The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 34 (Patreon)
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Friday 21 May 2021
Rob jumped up as he saw a couple of the others heading for the door. “Nuh-uh, not so fast!” he called out abruptly, stopping Chris and Nicky dead in their tracks, the door handle held in Chris’ grasp. “You’re not going anywhere just yet. Stand there!” he snapped, pointing to a nearby spot before looking down to the other end of the dorm as he called out, “And you lot, line up with them!”
“You’re not the boss of us!” James snapped, but the death stare he got from Rob prompted him to jump to his feet, though he tried to save face as he added, “I’m coming… but only because I’m choosing to!”
“Whatever you need to tell yourself,” Rob shrugged. “Just line up everyone. Now!” he barked.
Chris leaned in close to Nicky and muttered, “He’s hot when he’s bossy!” All got he got was an amused headshake in response.
“Right,” Rob said once all seven boys were lined up, pacing in front of them like a drill sergeant. “This is a BIG weekend, not just for those of you on the football team, but for the WHOLE school! After the shitshow of a virus fucked up last year, things are finally getting back to normal, and we’ve got a whole weekend of final matches and we want it to go PERFECTLY!”
“We…” Danny started but was paused by Rob immediately raising his hand for silence as he moved to the end of the line. He looked from Nicky to Chris and back again as he said, “That means NO break-ups or falling out!” He moved down the line, ignoring their expressions as others in the line sniggered. He looked to Mikey who was next and added, “That means NO punching the opposition!”
Mikey huffed, folded his arms and pouted, but remained silent.
Rob came to Danny next, exchanging a momentary glance, accompanied by a hint of a nod from the other boy, silently confirming he was okay with whatever was coming. “NO near death experiences!” Rob said sharply.
“Oof!” Chris grunted, sniggering as he looked down the line at Danny and grinned back.
Rob’s eyes narrowed as he moved to James. “It means NO insulting the visitors if they’re not as stupidly smart as you!”
“Stupidly… smart…” James said, raising his eyebrows, ready to question the paradoxical term but too scared to speak up.
Rob moved on and jabbed a finger into Josh’s chest as he said, “No suicide attempts!”
“Geez, you try it ONE time…” Josh smirked as the others chuckled, albeit slightly awkwardly.
“And…” Rob went on, reaching David at the end of the line. “Actually, you’re all good. Keep it up,” he said, getting a grin from the shorter boy. He looked back down the line and said, “Everyone be more like David!”
“I’ll fetch the chastity devices,” Mikey smirked.
“Oy,” David whined.
Rob turned and glared at Mikey. “Don’t… make me…” he hesitated, not finishing the threat.
“Okay, okay, whatevs,” Mikey said, raising his hands defensively.
“Mate, relax. We know how to behave!” Danny insisted.
“We just usually choose not to,” Chris added, getting a titter from the line-up.
Rob looked up and down the line, each of them silencing as his gaze settled on them. “I mean it guys; our dorm already has a… bit of a reputation…”
“Shocking!” “No way!” “I can’t imagine why!” “So dramatic!” the boys chorused back.
Rob rolled his eyes, letting out a low growl as he shook his head. “Fine, let’s go get dinner!” he sighed.
“Hold up,” Danny said quietly as Rob went to pass him. He waited, letting the others file out. “I just…” he paused, sighing. You remember back at the start of your year, your whole…” he paused again, shaking his head as he tried to think of a tactful way to put it.
“Crazy, stupid jealousy over you and Josh and everyone else?” Rob offered, looking mildly sheepish. “Ugh, I guess I deserve that. I just called you all on your stuff, I suppose I had that coming!”
“No,” Danny said, shaking his head. “I wasn’t gonna rip you one for it, I was just gonna say… I know it feels like a lifetime ago now and you’ve clearly moved way past it, but you remember the stuff I said to you at the time about needing you to help manage the others?” As Rob nodded, he went on, “Just had to say… I was right, I totally couldn’t handle this lot without you. You’re all kinds of awesome, mate. I’m really glad we’ve got you and I’m really glad you got past all that shit.”
“Yeah, me too,” Rob nodded. Danny was right. Just six months ago, Rob had felt completely alone and isolated from dorm, but now… he had never felt closer to all of them. “Thanks Danny,” he said, grabbing him in a quick hug.
Danny smiled as he pulled away, then frowned as he looked Rob up and down. “Hmm, I could swear you used to be shorter than me,” he said, seeing him now standing at roughly the same height.
Rob shrugged. “I guess my growth is more than just, like, emotional!” he giggled. “Come on,” he added, throwing his arm around Danny’s shoulder as he tried to walk even taller and emphasise the point. “Let’s go get dinner!”
*****
“It’s up!” David yelped, putting his tablet down onto the table and accidentally launching a fork-impaled chicken nugget onto Josh’s plate, splattering gravy messily.
As the others laughed at the accidentally awesome shot, Josh shrugged, grabbed the fork, and took a bite. “Thanks,” he said casually with his mouth half full. “But what’s up?”
“The line-up for the weekend’s matches!” David said excitedly. Considering how little he was into sport usually, the fact his friends were playing had got him eager to show his support. He held up his tablet to let everyone see the weekend’s line-up.
Saturday 22 May – Football Finals
08:30 – Fothergill Academy -vs- King Edward VI Evans Hill School for Boys (Year 10)
09:55 – Kingswood Academy -vs- King Edward VI Evans Hill School for Boys (Year 13)
11:55 – Charles Summers Memorial School -vs- Crestwood School for Boys (Year 9)
13:20 – Lunch
14:00 – Kingswood Academy -vs- King Edward VI Evans Hill School for Boys (Year 12)
16:00 – Fothergill Academy -vs- King Edward VI Evans Hill School for Boys (Year 11)
17:25 – Kingswood Academy -vs- King Edward VI Evans Hill School for Boys (Year 8)
19:00 – Dinner
20:00 – School party
Sunday 23 May – Rugby Finals
08:30 – Kingswood Academy -vs- Fothergill Academy (Year 11)
10:00 – Crestwood -vs- King Edward VI Evans Hill School for Boys (Year 8)
11:05 – Kingswood Academy -vs- Crestwood School for Boys (Year 9)
12:15 – Lunch
13:00 – Fothergill Academy -vs- King Edward VI Evans Hill School for Boys (Year 10)
14:05 – Kingswood Academy -vs- Moderna Academy (Year 12)
15:35 – Kingswood Academy -vs- King Edward VI Evans Hill School for Boys (Year 13)
17:30 – Dinner
19:00 – Visitors departure
“Oof, we’re last up,” Danny grimaced looking at the football fixtures.
“Is that… bad?” David asked curiously.
Danny shrugged. “Hard to say. I mean, at least it won’t be dark yet, so no floodlights and I guess we get all day to watch their other teams, maybe pick up some insight on their strategies! But it’s later in the day and that gives more time for nerves to build.”
“Plus, everyone’ll be all shagged out by then!” Mikey nodded. As he got a curious look from the group he shrugged and said, “Oh come on. These weekends are a fuck-fest. They make Kinkswood look tame!”
As the other giggled at Mikey’s observation, Rob was still looking down the list. “… eight, nine, ten…” he mumbled. “Jesus, King Edwards are in ten out of the twelve matches!”
“Hey, we’re not doing so bad ourselves,” David said as he looked down the list. “We’re in seven of them!”
