didn’t know!”
“You didn’t need to!” Blane said honestly. He stood up, looping his arms under Chris’ as he lifted the boy off the ground, holding him in a tight hug.
“I still need you,” Chris whispered as he held on.
Gradually, they both began to regain their composure. Unfortunately for Chris, as the emotion began to die down, something else began to kick in. With the muscular arms wrapped around him, toned torso against his own body and forced to breathe in his brother’s scent, his semi-hard cock was soon back to full firmness.
As Blane released him and lowered him back to the ground, Chris quickly stepped away, returning to the other bench and sitting cross-legged to conceal his renewed arousal.
“Well, that was… unexpectedly emotional,” Blane said a little shyly as he wiped his cheek.
Chris smirked. “We’re Smiths, we don’t talk about feelings,” he joked.
“True,” Blane nodded, laying back down to do another set of bench presses. “Your usual… emotional… range…” he grunted between lifts, “Mostly… just… consists of…” he placed the bar back in place, “Needing a hug, or needing to cum!” Both brothers sniggered.
“You’re a dick,” Chris grumbled, though he was still smirking at the comment.
“And proud of it,” Blane grinned. He let his head loll to the side and looked Chris up and down and said, “Ya know, while you’re in here it wouldn’t kill you to work out a bit. You’re starting to look a bit pudgy round the middle!”
“What? Piss off!” Chris exclaimed. He lifted the front of his t-shirt and looked down. Admittedly he was sitting hunched over, with one leg raised over the other, both of which tended to bunch up the stomach a little, but he definitely had a little bit of a podge. He let out a gentle moan as he poked it. He scowled as he looked to Blane who was doing his final set on the bench press and said, “Screw you, I’m adorable!”
Blane winced as he dropped the bar back, sitting up once more. “I never said you weren’t adorable,” he said, walking over to Chris. “I think it’s a cute look on you,” he said, reaching down to poke his little brother’s stomach.
“Get off,” Chris snapped, swatting the hand away. The only bright side to the comment was it had distracted him from his arousal and his cock had softened once more.
“Make me!” Blane sniggered, poking him again.
“Stop it!” Chris said, swatting the hand again.
Blane laughed as he grabbed at Chris’ midriff with both hands, tickling him. Chris immediately burst into hysterical laughter as he tried to squirm away. He ended up toppling backwards off of the bench onto the floor, but Blane came right after him, climbing on top as he continued to tickle the boy.
“No, no, stop it, get off!” Chris screamed out through his giggles. He reached up to try to push his big brother away but found Blane too powerful. Moments later, he had both of his hands pinned together above his head, held by just one of Blane’s hands while the other resumed the tickling.
“Oh, you little perv!” Blane exclaimed, stopping suddenly.
Chris stared as he felt Blane wiggle his butt a little. His cock had hardened once more, and Blane could clearly feel it beneath him. Already flushed from the tickling, Chris’ cheeks burned even brighter red, though just as he was about to try and make an excuse, he glanced at Blane’s crotch and smirked, “Runs in the family I guess!”
Blane seemed utterly unashamed of his own arousal as he shook his head and chuckled, “Cheeky little fucker!” He let go of Chris’ hands and sat back up, staring down at the boy.
“I’m… not allowed to cum,” Chris said, feeling a little awkward stating it to Blane. After a moment’s pause, he gulped and said, “But… you are!”
Blane continued to stare, his expression surprisingly neutral. He glanced down at his own bulge, then quickly to Chris before giving the slightest hint of a nod.
Chris lowered both of his hands to his sides until they made contact with Blane’s knees, positioned either side of him. He had touched Blane before, many times. They were both huggers, they had played games, they had wrestled and play-fought, but this was the first real ‘touch’. Chris felt the hairs on his big brother’s leg run beneath his fingers as he let them slide up inside the leg of his shorts. Blane’s skin was slightly clammy from the workout, but Chris was unbothered, entranced by the new, forbidden sensation.
While Blane continued to look quite blankly at his little brother, his bulge swelled more, throbbing a little as he felt the slender fingers, their tips calloused from his guitar playing, slide up further, coming teasingly close to his balls before the tightness of the fabric prevented any more progress.
