Kingswood Interview Week - Part 4 - Nicky (Patreon)

Wednesday afternoon, 19 January 2022

“First one’s just gone in with Mr E,” Will said as he approached Nicky, slightly forcing his smile.

“Okay, thanks, I’ll head in to wait for them to finish,” Nicky said as he stood up.

Will chuckled a little as he looked up at the boy three years his junior.

Nicky grinned, noticing the same thing. “Ah, my little mentor!” he said, patting Will patronisingly on the head. As the tallest boy in Year 9, Nicky easily towered over Will, who stood as one of the shortest Year 12s.

“Yeah, don’t rub it in. I could still be due a growth spurt!” Will chuckled, shaking his head as he thought for a moment. “You ready for this?” he asked cautiously. “I know what you’re like around new people!”

“I’m getting better at it,” Nicky said, quietly proud of the progress he had been making with the plethora of issues he had uncovered since starting therapy.

“Yeah, I remember your interview day. You could barely even look at me at first!” Will nodded, smiling wistfully.

“That… changed pretty quickly,” Nicky said, unsure quite how he felt about it. While relationships between mentors and mentees were not forbidden, they were strongly discouraged, yet Nicky and Will had started seeing each other the moment Nicky started at Kingswood. Six months later it had ended… badly!

“You know I’ll never stop being sorry, don’t you? About lying to you and how it ended,” Will said sheepishly. It was his lies that had led to their eventual break-up.

Nicky shrugged. “You know I’m over that. I’ve never really been mad at you about that part of it. Well maybe a bit at first, but not for a long while!” he explained.

Will smiled briefly but it quickly dropped as he asked, “Wait… erm… so… is there another part you ARE mad at me about?” It was a dangerous question to ask. Their relationship had recovered substantially since the break-up, but the cracks were still there.

“I don’t think… now’s really the time,” Nicky said a little awkwardly.

“So there IS something? Will asked sadly. As Nicky pulled out his phone to check the time, Will insisted, “You’ve got loads of time before your first one gets out. Come on, let’s hear it. Get it off your chest so you’re not taking it into today’s stuff with you!”

“Oh NOW you’re suddenly a good mentor,” Nicky said, rolling his eyes a little.

Will just frowned at the comment and sat down, gesturing for Nicky to sit beside him.

“Okay, fine,” Nicky sighed. “Dr Arkwright’s always telling me I need to, like… share more or whatever anyway, but… just remember you asked for this, okay?

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Will assured the boy, not exactly revelling in the inevitable conversation, no matter how essential it felt.

“Well I… kinda blame you for…” Nicky started, pausing to sigh as he shook his head, “Well, for quite a lot, actually.”

“Go on,” Will urged him.

“Well… I started seeing Chris and then Mikey and… it was… amazing, but… kinda scary and new at the same time and then… I had the stuff with Angel and the year sevens,” Nicky explained, referring to the bullying issues he had experienced with the younger dorm, “And then things got really tough with Mikey and… and I realised I had all these issues and problems and… and I needed someone!”

Will just nodded thoughtfully.

“I needed someone who could… talk me through that all that stuff I was dealing with and… tell me when I was being stupid or making bad choices or… tell me I could deal with all my shit WITHOUT pushing away the people I loved,” Nicky continued, getting a little exasperated. He took a few breaths and looked round at Will as he said, “I needed a mentor, but all I had was an ex-boyfriend!”

Will stared back at him for several tense, silent moments then nodded slightly. “And you think if you’d had that, if you’d had an actual mentor, maybe… things would be different with you and Chris and Mikey?” Will asked, looking a little upset.

“Yeah,” Nicky replied with a gentle head bob before he winced a little and added, “That’s probably stupid, but…”

“It’s not!” Will interrupted. “I… get it. I actually think that too. I think… that I put what I wanted before what YOU needed and I will never NOT regret that!”

Nicky thought for a moment then reached across to place his hand on Will’s, smiling meekly at him.