“Shoulda been eight,” Rob sighed, the disappointment he had felt from having his own team eliminated slowly creeping back in. Before he could sink too deep into melancholy, he felt hands grab at his sides from behind, causing him to let out a high-pitched squeal that drew a lot of laughs from the area around him. As he turned, ready to rip into the culprit, his jaw opened as he stared with delight. “Jazz! Hiiiii!” he said happily, grabbing the Year 8 Fothergill captain in an excitable hug.
“Hey Rob,” Jazz giggled as he stood a little awkwardly, slightly nervous about the public display of affection. “Told you I’d be back!”
“But you guys didn’t make it to the final!” Rob exclaimed.
“Cheers for rubbing it in, mate,” Jazz frowned, shaking his head in bemusement.
“Oh, sorry, I just meant… I wasn’t sure you’d be able to come!” Rob explained.
Jazz leaned in close and whispered, “Oh I can definitely come, but that can be later!”
Rob giggled at the double-entendre.
“But we get a set number of tickets to come and spectate. Captains always get one!” Jazz explained.
“Everyone, you remember Jazz?” Rob excitedly re-introduced the boy. He gestured to the others sitting around him and said, “Jazz you remember… the bunch of idiots I live with!”
“Hi!” “Hey!” “Y’alright Jazz!” “Heh, I’m an idiot!” the boys called in response.
“Hey… erm… have you… already eaten?” Rob asked, cheeks flushed a little.
Jazz managed to downgrade his grin to a slightly more subtle smile as he said, “I have. Maybe if you’re finished, we can go and… talk strategy!”
“Yeah, erm… yeah… uh… yes!” Rob stuttered. He looked awkwardly to the others and said, “Excuse me, we’re gonna go talk rugby!”
As Rob ran off with the other boy, the rest of the group exchanged amused looks.
“Yeah, they’re not doing anything related to rugby, are they!” Chris smirked.
“No, but I bet it DOES involve balls,” Nicky replied with a chuckle.
“Pfft, nah, they’re just talking rugby,” Josh said, shaking his head, looking serious.
“Seriously?” Nicky asked incredulously as they all stared at Josh.
Josh’s straight face finally cracked into a smile as he shook his head and said, “Nah, course not, I bet they’re fucking already!”
*****
Saturday 22 May 2021
Brian and Danny sat together, sniggering quietly as they stared across the dorm. “I’ve never seen him like this!” Danny stated as he watched his mentor pacing nervously.
“Honestly… neither have I!” Brian agreed, shaking his head. “I mean… he was pretty nervous on your first day, but… nothing like this!”
“Aww, he was nervous about me?” Danny asked, cocking his head as he looked at the older boy affectionately.
“Every mentor gets nervous I reckon,” Brian admitted. “Not long til you find out for yourself I suppose!”
“That’s still a year away. You’re making me feel old!” Danny pouted.
“Oh yeah, you’re positively ancient. Remind me how long it is until you turn fourteen!” Brian teased.
“Shut up,” Danny said, smirking as he shook his head. He looked to Joseph again and said, “He’s gonna wear a hole in the floor!”
“I know. It’s so cute!” Brian chuckled.
“I can hear you, ya know!” Joseph snapped, scowling at the two boys.
“Quiet, I think he hears us…” Brian smirked, grabbing Danny.
“You’re such a dick,” Joseph scowled.
As Brian shrugged, accepting the comment, Danny shook his head at the two best friends and called out, “You really need to relax. It’s gonna be fine. We’re just… hanging out, that’s all!”
“He can’t help it. Being in love makes you do crazy things!” Brian teased.
Joseph scowled once again and snapped, “What, you mean like doing cheesy shit like fucking up the night sky model in the science lab to flirt with a boy!” As they both grinned at each other, remembering the gesture Brian had used to declare his love for Danny, Joseph rolled his eyes and huffed. “Fine, I guess that WAS kind of adorable, but still… piss off!”
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
“Yaargh!” Joseph yelped at the sudden knock at the door. “Oh god, oh god, oh god, they’re here… they’re here… what do I do?”
“I’m no expert but… opening the door might be a good first step!” Brian said, barely holding back a laugh as Danny buried his face into his chest, smirking.
Joseph looked ready to throttle his mate, his fist clenching in Brian’s general direction before he turned and went to the door. “Hi!” he said with a smile as he found Clover and Q-Ball standing there. The grin immediately dropped as he noted the absence of their other friend. “Oh… is… Ian not with you?” he asked, looking on the verge of tears.
“No, he had to…” Q-Ball started, but paused as he saw Joseph’s reaction. He looked to Clover and said, “I can’t do it. Look at that face! Come here!” He reached out to the side and pulled Ian into view.
“Sorry,” Ian pouted. “They insisted!” he said, gesturing to his two friends who were both sniggering.
“Oh, did they?” Joseph scowled at the two younger boys. “Well in that case…” he reached out and grabbed Ian’s arm, pulling him into the room then slammed the door in the faces of the other two, all while Danny and Brian were in absolute hysterics.
“Well, that was rude,” Clover snapped, re-opening the door, chuckling along with Q-Ball. “Danneeeeee!” he called out as he saw the other boy sitting with Brian. He sped across the room, closely followed by Clover.
They were met by Danny who stood up, almost getting knocked back down by the impact of the two boys grabbing him. “Hey guys,” he giggled, feeling both cheeks getting peppered with playful kisses.
“Hey, save some of that for me!” Brian said, standing up and holding his arms open. Clover and Q-Ball released Danny and wrapped their arms around Brian, giggling as each of them received a kiss to the forehead from above.
“So, what d’you guys wanna do?” Danny asked casually. “I was thinking maybe we’d just sit down here and chat for a bit!”
Q-Ball and Clover both looked at Danny incredulously as Brian released them from his grip.
Danny smirked, shaking his head. “Yeah, right! Can you even imagine! Let’s get nekkid!”
“Hold up!” Brian said, shaking his head. “Things are gonna be a little bit different this time!”
“Ugh, this is cos we left you tied up last time, isn’t it!” Clover frowned.
“Don’t blame us for that. It was all Ian’s idea!” Q-Ball added.
All four of them turned to look at Ian but sniggered as they saw him already wrapped around Joseph, the two making out on his bed.
“Just us four then!” Brian said, eyeing the three cute boys excitedly. “And FYI, leaving me tied up and making me watch… fucking brilliant. Loved every second! But this time I reckon it’s someone else’s turn!”
Danny let out a slight moan as his boyfriend’s gaze fell on him. “Am I gonna like this?” he asked meekly.
“Yes and no. Clothes off,” Brian instructed. “You guys too!” he added, looking to Q-Ball and Clover. He watched as the three boys undressed, all watching each other excitedly. By the time all three were naked, they were each sporting erections. “Okay lads. I’m all yours!” Brian said with a smile.
“Awesome!” “Cool!” “Hot!” they chorused back.
“Nuh-uh, not you Danny,” Brian smirked as he saw the boy begin to move. “You’re gonna stand right there… and you’re gonna watch!”
“What?” Danny exclaimed, frowning nervously.
“Yup,” Brian nodded. “These two can do whatever they want to me and you’re gonna watch the whole thing. And if you touch your dick… play with your balls, even tease a nipple… then you don’t get to be with ANYONE all weekend!”
“Ah mate, savage!” Q-Ball sniggered, shaking his head sympathetically at Danny before he shrugged and said, “But I guess that’s your problem. I got shit to do!”
Clover and Brian both laughed at the other boy’s frankness as Danny just let out a helpless whimper.
The two visiting boys quickly got to work on Brian, taking turns to make out with him while the other slowly removed his clothes. By the time Brian was naked, Danny was already panting desperately with unsated anticipation, his fists down at his side helplessly clenching.