Chris pulled his hand back out, placing them on top of the shorts this time as he slid upwards until he felt the warmth of bare skin. It was such a strange feeling, to be touching what could be the equivalent of his own future body… though he would seemingly have to start hitting the gym to make that happen completely!
Suddenly aware of the very public setting around them, Chris glanced over at the door. The gym was usually quiet around this time anyway, but with half the school away at King Edwards, it was deserted, but still, expedience certainly had an appeal. Sliding his fingers down inside the waistband, feeling their way into Blane’s underwear too, he pulled the front down.
“Woah!” Chris gasped as his big brother’s cock swung into view. He had not seen Blane’s dick for quite some time, and had certainly never seen it hard, so it was a fairly shocking sight to see the large tool hovering before him. Reminded once again of their own physical similarities, he thought of his own ten-centimetre erection squished beneath the young man and asked, “How… big is it?”
Blane shrugged. “Kinda past the ‘measuring it’ age!” he said, trying to sound casual, then blushed as Chris frowned at him and said, “Nineteen!”
“Fuck!” Chris exclaimed.
“Yeah, I’d say you’re heading that way yourself!” Blane smirked as he clenched his buttocks against Chris’ straining dick.
“Don’t do that!” Chris gasped, taking a few deep breaths to compose himself. He tucked the shorts and underwear under Blane’s balls, cupping them gently as he did so. Just like the cock, they seemed so much bigger than his own. They were a little fuzzy and the bush at the base of the straining erection looked like it had been trimmed, but not for a while. He wrapped his hand gingerly around the shaft, both brothers letting out a simultaneous moan.
“Unnh, yeah come on, bud,” Blane urged him.
Chris nodded and began stroking quickly. His other hands alternated between grasping the shaft to stroke double-handed, caressing his balls and stroking the firm, fuzzy stomach, all of which Blane seemed to appreciate.
“Mmm, wait, just…” Blane started, grasping Chris’ hand to change his grip slightly before adding, “Ah yeah, that’s it. A bit faster! Little bit more. Unnh, fucking perfect!”
Chris was whimpering now, the movement of the masturbation making Blane move just enough to stimulate the boner beneath him, but not quite enough to push him over the edge. He stared up at Blane who stared back, smiling serenely.
Eventually, the older sibling’s eyes closed as he gasped, “Shit, Chris. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Unnnh… fuuuuuck!”
Chris raised his head to watch, but in doing so put himself directly in the line of fire. As Blane’s cock erupted, Chris got a shot in one eye, followed moments later by a perfectly aimed shot in the other, blinding him completely as he felt two more spurts hit his face and the rest land wetly on his chest and stomach. Moments later, he felt the weight lift from him as Blane climbed off.
“I’mma go hit the shower,” Blane said, without even waiting for Chris to wipe his face and regain his vision. “See ya later!”
Chris lifted the front of his t-shirt to wipe his face, glancing over at the door as soon as he could see again but Blane was long gone. He let his arms flop down to his sides, then looked down at his cum-covered t-shirt and the straining bulge of his erection and let out a moan.
*****
Mikey had spent the morning waiting for Danny to say they ‘needed to talk’ or to ask if he ‘had a second’, but by the time lunch ended, neither had happened and he was beginning to get more than a little worried about it. As they filed back towards the rugby pitch to spectate the afternoon’s matches, he finally couldn’t take any more and stepped aside, dragging Danny with him.
“Okay, okay… I get it… you’re pissed at me… I get it, but… stop torturing me like this!” Mikey rambled to the other boy.
Danny stared at Mikey in absolute bewilderment. “I have even less idea what you’re going on about than usual!” he said with a wry grin.
“Th… this!” Mikey said, gesturing back and forth between himself and Danny. “Us. The talk. I know it’s coming, so let’s hear it. Tell me you’re… you’re disappointed in me or that… I let the whole team down as well as myself… or whatever you’re gonna say to me!”
Danny’s brow furrowed even more heavily as he tried to understand, then it finally hit him. “Oh, right,” he nodded, realising this was almost certainly about Mikey’s actions the previous day that had gotten the football team disqualified. “Why would I be disappointed?”
“Cos… cos… I hit someone. Again! And broke my promise to you… again!” Mikey explained. “I promised no violence and then I smack two people in, like, two weeks!”
Danny shook his head. “Whadda you want me to say, Mikey? You already got punished for it, so it’s not like I need to do that and I’m not gonna tell you you’re wrong for doing it!” he explained.
“You’re… not?” Mikey asked, taking a step back, clearly confused.
“He told Josh… well, you know what he said, you don’t need me to repeat it,” Danny said, shuddering a little as he thought about the awful comments. While he knew being told he ‘should have jumped’ would be horrific for Josh to hear, Danny took it pretty hard himself. After all, he had been the one talking Josh down off the roof, and many of his more unpleasant dreams since then had involved Josh making the decision Gregory had suggested. “The twat totally earned a punch in the face!”
“B… but… but you said…” Mikey stuttered, his face screwing up angrily. “You made me promise. You… you said it was rule, but now it’s only wrong if YOU think it’s wrong?”
“No, that’s not…” Danny tried to object.
“Yes!” Mikey snapped. “So… so… so it wasn’t even a rule at all it was just… you wanting to… to…” He flinched as he looked round briefly then returned his gaze to Danny. “Forget it. Just… forget it.” He turned and ran off towards the sports ground.
“Mikey, wait!” Danny called after him, but he was already gone.
*****
Exhausted and feeling like his lungs were about to burst out of his chest, Josh didn’t even dare glance round as he ran. The line was in sight, just three more seconds… two… one… and the ball was down, and the whistle blew. He could hear his own pulse in his ears, but the roar of the crowd was even louder. He looked round, unsure whether he had managed to score the try before the whistle blew but based on the cheering Kingswood crowd and his teammates rushing excitedly towards him, he was assuming it was a yes.
It wasn’t a victory… not yet anyway! With the try scored, they were behind King Edwards by a single point! It would all come down to the conversion.
“Oh my god… we might… actually win…” Josh panted.
“Wow, such confidence!” Rob sniggered. “You’ve got this!”
Josh looked round at the team, then to the worried-looking King Edwards team before a final glance to the massive, cheering crowd. Looking back to Rob, he smiled and nodded, “You’re right! Let’s do it!”
With the ball in place and Josh readying himself for the kick, he took a deep breath as the crowd dropped into almost total silence. A quick look at the opposing team and he felt a knot in his stomach. The feeling from the day before was back. It was like looking at a team full of Mark, his eldest brother and lifelong tormentor. He felt the urge to turn and run until he glanced at the Kingswood section in the stand and saw Mikey and Danny, both staring in his direction. He knew they believed in him every bit as much as Rob did.
“Fuck you, Mark!” Josh growled quietly then ran and kicked. The ball flew… higher and higher… every eye on and around the pitch pinned to it as it arced majestically through the air… and between the posts! Josh just stared in absolute amazement, not even hearing the crowd, barely even registering his team grabbing hold of him and lifting him up as they cheered.
They had won. The ‘unbeatable’ King Edwards team was beaten. Most importantly though, Josh felt like he had faced Mark, at least this one time. It really felt like a universal ‘fuck you’ to the King Edwards bullies, his own brother and every other twat in the world who felt like it was okay to hurt people.
Under the stern and watchful eye of Mr Darwin, the celebrations were kept mostly under control, though he had barked a few warnings at some of the more rambunctious celebrators. With the break for lunch taking place right after the Year 8 match, the stands slowly began to empty as the teams headed back into their respective locker rooms to shower and change.
To say the mood was high in the Kingswood locker room was an understatement, many of the boys feeling they had vindicated their team for the previous day’s events, while others felt like they had missed the chance at a double win over King Edwards.
While Josh had humbly refused a lot of the praise, insisting he only scored the final points, but it was the whole team that got them there, he remained the centre of attention, which only served to slow him down in getting changed. Being the last one in the locker room, he took a moment to compose himself before heading out, sitting on one of the benches as he took a few calming breaths, using the calming techniques that had been drummed into him in therapy over the last year.
“Hey, congratulations,” a voice called out, startling him from his quiet thinking. He looked round to see the King Edwards goalkeeper standing near the door.
“Thanks,” Josh said quietly, standing up to face him. “I’m Josh, by the way!”
“Yeah, I know…” the other boy said, holding out a very scrappy looking piece of paper before blushing and lowering his hand.
Josh realised immediately that it was the note he had slipped the other boy when he visited Kingswood, offering help if he ever needed it. Was that why he was here?