“Aren’t you… gonna tie me up or something?” Danny asked, knowing it would frustrate him more, but eliminate the possibility of slipping up.
“Nuh-uh,” Brian said as he was pushed back to sit on the sofa. “Think of this as a test of your self-control!”
“If I just admit I don’t have any, can I join in?” Danny asked, watching the other two boys sitting either side of Brian, their hands exploring his body.
Brian snorted with laughter and shook his head. “Cute, but no. Now shut up and let me enjoy these two!”
“Yeah, shut up Danny,” Clover teased. “We’ll just be sitting here wanking off your boyfriend!”
“And sucking!” Q-Ball added with an emphatic nod. “Definitely lots of sucking!”
Suddenly the two Crestwood boys made eye contact and chorused, “Ooooooh! Fucking!”
“Fuck that’s hot,” Brian growled, putting an arm around each of the boys as he watched Danny’s cock throb.
Brian did feel momentarily mean, and to Q-Ball and Clover it likely did seem cruel, but Brian knew this was all doing Danny good. With his private parts still lacking its previous level of sensitivity, Danny had become much more reliant on mental stimulation than physical and by the time this was over, he would certainly be stimulated!
As Clover made out with the older boy, Q-Ball leaned down to lick on a nipple, his hands tracing round the shape of Brian’s muscles before slowly making their way down to his straining cock.
Danny was already trembling. He wanted to join in. He wanted to be the one kissing Clover, he wanted to be the ones kissing Brian’s chest. He wanted to feel Q-Ball’s hand on his cock. Having to just watch was torturous, and his hand wandered dangerously close to his own straining boner.
Glancing to the other end of the dorm, Danny smiled and let out a happy sigh as he saw Ian sit up, pull off his t-shirt then lean back down to continue making out with Joseph. While the action taking place on the sofa was hot, what was happening over on Joseph’s bed was… well it was hot too, but that was more than just a fun hook-up. Joseph and Ian had been texting constantly since their first meeting and Joseph’s feelings for the boy were painfully obvious.
It was nice for Danny to see. He loved Joseph and seeing him in love was wonderful to behold. He did feel a momentary twinge of jealousy. After all, that was Danny’s mentor that Ian was falling in love with. It passed quickly though. One of the few things he knew with absolute certainty was that his relationship with Joseph was one thing he would always have. Joseph’s love was easily big enough for both Danny and Ian.
“Ah fuck,” Brian moaned, tossing his head back as he drew Danny’s attention back. Q-Ball had leaned down, taking the teen’s dick into his mouth while Clover had taken over teasing his nipples.
As Danny let out another tortured moan, Brian raised his head and grinned at the frustrated boy. Giving the boy a wink, all he got back was an angry scowl, so he blew a kiss. Danny couldn’t help smiling back.
“You guys serious about fucking?” Brian asked, knowing the effect the question would have on Danny. He even noticed Ian’s head raise and glance over for just a moment.
“Hell yeah!” Clover immediately declared. “You a top?”
“Look who he’s with,” Q-Ball said, sitting up and releasing Brian’ dick as he pointed to Danny. “Of course he’s the top!”
“Hey!” Danny whined.
“Quiet you!” Brian chuckled. “But yeah, I top… but I bottom too!”
“You… do?” Danny asked, eyes wide.
“He definitely does!” Joseph called out.
“You stay out of this and play with your boyfriend!” Danny snapped, glancing round at them.
Ian and Joseph looked at each other, eyebrows raised. “Boyfriends?” Joseph asked curiously.
“Works for me!” Ian grinned before the two flopped back down, tongues back down each other’s throats.
“Ugh, god they’re so cute,” Danny growled, annoyed that even they were adding to his frustration.
“Do you guys get tested? How do things work at your school?” Brian asked curiously.
“I think we’re same as you guys!” Q-Ball nodded. “Safe sex when we’re at home, testing when we get back. We all got tested after Easter and only been with each other since, but if you wanna use protection…”
“Nah, if you’re tested, we’re all good,” Brian nodded. “So, who’s doing who?”
“You’re fucking me,” Q-Ball demanded unashamedly. “And Clover’s fucking you. His dick is perfection!”
Brian smirked as he gently cupped the back of Q-Ball’s head and pulled him into a kiss. “I like a guy who knows what he wants,” he said as they parted.
“Hey Danny, grab us some lube if you’re not busy,” Clover said, holding back a laugh at the furious glare he got in return. Moments later, he received a packet of lube to the face.
As the three boys started getting in position to begin their three-way fuck, Danny cocked his head a little, eavesdropping on the bed behind him as he heard Ian ask if they had to fuck yet and Joseph replying with a truly adorable, “No, I want our first time to be… special!” It reminded him so much of himself and Brian and despite his annoyance at the whole situation, he couldn’t help smiling serenely at his boyfriend.
Q-Ball was bent over the arm of the sofa as Brian manoeuvred in behind him, cautious about fucking the young boy and hurting him, though he showed no real sign of any discomfort. Q-Ball glanced back and said, “Fuck, Clo, he may be better than you!”
Before the other boy could respond, Brian shook his head and said, “That’s not how we do things here. It’s not a competition, I’m not better, just… different!”
“Ugh, this place is too sweet,” Clover said, shaking his head as he casually fingered the older boy to lube him. “No wonder everyone’s after that open spot!”
“Open spot?” Danny asked curiously.
“Shhh, less talky, more fucky!” Brian sniggered.
“Your wish is my command,” Clover smirked as he thrust his full length into Brian in a single motion.
Brian let out a high-pitched yelp as Clover entered him and almost launched Q-Ball off the sofa as he bucked forward. He glanced back at Clover who was just sniggering as he quickly said, “Nuh-uh, less talky more fucky!”
Brian just growled, repeating the noise again as he heard sniggering from Danny.
Brian soon found he didn’t actually need to do a great deal. Clover’s vigorous entry was a sign of the style that was to follow, thrusting hard over and over. Each time he slammed against Brian’s butt, it nudged him forward hard enough to push into Q-Ball, the elder boy happily bouncing between the two younger naked bodies as all three groaned with delight.
Danny’s fists were clenched so tightly his nails were digging into his palms. Brian had made no secret of his fetish for seeing Danny with other guys. It was something Danny had never really understood… until now! The pleasure spread across Brian’s face, the movement and flex of every muscle in his body, the large cock sliding in and out of the other boy bringing them both to such ecstasy… the whole image was intensely arousing. Danny’s cock throbbed, little globs of pre-cum twitching their way out as he struggled to resist grasping it. “Oh my goddddd,” he groaned shakily.
Venturing another look back, he found Joseph and Ian had sat up now, sitting side-by-side. They were both shirtless and their cocks were firmly in each other’s grasp. It looked like they may have been watching the show until the urge to make out overtook them once again as they sat kissing while casually wanking. It may not have been as intense as the fucking happening on the sofa, but it was every bit as erotic and only served to heighten Danny’s utter misery.
Brian leaned forward, wrapping his arms fully around Q-Ball as he buried his face into the boy’s neck. He gave it a few quick nibbles before he whispered, “Where d’you want me to cum?”
“In me,” Q-Ball gasped back. “Clover never does it!”
Brian chuckled at the comment. This was the third time he had met the boys. The first time, they had been little more than friends. The second time, Ian had referred to Q-Ball and Clover as ‘virtually a couple’. Now, just a month later and the two couldn’t have sounded more comfortable in their coupley-ness. The smile didn’t last long, quickly replaced by a shuddery groan as he felt the orgasm bubbling up inside him.
“Oh ffffffuck!” Brian gasped as his arms tightened around the boy and his cock pulsated inside him, spurting out a hot, heavy load. He was still panting into Q-Ball’s ear when he felt Clover pull out just as abruptly as he had entered and, moments later, long streaks of spunk shooting across his back. “Oh I see… that’s what he likes then!” Brian chuckled, kissing Q-Ball’s neck playfully.
Danny stood watching, almost on the verge of cumming himself as he saw Clover’s hefty tool rest against the cleft of Brian’s butt, a few dribbles of cum slithering down into the crack.
Brian finally looked round at him and grinned. “Fuck. I can’t believe you managed it!” he said, half impressed and fully proud.
“Brian, if you don’t let me cum soon, we’re breaking up!” Danny growled, getting a laugh from all around the room.
As the three fuckers disengaged, Brian leaned in close to Clover and whispered something, to which the boy replied, “Oh yeah, it’ll be huge!” Brian grinned at the answer as he beckoned Danny over. “Sit down,” he said as they all cleared space. “But no touching, remember!”
“Fuck off,” Danny pouted, though he still obeyed.
“And you, come here,” Brian said, moving Q-Ball to stand right in front of Danny. He knelt down behind them, then grabbed Danny’s legs and pulled them so he slid down in the seat, almost laying on it as he looked up at the equally confused Q-Ball. As Brian lifted Danny’s legs, he parted them too, exposing the boy’s hole.
“What are you…” Danny started but was immediately shushed.
Brian held out a couple of fingers on one hand toward Clover and said, “Stick some lube on there, could ya?”
“Happy to help!” Clover giggled, his hefty cock flopping around as he grabbed the lube and squeezed some onto Brian’s fingers.
Watching curiously, Danny saw an arm reach around and grab Q-Ball’s cock, every bit as hard as Danny’s, his girthy balls dangling beneath, jiggling a little as Brian began to masturbate the boy. Moments later, Danny felt the lubricated fingers against his hole as let out a shuddery whimper.
“You don’t come until he does!” Brian said, peering round Q-Ball to look at Danny.
“Not really… my call…” Danny replied cheekily, gasping at the sudden anal intrusion.
“Don’t! Cum!” Brian insisted firmly. Clover moved to his side, towering over the kneeling teen. He briefly wondered if the boy might be after a little more action, his cock still semi-hard until he looked up to see him kissing Q-Ball.
Danny let out another moan at the sight of the naked boys kissing, feeling Brian’s fingers gently teasing at his prostate. “Bri… I’m… I’m getting… really… close,” Danny gasped, his cock having not been touched even once.
“Not yet!” Brian whispered, stroking Danny’s leg.
Engrossed in his boyfriend’s mouth, Q-Ball wasn’t even able to warn Brian, though the sight of his clenching buttocks was an indicator of what was coming. The cock in Brian’s hand erupted, several rapid-fire spurts of cum shooting out and showering down over Danny. It just kept going, the load as hefty as Clover had promised it would be.
“Shit shit shit fuck fuck… aaah!” Danny squealed as he felt the warm goo raining over him. It went everywhere and was the final push needed, along with a slight flick of Brian’s finger inside him to make his own cock spasm wildly and add his own spunk to the pools covering his body. He panted and grunted his way through a toe-curling orgasm before letting out a slight grunt as Brian’s fingers pulled free.
“Fancy two more?” Joseph called out, hurrying across the dorm with Ian at his side, both boys stroking their cocks as they moved around the sofa.
“Fuck yes!” Brian called out happily, watching as Joseph and Ian both stood behind the sofa and leaned over, stroking themselves to completion and adding two more streams of spunk to the already-drenched Danny. “Oh my god!” Brian giggled as he flopped onto the sofa beside Danny.
With the couple in front of him still making out, Joseph and Ian behind him happily holding each other and Brian nestling up to his side, Danny lay catching his breath for a few moments, the cum cooling. “Fuck, I love this place!” he panted.
Several minutes later, they had got Danny cleaned up, though most of the spunk had been fed to him rather than being wiped away. Some clothes had been pulled back on, but none of the boys seemed particularly shy about being seen, and even less-so about physical contact as they all piled together on the two sofas, unbothered by ‘couples’ and all just happily resting against each other in their post-orgasmic bliss.
“Ugh, that sucks,” Ian grumbled, looking at his phone. As the others looked at him curiously, he reported, “The year ten King Edwards team beath Fothergill!”
“I hate those guys,” Danny growled.
“That means our year thirteen team’s up next,” Brian nodded. “We need to go cheer them on!”
*****
“Okay David, give us the rundown,” Danny requested with a smile as they sat preparing to watch the Year 13 match.
Ian shot Danny a curious look.
“Oh, he’s like a walking computer with this stuff. It’s freaky cool!” Danny said a little proudly.
“Well, the King Edwards team won all three matches in round one, then again in round two, while the Kingswood team won two and tied one in round one then won two and lost one in round two, so on overall performance King Edwards have got the edge,” David explained. “But interestingly, the Kingswood team have scored more goals overall and the King Edwards goalie’s not really the best, because he’s so used to the ball just never coming to their end of the pitch, so if our guys can get some good shots in, they stand a pretty good chance!”
“Wow, you must really like football,” Clover chuckled at the analysis.
“No, can’t stand it,” David said casually. “But that stuff’s all just maths, and I love maths!” The comment got laughs from all around, though David wasn’t quite sure why.
As Danny looked round for any other familiar faces, he paused as he saw Rob sitting on the row behind. He was shuffled as far back as he could with Jazz, from Fothergill Academy, sitting between his legs, Rob’s arms wrapped around him. “And what’s all this?” he asked with a grin, pointing to the position they were sitting in. “Something we need to be telling Luke about?”
Before Rob could answer, Luke shuffled along, heading for his seat beside his boyfriend. He leaned down to kiss Rob then looked to Danny and said, “If you mean to tell me about Rob and Jazz…” he leaned over and kissed the visiting boy just as passionately, getting a chorus of oohs from the boys around them. He pulled away and looked to Danny as he finished, “… it’s safe to say I already know!”
Danny chuckled as he looked at Luke, then Jazz and finally to Rob. He flashed him a quick smile before turning back to watch the pitch. Just as the match was about to begin, he felt Brian nudge his arm, then point along the row to Chris who looked decidedly pale. He pulled out his phone and typed out a quick message. [You ok?]
Chris pulled out his phone, looked at the message and glanced down the row towards Danny, nodding.
[You dont look ok] Danny sent.
[I’m fine!] Chris insisted.
[Liar!!!!] Danny replied.
[Okay I’m not, but you heard Rob last night. No drama!] Chris replied.
[He was mostly kidding. If ur not ok then we can talk!] Danny explained. Chris read the message and shook his head, so Danny sent, [Im going 2 w8 round behind the stands. Come talk!!!!] “Hey, back in a bit,” he said to Brian, giving him a quick peck on the cheek as he stood up and started making his way down the row. As he got round behind the stands, he waited a few moments, worried Chris might be insistent on not talking, but a few more seconds later he appeared.
“I’m okay!” Chris insisted before Danny could even speak.
Danny just shook his head and held out his arms. Chris happily ran into them, and the two boys stood hugging for a minute. Danny could hear Chris’ breathing. It was slightly shaky as he clearly tried to keep it together. “Chris, come on, talk to me,” he requested softly.
Chris remained silent for a few moments, then whimpered, “What if the next one’s not nearly!”