“Oh, and… erm… I’m Mark, well… Marcus, but everyone calls me Mark,” the other boy said meekly.
Josh burst into laughter, shaking his head. “Of course you are!” he said, amused by the perfect coincidence. As Mark looked confused, Josh shrugged and said, “Sorry, personal thing. But… erm… are you okay?”
Mark could see Josh looking at the screwed-up scrap of paper in his hand, which he quickly shoved into his pocket as he said, “Oh, yeah, yeah… I’m fine. I just… wanted to say sorry… for what Greg said to you yesterday!”
Josh scowled. “Why are YOU apologising for HIM?” he demanded. “I heard the way he was talking to you! You don’t have to put up with that, you know!”
Mark seemed to shrink into himself a little. “I… it’s…” he sighed and shook his head. “It’s… complicated!”
“No, it’s fucking not,” Josh said, clearly getting annoyed. “He’s a cunt, he’s a homophobe, he’s a bully and every second you put up with him is just plain wrong! You need to…”
“He’s my boyfriend!” Mark blurted out.
Josh stared, open-mouthed, silence lingering for several seconds before he finally said, “Are you fucking serious?”
Mark nodded. “And… and… he’s… he’s not really like that. He just… has to ACT like that so… so nobody knows!” he explained. “You can’t tell anyone. Shit. I shouldn’t have even told you. He’ll kill me if he finds out. Please, please, you can’t tell anyone!”
Josh was completely at a loss for what to say. For anyone to talk to another human being the way Gregory had talked to Mark was utterly incomprehensible to Josh, but for him to talk to his own boyfriend like that, it was unthinkable. He approached Mark and looked him up and down. “Does he hurt you?” he asked, almost shaking.
Mark stared back, taking just a moment too long to shake his head. “He’s not a bad guy, I swear, he’s just… under a lot of pressure!”
“Let me help you!” Josh pleaded.
“I don’t need help!” Mark insisted.
Josh could have cried. It was exactly the thing he used to tell himself sometimes when things got especially bad with his brothers. “Fine,” Josh conceded, knowing that pushing it now would achieve nothing. “But what I wrote on that note… I still mean it. When you need help, just call, okay!”
“I don’t…” Mark went to object, but paused as Josh grabbed his hand, staring him dead in the eye. He remained silent and just nodded solemnly before watching Josh leave.
*****
“Well well well, looky what we have here. One of the Kingswood faggots!” Kyle flinched at his own words then quickly asked, “Do I really have to call you that?”
“Stop breaking character!” Adrian scowled as he stood beside Kyle.
“I just… don’t LIKE this character!” Kyle complained.
“You’ve barely given it a go,” Danny said, frowning a little. Since his return to school, he had spent time with the other two boys, but they were yet to return to their old activity of sexual roleplaying. Danny’s ‘performance’ issues had been one of the main things holding him back and while he still had a long way to go on returning to full functionality, he was learning that there were other ways to have fun. The other hindrance had been Danny’s own stamina and resilience. Getting worn out easily and ending up in pain from minimal exertion did not exactly lend it well to sexual fantasy.
He had not intended to resume the roleplaying so soon but having encountered clearly-closeted King Edwards boys the day before, the idea had just come to him and the moment he mentioned it to the other two, they were all over it. Danny was especially keen to do something fun after his confusing and upsetting encounter with Mikey earlier.
“Fine,” Kyle huffed. “I’ll do it, but… don’t expect my best work!” He cleared his throat, getting back in character. “What are YOU doing in here, you little… faggot!”
“I… erm… I just… took a wrong turn, I think!” Danny said innocently.
“Or maybe you made the right turn,” Adrian said, smiling wickedly. “We were hoping to get one of you little homos to play with!”
“P… play? Play what?” Danny asked, gulping dramatically.
“Pin the tail on the donkey!” Kyle sniggered.
“Here’s the tail,” Adrian said, grabbing his bulge.
“And you’re the donkey!” Kyle added with a smirk.
“No, please don’t. I’ve… I’ve never been with anyone… in THAT way,” Danny pretended. “I was saving myself for marriage!”
Kyle smirked at the comment and received a sharp elbow in the ribs from Adrian. “Oof,” he grunted, then quickly went on, “Shut up, fag. Takin’ dicks is all you’re good for, so drop those panties and bend over!”
“No!” Danny protested. “And YOU can’t make me!”
“You’re not at Kingswood now, little boy!” Adrian said, eyes flashing mischievously. “At King Edwards… no-one can hear you scream!” He reached out and grabbed the neckline of Danny’s t-shirt, pulling hard until he heard a loud RIP!
“Hey, I liked that t-shirt!” Danny said with an angry scowl, dropping out of character.
“Good good good,” Adrian said with an eager nod. “Real emotion. Remember what Ruby says. Channel it into your character!”
“Yeah, well my character’s gonna punch your character in the nuts for that,” Danny grumbled.
“Shut up, fag,” Adrian said, shoving Danny hard.
“Hey, easy,” Kyle objected, moving between them. “In character or not, he’s still fragile!”
“I’m WHAT?” Danny demanded furiously.
Kyle backed away, raising his hands defensively. “I didn’t mean… like… literally. I just… know you still have to…”
“To what?” Danny asked, folding his arms angrily. “To be treated like I’m gonna break?”
“I didn’t mean…” Kyle started, backing away a little more.
“Ugh,” Danny huffed, raising his hands to cover his face. Letting out a low growl, he dropped his hands away and smiled meekly at Kyle. “I’m sorry, I know you were just looking out for me.”
Kyle just nodded, eyes fixed on the ground.
Danny gave Adrian a guilty look then moved over to pull Kyle into a hug.
“I’m sorry,” Kyle whispered.
“No need to be,” Danny insisted. “That was… all me,” he said softly.
“Sorry ‘bout your t-shirt, mate,” Adrian said, moving closer to the other two.
“It’s okay, that was kinda hot. We definitely need to finish this storyline off some time!” Danny chuckled. “Maybe when I’m less…”
“Fragile?” Kyle offered with a cheeky grin.
“Twat,” Danny laughed. He held out his arms and the two boys held him in a happy hug. After a few moments, Adrian went to pull away, but Danny kept hold and mumbled, “No!”
Adrian chuckled and happily remained in place. “You okay?” he asked softly.
“Yeah, just… nice to have a break from… ya know, the usual craziness!” Danny said dreamily as he relaxed into the two bodies wrapped around him.
“Sex roleplaying with two guys is the least crazy part of his day!” Adrian said, sniggering to Kyle.
“Yeah, I definitely got the wrong dorm!” Kyle laughed.
“Shut up,” Danny sniggered, reaching down to gently smack the other boy’s balls.
Kyle flinched, though it hadn’t actually hurt, then smiled and said, “Hey, while you’re down there!”
“Well, if I must,” Danny said happily, sliding his hand down inside Kyle’s clothing to grasp his rapidly hardening dick.
“Hey, why does he get all of the fun?” Adrian complained.
“Ugh, fine,” Danny said in mock annoyance as he reached into Adrian’s underwear too.
“Want us to do you?” Kyle asked as he grasped tightly onto the other two boys.
“No, just hold me,” Danny said dreamily, his head resting between theirs.
There was no urgency to Danny’s stroking, so he happily just played with the two erections as they grew in his grasp, revelling in every little moan and sigh he heard from the heads either side of him. Adrian and Kyle both kept hold of him, letting their hands roam a little but mostly just hugging Danny as he wanked them.
“Can we cum on your face?” Adrian asked shyly.
“Yeah, we never got to join in with the rugby guys last night!” Kyle added.
“No, but I saw you joining in with each other,” Danny giggled. “Something you wanna tell me?”
“Yeah, you need to mind your own business!” Adrian chuckled. “Now can we cum on you or not?”
“You’ve come a long way from not wanting to just fool around,” Danny chuckled as he dropped to his knees. Back in Year 7, not long after they had become friends, Danny had suggested they play together, and Adrian had been less than keen on the idea.
“Yeah, well… things change and also, shut up!” Adrian said, thrusting his hips to slap Danny’s face with his dick.
Danny smirked but quickly took hold of the two dicks, now pulled free from their clothing. Pumping away quickly, it didn’t take long before Adrian let out a low groan and spurted up a few white streaks over Danny’s face. Kyle soon followed, nudging Danny’s hand away to finish himself.