Danny frowned at the comment, then pulled back and looked at Chris inquisitively. “Yeah, you’re gonna need to talk me through that one, because…” he finished the sentence with a shrug instead of words, utterly lost.
Chris groaned, raising his hands to his face as he shook his head and said, “It’s so stupid and you’ll think I’m… well… stupid!”
“Chris…” Danny said softly, resisting the urge to playfully insult him.
“Okay, okay,” Chris nodded. “It’s… something I’ve been thinking about for a while and what Rob said last night just kinda… brought it all up, and with us all sitting there being all happy and cheerful…” he paused, looking at Danny, his eyes watery. “I’m just… waiting for the next THING!”
Danny shook his head, still not following.
“The next… disaster, or… or problem or… I dunno… the next THING!” he repeated. “Because every time we seem to be happy, or things are going well… something goes wrong!”
“Oh, right,” Danny nodded. He understood. It was a feeling he had had himself a few times.
“Yeah, because next time… the next THING… might not be a ‘nearly’!” Chris said, shaking his head, clearly getting increasingly agitated. As Danny continued to stare blankly, he explained, “So last year… what I did screwed things up with Kyle but as a result I NEARLY lost you too. And then we had Josh who NEARLY committed suicide. After that it was… it was mam, dad and Ash with Covid, and they NEARLY died. Then there was our accident and you NEARLY…” he couldn’t even say the word, just shaking his head instead. “And then I NEARLY lost Nicky and Mikey. And now… all I can keep thinking is what’s gonna go wrong next and what if I don’t NEARLY lose someone this time. What if it actually happens?” He began to cry gently.
Danny grabbed him into a hug again.
“I’m really scared, Danny!” Chris whimpered, sniffing back the tears.
“I get it,” Danny whispered as he held Chris. “Believe me, I really get it and I’m scared too, but… we’re all here!”
Chris pulled back enough to frown curiously at the other boy.
“Yeah, we’ve been through some shit…” Danny started. As he saw Chris’ eyebrows raise, he corrected himself, “Okay, a LOT of shit, but… we’re here, we’re okay, all of us! All that stuff happened, and we got through it! Sure, more bad stuff might happen. It’s got to, it can’t ALL be good, but whatever it is, we’ll get through that too… and probably have sex while doing it, knowing us lot!”
Chris laughed at the final comment, shaking his head. “Ugh, told you I was being stupid!” he sighed.
“Nuh-uh,” Danny said, shaking his head. “I told you I get it and I do. I totally have these thoughts too so… I dunno, I guess it kinda helps to know you are too. Makes me feel a bit… less scared!”
“Yeah, me too,” Chris nodded, smiling sweetly.
“Anyway, nothing else is going wrong,” Danny assured him. “I don’t plan on dying today, you’ve sorted things with Blane, things are good with Nicky and Mikey again…”
“Hmmm,” Chris hummed at the final comment.
“Things… aren’t good?” Danny asked nervously.
Chris’ head waggled a little as he thought how to reply, seemingly deliberating between a nod and a headshake. “Sort of,” he said with a slight pout. “We’re all… ya know… back together and stuff, but it was like… we had all these issues and suddenly we all just decided, like, hey, we’re sick of being mad at each other so let’s just stop. And I know that sounds great and all but…”
“You can’t un-ring the bell,” Danny said thoughtfully. As Chris looked at him curiously, he said, “Just a… saying my dad told me once. I guess it kinda means that once something is out there, you can move past it, but you can never, like, take it back, at least not fully.”
Chris thought for a moment and nodded. “Yeah, that sounds about right,” he said sadly.
Danny shrugged. “I wish I had the answers, bud, but I don’t,” Danny said, shaking his head. “But you know where I am if you need to vent…” he gave a quick wink and added, “…or anything else!”
“Ooh, I like ‘anything else’!” Chris grinned.
Danny laughed as he gave the other boy a final hug before they headed back to watch the match.
*****
The final whistle blew, and the visitors end of the stand erupted into cheers. King Edwards had won. Their second victory of the day, this time over the Kingswood Year 13 team. It was a real blow to the Kingswood morale as they sat there commiserating the loss. The Year 13s were the eldest and, as a result, some of the best players in the school. If even they had been unable to defeat the indomitable King Edwards team, it did not bode well for the Years 8 and 12 teams that would face them that afternoon.
As Josh sat listening to the chatter going on around him, his attention was not where it probably should have been. Danny was talking strategy with team captain Aaron while the rest of the team paid avid attention, but Josh’ gaze was drawn to the King Edwards crowd… or more specifically towards the Year 8 team.
While most of them were on their feet, making their way down to congratulate their peers, Gregory and Mark, (a.k.a. the captain and goalkeeper of the King Edwards team) remained sitting together. Josh had first encountered Mark back in February on their first visit to Kingswood and had immediately been alarmed at the bullying seemingly being inflicted upon him. Josh had offered help and Mark had not accepted.
Their second meeting came just three weeks ago, when Josh had visited King Edwards for a football match. He had once again witnessed what he worried was probably bullying. After attempting to make contact, accompanied by Mikey, things had not gone well. Gregory, the team captain, had caught Josh and Mikey and ended up saying the most horrifically cruel things. It had earned him a punch in the face from Mikey.
Despite the violence, or perhaps because of it, Mark had finally spoken to Josh and revealed that Greg wasn’t his bully… he was his boyfriend. The abuse, the homophobia, it was all a cover for Gregory to hide his own homosexuality. Josh had been horrified, but Mark had insisted he was okay.
That brought them to today. Staring across at them, Josh found himself utterly intrigued. He had seen Gregory being his usual, arseholey self to his teammates already, and especially shouty with Mark, but as they sat there alone, unseen by their celebrating classmates, they looked almost… happy… close… perhaps even caring.
Suddenly, as their teammates began to return, Gregory jumped to his feet and shoved Mark so hard he fell backwards off of his seat. Gregory and their other teammates stood laughing as he lay on the floor.
“He’s not even paying attention!” Josh suddenly heard, receiving a sharp jab to the ribs.
“What?” Josh asked, looking around, shaken from his observation.
“They’re talking plans for this afternoon,” Mikey said, gesturing to Aaron and Danny. “You need to listen to them, it’s important. I gotta go. Things to see, people to do!” He flashed a cheeky grin as he got up and headed off.
*****
Nicky let out a happy groan. It may have been a week since he reconciled with his two lovers, but since then things had been slow in building back up. Kissing had happened a lot, though he suspected that was largely because if their lips were busy with kisses, they couldn’t talk! There had been lots of sucking too, for similar reasons.
It wasn’t that Nicky just didn’t want to talk. He knew things weren’t quite right with Chris and Mikey, but he had already done so much talking that week with Mr Trent that he didn’t feel like he could take much more. What he needed was to get his dick inside someone… and it had finally happened.
“Ugh, I missed this,” Mikey moaned as he sat atop Nicky, impaled on his huge erection.
“It missed you too,” Nicky smirked.
Mikey smiled and shook his head. “I meant all of this,” he gestured to the whole of Nicky, as well as Chris who was laying at their side. “Not just your dick!”
Nicky smiled back, though it was slightly melancholy, especially as he glanced at Chris and saw an expression that perfectly reflected his own feelings.
“What?” Mikey asked pointedly.
Nicky thought for a moment. He was naked, with his two naked boyfriends, they were together, they were having fun and they were mid-fuck. He smiled and said, “Actually… nothing. I missed this too, now get bouncing!” He bucked his hips to lift Mikey a little, getting a giggle in return.