With both boys spent and quickly putting their dicks away, Danny dropped down, sitting back on his feet as he raised his ripped t-shirt and wiped his face. “Wow, I must look like a total slut,” he sniggered, looking down at the semen-stained tatters.
“You’ve never looked better!” Kyle joked.
*****
Mr Cunningham piled onto the second of the Kingswood coaches, having seen off Mr Hargreaves and the first batch of students. Finishing up the final headcount one more time, he gave the driver the all-clear to get going on their (hopefully uneventful) journey back to Kingswood.
“Okay, okay, settle down everyone!” he called out. “I know we’ve got a lot to celebrate, but still, I’d like it if we could make it back to school without causing too many accidents. That means NO flashing the other drivers, Freddie,” he added, looking to one of the Year 9 rugby players.
“Boooo!” many of the boys chorused.
“Ah, boo yourselves!” Mr Cunningham said back with a dismissive headshake. “We should be back in about two and a half hours, so get comfortable and remember, we leave this coach spotless. That means take ALL rubbish with you when you leave.”
“Don’t worry, we wouldn’t leave the Year 9s on here,” one of the Year 10 boys shouted out, getting laughs and boos back. The Year 9 team were the only ones on the coach not to have won their match (aside from the disqualified Year 8s, who were counting their half-time lead as a win!)
Mr Cunningham shook his head and let out a sigh. It seemed any hope of a peaceful return journey was already long gone. He knew he was only about to make things worse as he called out, “Just one more bit of business to take care of.” The coach hushed, curious as to what he was talking about. “Mikey, Josh, please stand up!”
The two boys stood, feeling every eye on the coach settling on them. It wasn’t hard to figure out that this was related to the disqualification incident.
“Now that we’re away from King Edwards,” Mr Cunningham started, “Your Kingswood punishment is due.”
“Oooh!” the older boys chorused. The Year 8s remained silent in a show of solidarity with the boys, though a few shifted in their seats seemingly keen to see what would happen.
“Entering an opposing team’s locker room during a match is strictly prohibited and you both ignored this rule,” Mr Cunningham explained.
“But…” Josh started, but the teacher’s hand raised, prompting immediate silence.
“You will each receive one week of naked time and detention tomorrow night,” Mr Cunningham explained.
“Woo!” “Get it off!” “Naked time!” the back of the coach called out.
“Sounds like some of you wish to join them!” Mr Cunningham said bluntly, staring back. Getting stony silence in return, he said, “That’s what I thought. Anyway, for the additional act of fighting with another student, Mikey, you will receive an additional week as well as ten hours on laundry duty! So, both of you, clothes off and the rest of you, let’s keep things calm and enjoy the ride home!”
Josh and Mikey both slumped back down into their seats.
“You know when I made a whole thing about not wanting any special treatment and saying they shouldn’t be scared to punish me like everyone else,” Josh grumbled to Rob, pulling his t-shirt over his head. “What was I thinking!” he finished with a sigh.
Mikey quickly finished stripping, angrily thrusting his clothes into his bag just as Danny knelt up and looked over at him from the seat in front. The two hadn’t spoken since Mikey had stormed off after their conversation that afternoon. “You okay?” Danny asked quietly.
Mikey scowled at the other boy, then quietly said, “Piss off!” before turning to stare out the window with his chin propped up on one arm.
*****
Chris had spent most of the day aimlessly wandering the school grounds, replaying the events from the gym that morning over and over in his head. He had jerked off his older brother. He had kept telling himself repeatedly how wrong it was, admonishing himself for how much it had obviously upset Blane.
Annoyingly, the more he thought about it, the more his unsated arousal kicked in and much of the day was spent rearranging himself to stop his wet-tipped erection from rubbing against his shorts as he walked. Being alone, and avoiding people in general, there was no risk of his bulge being seen, it was simply a case of wanting to avoid the extra stimulation.
While a part of his mind, admittedly a very vocal, loud part, kept telling him how much fun it was, he kept coming back to the wrongness of it all and how much it had upset his brother. The more he let the rational side of his mind wander down that particular path, the more he found himself feeling angry. Angry that he had done it, angry that he had enjoyed it, angry that he had gone to the gym, knowing it was already on his mind but most of all, angry at his own dick for throbbing every time he replayed the moment. Feeling Blane sitting atop him, the first tentative touch of his bulge, the firm, warmness of his dick, the pleasured moans, the impressive explosion of spunk.