As Mikey came down from the bounce, the cock pushing a little deeper, he let out a moan and said, “Yes sir!” He looked to Chris and said, “Come here!”
Chris seemed to notice Nicky’s determination to push through and seemed happy to do the same. Smiling happily at the naked boy sitting atop the big boner, he knelt up and grabbed him in a passionate kiss. Both boys let out a synchronised moan as they felt Nicky’s hands on their cocks. After a few moments, he had to pull back a little. “Ugh, I can’t kiss you while you’re bouncing away on that. I’m getting motion sickness!” he giggled.
“Okay, be with you in a minute!” Mikey grinned, before looking to Nicky and adding, “Right?”
“Oh yeah, won’t be long,” Nick shuddered as he felt Mikey clench his buttocks as he lifted himself, then relaxed as he slid back down. “Ugh, god, I love your arse!” he growled. He blushed a little as the other two looked down at him. He released their erections from his dual grasp and stroked each of them on the arm instead as he said, “Not just your arse. I love all of you,” he directed to Mikey, “And you!” he said to Chris.
“Too fuckin’ right! I’m awesome!” Mikey smirked, then nodded to Chris and said, “He’s okay too I s’pose!”
“Twat,” Nicky chuckled, slamming his hips up to impale Mikey again. “Now make me cum!”
Mikey quickly got to work bouncing rapidly once again, this time just staring down at the boy, his arm around Chris, the two of them watching Nicky writhe with pleasure.
“Any… second… now!” Nicky gasped before reaching out to blindly grab at the two boys as his eyes closed, he bit his lip and he grunted his way through his release.
Chris let out a sigh as Nicky opened his eyes. “You really have the sexiest cum-face!” he said dreamily.
“Yeah, not like you,” Mikey said, elbowing him gently. “You look like you’re struggling to shit when you cum!”
“Ewww!” Nicky and Chris chorused, before Nicky broke off and added, “He’s not wrong though!”
Chris rolled his eyes as he shook his head, all three calming slowly into serene silence. As Chris flopped back down beside Nicky, he asked cautiously, “Guys… are we… okay?”
All three exchanged glances, the elephant in the room finally acknowledged. It was Mikey who eventually broke the silence as he shook his head and said, “No… but I reckon we will be!” Still sitting atop Nicky, he reached down and grabbed both of their hands. “And I… really want us to be!” he said softly.
“Me too,” Nicky nodded.
“Me three,” Chris said, smirking at the groan that particular response always got within the throuple.
*****
An almost unnatural silence lingered heavily, nobody on the pitch making a noise, every boy in the stands on the edge of their seats. The Year 12 final had been between Kingswood and King Edwards, the second match between the two schools that day. With the Year 13 team having lost, hopes were not high as the match began shortly after lunch, but by half-time, Kingswood had the lead. They lost it in the second half, dropping to a tie, though they managed to maintain the stalemate up until the final whistle.
With time limited, tournament rules stated that ties would result in a penalty shoot-out for the win rather than extra time. Now, with just one penalty left to take, it was tied at 3-all between the two teams. This could be the deciding kick. Score and Kingswood wins. Miss and it remained a tie, meaning another penalty each. All eyes were fixed on Ollie Hart as he prepared himself. He ran… he kicked… he watched… he scored!
The silence shattered in moments, the stands erupting into cheers, as much from the other visiting teams (except King Edwards) as from the Kingswood boys themselves.
“Fuck,” Aaron muttered as his team cheered around him, the Year 8 captain looking surprisingly unhappy at the result.
“You okay?” Danny asked cautiously. He had been at the other boy’s side for much of the day. Being off the pitch thanks to his injury had allowed Danny to observe and see things that Aaron may have missed.
Aaron shook his head. “That’s just more fucking pressure,” Aaron said quietly, confiding things in the other boy he did not necessarily want the whole team to hear. “I mean, losing to an unbeaten school is kind of understandable. We lose to them knowing they’re actually beatable and we’re gonna look shit!”
“Then let’s not lose!” Danny said with a slight shrug.
“Oh, good plan, why didn’t I think of that!” Aaron scowled. “Fuck, why did we get drawn last?”
“Hey, we’re nearly there,” Danny reassured him. “Only one more match to go!”
With the match over, some of the boys began leaving the stands. The next match was the Year 11 King Edwards team, though this time they were up against Fothergill. While the Kingswood boys were encouraged to stay and show their support, some took the lack of a Kingswood team as an opportunity to get a break. Josh was among them.
“Where you off to?” Rob asked as Josh stood up.
Josh smiled at his best friend who was still tightly clamped onto Jazz, both looking ready to cheer on Jazz’s Fothergill peers. “Just stretching my legs, then I’ll probably head in to get ready for our match!” Josh explained.
“Okay, well good luck if I don’t see you before it starts. We’ll be cheering like mad for ya!” Rob said happily.
Like the rest of his team, Josh was feeling the pressure and he hoped getting away from the pitch might relieve it a little. As he walked, he spotted his adopted brother Jensen and shot him a cheerful wave, getting the same in return. Grinning from the brief interaction, he was caught a little off-guard as he heard an unpleasantly familiar voice call out, “Oh look… it’s suicide boy!”
Josh turned to see Gregory, accompanied by Mark and a couple of their teammates.
“Greg…” Mark said softly.
“Shut your mouth, faggot!” Greg spat at his boyfriend, getting a round of sniggers from the other two.
Josh shot Mark a desperate look. They both knew Josh could shut Gregory down instantly. Josh could out him. Utterly humiliate him in front of his teammates. He wanted to, so very much. Everything about Gregory reminded Josh of his brothers… his biological brothers, not his adopted ones. He thought back to Jensen, convinced that if the older boy was there, he would be kicking the shit out of Gregory to defend his little ‘brother’. Josh had to fight his urge to lash out, simply because of the pleading expression on Mark’s face.
“Can’t handle the thought of facing us again?” Gregory taunted. “Heading for the roof, are ya?” He sniggered stupidly with the other two boys and when Josh didn’t reply, he added, “What’s up? Not got your little faggy boyfriend here to fight for you this time?”
‘HIT HIM HIT HIM HIT HIM HIT HIM!’ the thoughts screamed through Josh’s head, his fists clenching. “No!” he said firmly, more to himself than to Gregory. “I’m not falling for it. I reckon you’re just scared we’re gonna be better than you… again… so you want me to do something stupid and get us disqualified!”
“Pfft,” Gregory said, shaking his head. “No need for that!”
“You sound pretty confident for a team who were losing by a fucking mile last time we played!” Josh said. Lashing out verbally felt almost as good as throwing an actual punch.
Gregory chuckled. He looked to Mark and the other two then cocked his head. They took his silent instruction and backed off as he moved closer to Josh, the two of them alone now. “You’re gonna lose. I know, because you’re gonna make sure you do!” Gregory growled at the shorter boy.
“Why the fuck would I do that?” Josh demanded, shaking his head incredulously. As Gregory smiled, it sent a shiver down Josh’s spine.
“Because,” Gregory said, looking round to make sure nobody could overhear, “If you don’t… I’ll fucking destroy your little boyfriend’s entire fucking life!”
Josh took a step back. He knew Gregory meant Mikey, but he couldn’t imagine how Gregory could hurt him so badly. Yet he seemed so utterly confident in his threat. “You… y… you…” he stuttered.
Gregory sniggered again as he shook his head. “Y… y… y…” he mimicked. “You’re a fucking loser. Now just make sure the rest of your team is too! Don’t tell anyone else about this or I pull the trigger. Got it?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he turned and headed off to the others who remained nearby.