Chris’ cock was begging for release. Finally, something clicked. He had only played around with Blane because he was so horny and frustrated. He was horny and frustrated because he had been teased and denied by Nicky. That meant… what had happened with Blane… was Nicky’s fault! The realisation was almost refreshing. All of the anger he had built up in himself suddenly shot out of him, targeted straight at Nicky.
It had taken all of his willpower not to track his boyfriend down and just punch him in the face, but Chris had held back. Not that he ever actually would punch Nicky in the face, or anyone, Chris had never raised a hand to anyone, and he wasn’t about to start now, but still, the anger felt strong enough to make it happen. As much as he hoped the feeling would subside, as he wandered the school’s peace garden (somewhat ironically) he knew he had to head back to the dorm and deal with it.
Two flights of stairs and a decidedly stompy walk and he was at the door to the dorm. He flung it open and walked in to find Nicky sitting with James and David, playing a game.
“Hey, there you are!” Nicky said, looking quite relieved as he stood up. “With your history, you really need to get better at telling us where you are. I almost reported you missing… again!”
“Sorry,” Chris apologised, feeling guilty for worrying the other boy for just a moment before realising he was meant to be angry, not apologetic. “I mean… shut up!”
“Oh, okay,” Nicky said with a slightly confused shrug before shooting the other two boys a slight smirk. “Anyway, you’re behind on your viewing. Get in the chair and I’ll get the headset ready!”
“No!” Chris snapped.
“Ooh, someone’s feeling feisty,” Nicky chuckled. “Feeling the frustration, are we?”
Chris felt every bit of his rage welling back up again. Nicky was… enjoying it! He WANTED Chris frustrated. He clearly didn’t care what it did to him, or what stupid choices it might lead him to, he was just entertainment for the other boy. “Piss off. I’m not feisty, I’m pissed!”
“Why… are you…” Nicky started nervously, taking a step back. What had seemed like playfulness at first appeared to be genuine anger… and Nicky simply couldn’t handle it.
“I’m not going back in the chair,” Chris insisted. “And I’m… not waiting to cum anymore, just because YOU decided I should. It’s… it’s… always what YOU want, isn’t it! You boss me and Mikey about and we just HAVE to do what you say because that’s all we are to you, isn’t it! We’re… we’re… just… toys for you to play with! It’s all one way. You give the orders, and we have to obey and you never even think about how WE feel, do you?”
“I… I… Chris…” Nicky stuttered, totally shrinking into himself as he backed away a little.
“So fuck it,” Chris snapped. “I’m not waiting. I’ll cum when I want, not when YOU want! In fact… I’m, gonna do it right now!” He reached down and shoved his shorts and boxers down, kicking them aside aggressively. He grabbed his cock and started stroking. “I don’t care that you say I can’t. I say I CAN! And I’m gonna!”
“Chris, you… you can…” Nicky tried to speak, but he was now fully backed up into the corner, literally, almost cowering away.
James and David both sat, stunned by the sudden, explosive interaction. Even James’ mischievous side, the one that liked to stir up trouble and watch the aftermath was struggling to find any enjoyment in this.
“Ah, ah yeah. That’s so good. Jerking off because I want to, not because YOU ordered it. Just how it should be. No more… stupid choices!” Chris growled, mentally admonishing himself for the whole Blane incident. Despite the two days of torturous arousal, the countless hours with an untouched erection, the balls straining beneath his rigid dick, there was little enjoyment in Chris’ angry wank. That didn’t stop him rapidly speeding towards his climax though. With a grunt of relief and excitement all in one, he spurted out a massive load, the whole room watching as he shot squirt after squirt of cum.
Standing with his softening cock in hand and panting heavily, Chris felt a wave of absolute shame wash over him as he saw the terrified look on Nicky’s face. “I… I’m sorry…” he said weakly, moving towards the sofas.
Nicky moved too but seemed to be waiting for Chris to make another move. As the half-naked boy moved one way around the sofas, Nicky shot the opposite way and sprinted out of the dorm. As he got into the hallway and slammed the door behind him, he had tears streaking down his cheeks. He continued to run, but as he heard nobody following, he slowed back to a walk just as he reached the turning to the first floor’s main hallway.
“Oh donkey-pussy!” Froggy taunted as he saw Nicky appear.
“Shut up!” Angel growled, shoving the other boy hard. “Nicky, I…” he started.
“I’m not in the mood!” Nicky snapped at the two younger boys, barging past them as he ran to the stairs.
*****
Hearing the commotion of the first coachload of returning students had prompted somewhat of a welcoming party for the second coach which pulled up less than ten minutes later. The Year 8 boys piled out of the vehicle but didn’t have much of a group waiting for them, with most of the Year group having been on the trip.
Nicky, David, James and Andy Walker from dorm 1.06 made up basically the entirety of the group greeting them. Chris had once again disappeared after his outburst in the dorm. While Danny was pleased to see the other boys, giving them a happy greeting, he was much more excited to see the other group a short way behind them. Blane was stood alongside Joseph and Brian.
“Hiiii!” he said excitedly as he approached them.
Brian went to grab the boy, but Joseph knocked him aside, wanting him first. It resulted in a quick struggle that allowed Blane to sweep in and pick the boy up in a happy hug.
“You okay?” Blane asked, still holding him as he felt Joseph and Brian both giving him an annoyed glare. “You didn’t over-exert yourself, did you? How’s the pain? Have you been doing your exercises?”
“Jesus, one question at a time!” Danny chuckled as he was lowered back to the ground. “Also… wait a sec!” He looked to the other two and pointed to Joseph who poked his tongue out at Brian as he leaned in to give a welcoming hug.
“So, I’m last. Charming!” Brian grumbled.
“Well, I didn’t wanna make them wait for hugs while I did this!” Danny said, grabbing the front of Brian’s t-shirt and pulling him into a passionate kiss. It lasted several seconds before Danny finally let go.
“Totally worth the wait,” Brian said giddily.
Danny giggled, then looked to Blane, rolled his eyes and said, “And I’m fine, stop worrying. I took it easy, I did my exercises. Pain’s a six at the moment but that’s more from the coach than from anything I’ve been doing! I’ll be fine after a night in my own bed.” Brian cleared his throat, prompting Danny to smirk and say, “Fine, Brian’s bed!”
“Ugh, you two are too cute!” Joseph smirked.
“Hey, how’s Ian?” Danny taunted, knowing his mentor had been eagerly texting the boy from Crestwood all week. The question made Joseph flush bright red instantly.
“Savage,” Brian smirked.
“Hey, where’s Chris?” Danny asked, looking to Blane who suddenly turned the same shade of red as Joseph.
“Oh, erm… no idea,” he answered honestly. “He’ll be around somewhere!”
“Woah, what happened there?” Brian asked as he saw the naked Mikey and Josh finally step off of the bus.
“OMG, it’s insane!” Danny said as he started heading towards the Home Building, the older boys carrying his bag for him.
“What… happened to you?” Nicky asked as he saw Mikey approaching, his flaccid dick flopping around as he walked.
“Oh my god, he kicked the shit out of someone who was being a dick!” Josh declared, almost proudly, seemingly unbothered by his own nudity.
“He… you… you what?” Nicky stuttered. He had barely managed to compose himself following Chris’ outburst earlier, so this was certainly not what he wanted to hear. Ever since Mikey had hit someone back at Easter break, Nicky had found himself nervous around the other boy, but had been slowly getting over it, convinced it was a one-off.
“I don’t wanna talk about it!” Mikey huffed. “I just wanna get back to the dorm and go to bed!” he insisted.
It was clear Mikey was upset and usually Nicky would have been first to comfort him, but he actually took a cautionary step back as Mikey passed.
As everyone else began to head back home, James and David just exchanged bemused glances.
“Yay, more drama,” James said dryly.
David sniggered at the comment. He didn’t like seeing his friends upset or in distress, but some days he did feel very much like James about it all. The two had absolutely perfected their own silent way of saying to each other, ‘Oh god, what now?’ Giving a slight shrug, David just took the other boy’s hand and said, “At least we’ll always be able to keep each other sane around this bunch!”
“Yeah,” James said, flinching slightly at ‘always’, painfully conscious of the fact it was only seventy-five days until he would be leaving the dorm.