As Josh watched, he saw Mark stare back for just a moment before Gregory barked something at him and he followed, giving Josh one final remorseful look.
“Fuck!” Josh muttered, shaking his head. He suddenly gasped, not even realising how much he had been holding his breath through the exchange. Panting heavily, he forced his fists to unclench.
After taking a few minutes to compose himself, Josh continued his original plan of heading back to the Home Building as he contemplated what he had just been ordered to do. Realistically, he probably could make sure the team lost. As the team’s strategy had relied upon speed, knowing King Edwards had them pipped when it came to strength and skill, Josh was an integral part of their plan as one of the fastest boys on the team. A seemingly-accidental slip-up here, an occasional missed goal there, a bad pass every now and then… it would certainly be enough to make a difference and it would keep Mikey safe too.
Josh was no stranger to protecting his friends. After all, the near-suicide Gregory had just taunted him with had primarily happened to keep his dormmates safe. Thankfully, this wasn’t a life-or-death matter and wouldn’t come close to what Josh had dealt with before, but a threat was a threat and Josh NEEDED to protect Mikey.
Once again Josh found himself unexpectedly disturbed from his thoughts by a shout, though this time a much kinder one. “What up, little dude!” Nicky said, approaching from the other direction.
Nicky looked cheerful, more than he had for a while now. It was nice to see, but far from Josh’s top priority.
“Woah, what’s up?” Nicky asked as he got nearer, the worried expression on Josh’s face unmissable.
Josh opened his mouth to reply, but held back, shaking his head. Before Nicky could probe any further, Josh’s phone chimed and he pulled it out as he said, “One sec.” He saw it was a message from an unknown number. All it said was [Mikey’s side hustle]. “The fuck,” Josh muttered, looking at the phone.
“What is it?” Nicky asked. He leaned over to glance at the phone screen and his eyes widened. “Josh… who’s that from?” he asked, visibly shaken.
Josh shrugged. “I don’t know, I wonder if it’s about…” he started, but stopped himself. “Mikey has a side hustle?” he asked curiously.
“Josh, what’s going on?” Nicky demanded.
‘Don’t tell anyone else about this!’ That was what Gregory had ordered. Josh glanced up. He could see the exact spot up on the roof of the Home Building that Danny had talked him down from. He shook his head and muttered, “Not this time!” He looked to a very concerned Nicky and began to explain what had just happened.
By the time Josh was finished, Nicky had turned pale… more pale than usual, anyway! “Josh, I need you to do something for me, right away, exactly as I say. Was David still over at the Sports Complex?”
Josh nodded. He was scared by the reaction but felt a hint of relief at having shared the secret and Nicky’s apparent decisiveness.
“Okay, you need to run over there, right now, as fast as you can. You get David and you tell him, ‘Nicky says parachute!’ Make sure he understands. You got it?” Nicky instructed firmly.
“Erm, I don’t…” Josh mumbled.
“Josh, we don’t have time. Please, just trust me, okay! Just do as I asked, then… go to your match!” Nicky ordered. “If anything goes wrong, I’ll let you know, but do as I say and everything’s gonna be alright and you can just play your best, I promise!”
Josh nodded and turned, running as fast he could back to the Sports Complex. He made his way back up to where the others were sitting, cheering on the Fothergill team. Hurrying along the row, he pushed in beside David who gave him a confused look.
“David,” Josh whispered, leaning in close. “Nicky says parachute!” he repeated as instructed.
David frowned for just a moment before his eyes widened.
“Does that… make any sense to you?” Josh asked, trembling slightly.
“Yeah, yeah it does. Thanks,” David said seriously. “Gotta go!” he said as he stood and rushed off.
“Hey, that was quick,” Rob smirked, the sudden movement catching his eye. “You okay?” he asked with a worried frown.
“I don’t know!” Josh answered honestly. “But can I have a hug please?”
“Sure,” Rob said, letting go of Jazz to lean to the side and hug Josh.
*****
“No, please don’t tell anyone,” Danny pleaded, literally crawling. “If you tell everyone you found me wanking, I’ll die of embarrassment!”
“We know that’s not true,” Kyle muttered, smirking. He got a sharp punch to the arm from Adrian, so he rolled his eyes and said, “Well we won’t tell anyone… if you do exactly what we tell you to!”
“Oh, yes, anything!” Danny gushed. He was completely naked as he knelt before the other two boys, his cock rigid and just begging for release. It didn’t matter how much sex he may have had in a day, he always got turned on when roleplaying with Adrian and Kyle.
“You’re gonna suck our dicks!” Adrian snapped, grabbing at his crotch.
“But… but… I’m not gay!” Danny said, throwing a slight curveball at the other two and hoping it would pay off.
“Even better,” Kyle grinned, unfazed by the ad-lib. “Get your straight-boy lips round this!” he said as he pulled out his dick.
“No, no… I can’t. I’m straight!” Danny whimpered.
Adrian shrugged and said, “Oh well. Guess the whole school gets to find out you were wanking in the geography classroom then. They might find it funny that you get your rocks off to actual rocks!”
“Ha, good one!” Kyle chuckled.
“Thanks,” Adrian smiled.
“Okay, okay, I’ll do it,” Danny said, only just resisting laughing too. “But you can’t tell anyone you’re making me do this!” He reached out to take hold of Adrian’s erection nervously.
“Not… so fast!” Q-Ball suddenly called out, the door to the classroom flying open.
Kyle and Adrian both covered up immediately, looking terrified.
“Wow, forcing another student to suck your dicks. That’s some pretty serious shit!” Q-Ball said, shaking his head.
“And we’ve got it ALL on video!” Clover added, waving his phone.
“Wait, no… no it’s not…” Kyle started shakily, backing away.
“It’s not what it looks like!” Adrian finished.
Q-Ball and Clover shut the door and walked closer, looking the nervous boys up and down. Danny remained where he was on the floor, straight-faced.
“It looks like you’re forcing this poor, naked straight boy to suck your dicks!” Q-Ball said angrily.
“No, we’re…” Kyle started, but stopped when Adrian grabbed his wrist.
“Fine, maybe we were, but what’s a couple of gay boys like you gonna do about it?” Adrian demanded, scowling as he stepped closer to them.
“Adrian, what are you doing?” Kyle asked, worried the antagonism might actually push the other two boys to do something drastic. As Adrian looked back at him with a smile and a wink, nodding very slightly towards Q-Ball and Clover, Kyle finally caught on. “I mean… yeah… gay boys! Whatcha gonna do!”
“Gay boys?” Q-Ball asked, looking to Clover and smirking. “Is that what they called us?”
“The two guys trying to get this… pathetic little thing to suck their dicks,” Clover said, shaking his head at Danny.
“Heyyyy,” Danny whined quietly.
“Yeah, that’s not… gay,” Adrian insisted weakly. “He’d be the one sucking so that’d make HIM gay!”
“Whatever,” Q-Ball snapped. “I think it’s time you got a taste of your own medicine… by getting a taste of our dicks!”
“Ha, nice,” Kyle chuckled. As he got a glare from Adrian for breaking character again, he shrugged and said, “What? I like puns!”
“Well, it wasn’t really a pun,” Adrian frowned.
“Yeah, more just a play on words,” Clover added.
“That’s literally what a pun is!” Kyle said, shaking his head.
“Oh come on!” Danny suddenly snapped. “Is nobody ACTUALLY gonna suck a dick today?”
Silence lingered for a moment before they all burst into raucous laughter.
“Oh, screw you Danny. You know once we start laughing it’s impossible to get back in character!” Adrian scolded the kneeling boy.
“How did you know we were just playing?” Q-Ball asked now that the façade had dropped away completely. “Danny didn’t warn you, did he?”
“No, he kept his mouth shut for once!” Adrian sniggered.
“It’s open now,” Danny interjected. “Room for a cock if anyone’s offering!” he added flippantly.
“Kyle, shut him up, would ya,” Adrian requested before he looked back to Q-Ball and said, “Poor, naked straight boy! That’s what gave it away. Laid it on a BIT thick!”
“And no way anyone’s buying Danny as straight!” Kyle added, blushing a little as he pulled his cock out and Danny eagerly started sucking on it.
“Also, you think we wouldn’t recognise your fuck buddies, Danny?” Adrian asked with a grin.
“’Danny’s fuck buddies’ describes, like, half the school!” Kyle sniggered.
“Hey!” Danny moaned, releasing the other boy’s cock from his mouth. “I’m not that…” he paused, thinking for a moment before he shrugged and said, “Meh, I guess I get about a bit. You’re just jealous!”
“Yes! Yes, I am!” Kyle admitted openly. “Anyway, one Danny and four dicks… totally the name of his sex tape, ha, but yeah… that seems a bit unbalanced. Can I… help anyone out?”
As the others laughed at Kyle’s comment, Q-Ball and Clover nodded.
“Hey, we could always just get off together and make Danny stand back and watch…” Clover teased.
“No!” Danny snapped, having enjoyed their morning activity but not keen to repeat it.
“Fine, then… let’s make it Kingswood sucks Crestwood!” Q-Ball shrugged.
“That’s a lotta wood…” Clover smiled.
“Ha! Now that’s a pun!” Adrian laughed.
“Ugh,” Danny moaned, flopping his way towards Q-Ball and Clover. “Give… me… cock!” he pleaded with a whimper.
As the others laughed at him again, Adrian requested, “Could you… try going back into character?” He blushed a little at the request.
“The fuck you talking about? I’m not playing any character!” Q-Ball snapped, instantly in character. Now both you, on your knees with gay-boy here and get us off already!”
“Ha, gay-boy’s definitely more believable,” Kyle sniggered as he dropped to his knees beside Danny.
“Fuck!” Adrian declared as Clover pulled out his cock. “They grow ‘em big in Crestwood!”
“You should see his balls!” Danny replied, gesturing to Q-Ball.
The other boy seemed happy to comply, pushing his shorts and underwear down, though it was only Kyle who got to appreciate the hefty ball sac as Adrian and Danny got to work together on Clover.
“Hot,” Kyle smiled as he cupped the heavy scrotum with one hand, directing the flaccid cock above it into his mouth with the other.
The three Kingswood boys worked away at the two dicks, occasionally swapping places as instructed by Q-Ball and Clover, who did their best to remain in character. The aggressive personas faded slightly as they grew closer to release.
“Who wants it?” Clover asked as he felt the pressure growing.
“Danny!” Adrian and Kyle chorused, much to everyone else’s amusement.
“Nah, he had it this morning. You two can take a turn!” Clover said. He looked to Q-Ball and gestured to Kyle, then aimed his own cock at Adrian’s face pumping away until, he spurted a load over the boys’ cheek and forehead.
Seeing his friend cum pushed Q-Ball over the edge too, though he aimed his load into Kyle’s mouth. Danny just watched on happily, glad to see both sets of friends getting on so well. It was a much-needed tension reliever ahead of their imminent match.
*****
“Jesus, you look ready to throw up,” Mikey commented as he warmed up beside Josh. “Nervous about the match?” he asked, then looked across to where the King Edwards team were warming up. “Or just about dick-face over there?”
“Bit of both,” Josh answered honestly. So far, he had done everything Nicky had instructed. David had run off right after the cryptic message and he had not seen either of them since, so he had gone and got changed ready for the match.
“We’re so ready for this, and you can’t let that dickhead get in your head!” Mikey said encouragingly. He had been overly nice to Josh over the last week, ever since their fist fight in the woods. Aside from helping him clear his head and reconcile with Chris and Nicky, Mikey just felt guilty about hurting the other boy, though he had given out as much punishment as he had received. Both boys had been a little bruised and achy after what went down.
“Yeah,” Josh said mindlessly, his eyes fixed on Mark. That text message had to have been from him, which meant he had essentially betrayed his own boyfriend. While Josh appreciated it, he felt sorry for the other boy, knowing he probably felt completely trapped.
“Oh, finally!” Mikey declared, tapping Josh on the shoulder and pointing over to the stands.
As Josh looked round, he saw Nicky and David sitting down amongst the rest of the Year 8s. He shot Nicky a desperate look and in return got a smile and nod. He gave a cursory thumbs-up and got one in return. He let out a shuddery sigh of relief. He didn’t know what Nicky had done, but he trusted him. “Let’s do this!”! he growled excitedly.
The match was soon underway, and with Kingswood and King Edwards at one win each for the day in their rivalry, this felt very much like the decider, at least for the football boys. It had been a long day in the stands, but the energy and enthusiasm were just as high, if not even higher as the spectators cheered on the youngest teams.
It was about fifteen minutes into the first half when the first goal was scored, courtesy of team captain Aaron. The moment the ball passed between the posts, Gregory was glaring at Josh. Josh simply stared back, determined not to do anything unsportsmanlike and ruin their chances. Mere moments before the half-time whistles, King Edwards equalised the score.
Aaron had been worried that the team might have been disheartened as they took the half-time break, but the last-minute goal had just fired them up even more. The team emerged onto the field for the second half almost bouncing with excitement, riling the crowd up into an utter frenzy.
“I warned you,” Gregory growled at Josh as they headed back onto the field. He glanced at Mikey and said sharply, “I’ll destroy him!”
Josh smiled at the opposing captain, shook his head and said, “You’re pathetic!” He said nothing else as he walked away.
As the second half got underway, Josh seemed almost inhuman in his speed and stamina, running literal circles around some of the King Edwards players. While he was never likely to score, based on his position, he set up the other players on the team multiple times. It was eleven minutes in that Kingswood scored their second goal, re-taking the lead but the crowd’s excitement was short-lived when King Edwards equalised less than three minutes later.
With mere minutes left on the clock, it seemed almost certain the match was heading for another penalty shoot-out, until Josh got the ball and managed to deftly manoeuvre between a couple of opposing players and make a long run down the pitch, taking advantage of an unexpected opening. As he saw Gregory charging at him, he wanted nothing more than to keep going and score the winning goal against the self-hating bully, but he knew he would be intercepted too easily. He looked round, spotted another opening and took his shot.
This time it was Kyle on the receiving end. Taking a running leap, he headed the ball and watched as it soared over Mark’s head and into the King Edwards goal.
“He’s dead!” Gregory snarled at Josh as he saw what had happened.
Knowing all they had to do now was play out the clock, the Kingswood team drew back to play defensively, and it worked. The final whistle blew, and they had won, 3-2. The team could barely believe it. It wasn’t until half of the spectators had rushed the field in celebration that they really accepted what had just happened.
Once the teachers had restored order, the team was awarded the Year 8 cup and the celebrations continued. It wasn’t until the team had showered and dressed that Mr Trent appeared, looking for Mikey.
Nicky, seeing the teacher approach, whispered to his boyfriend, “Play it cool, act innocent, you don’t know anything! Got it?”
Mikey frowned but nodded.
“Mikey, could you come with me please!” Mr Trent said solemnly. “We need to talk!”