“You deserved a better mentor,” Will admitted then forced a slight smile. “But hey, at least you get to go in there today knowing what NOT to do!”

Nicky chuckled and nodded. “True. Short of killing them, I’m hardly gonna do a worse job than you!”

Will forced a slight chuckle and said, “Low blow. True, but… low blow!” He let out a low sigh as he continued, “I do wish I’d done a better job!”

Nicky shrugged dismissively. “Can’t change what’s happened, but we CAN change what we do in the future. That’s what Doc Arkwright says, so, let’s just keep getting better together!” he said, smiling sweetly as he got a nod of agreement from Will.

*****

Shane

“Hi!” Shane said, happily jumping into the seat next to Nicky, the two having just been introduced. “That was REALLY scary. Mr Everett asked me all these questions and most of the time I just didn’t know what to say and I knew my mums wanted me to make a good impression and some of the time I knew the right things to say but others I was just totally clueless. I think I did okay but I’m really not sure, but I hope I did cos I wanna make my parents proud and they really want this for me. I don’t know if it’s what I want but if they want it and say it’ll be a good thing for me then I trust them even if it IS really scary!”

Nicky just stared at the boy, his initial fight or flight instinct from talking to someone new which had kicked in instantly now getting talked into submission. “Yeah,” he said with a nod, not really sure what else to say.

“So you go to Kingswood already then!” Shane stated animatedly. “Mr Everett said you’re in year nine but you’re REALLY tall so was he right? How tall were you at my age? I just turned eleven, were you as tall as I am now when you were eleven or were you always tall? I mean… ARE you tall or are you normal and everyone else is short?” He stood up. “Do you think I’m short? Imagine eleven-year-old you and see if you’d think I was short then.”

“Erm…” Nicky hummed, unsure how to take the mile-a-minute talking.

Shane quickly jumped back in. “Sorry, I’m talking a lot aren’t I. I get told I do that a lot and they even did some tests on me and stuff cos they thought I might have ACDC but it turns out I don’t and I just talk fast and have a lot to say. Well that’s not, like, what the doctor said, it’s more what my teachers say, and my mums too. They get SO mad when I don’t shut up but I get all these questions in my head and if I don’t ask them then they just, like, spin round and round and really bug me so it’s easier to just ask them to get them out of my head and let people get mad at me rather than going mad myself cos I haven’t asked them!”

“So two mums…” Nicky quickly interjected.

“Oh, you’re not gonna say mean stuff about it, are you?” Shane asked, pouting slightly as he interrupted. “Sometimes other kids say stuff about them and call them names and then they call me names and it’s really not nice cos it’s not my fault I’ve got two mums. I quite like having two mums and I think most people would too, so I don’t get why they get so mean about it. Maybe they’re just jealous cos they’ve only got one mum, who might be nice or not, but I’ve got two and they’re both REALLY nice except when I talk too much or if I misbehave then they BOTH get super scary!”

“No, I think two mums is cool!” Nicky quickly jumped in. If this were any other day, he would have happily sat and let the boy talk, maybe throwing in the occasional sarcastic comment, but today he had a job to do. “One of my friends at school has two dads!”

“Oh no, you’re not setting them up!” Shane said, shaking his head emphatically. “It’s not like I have a mum who’s my mum and a mum who just married my dad or something, there’s two of them because they’re lesbians, which means they’re a couple so they don’t need to meet your friend’s dads.”

“Yeah, I got that!” Nicky chuckled. “My friend’s dads are gay too so I wasn’t saying it to set them up. I was just saying it so you’d know it’s no big deal to us at Kingswood. Nobody’s gonna take the piss for having two mums! Gay is okay!”

“Really?” Shane asked, smiling delightedly. “Mama always says there are places like that but any time she does mum always says she’s never found one. Maybe that’s why they want me to go to Kingswood, if it’s somewhere that’s okay to not be like everyone else. Not that I’m saying I’m a lesbian or anything, well, not that boys really ARE lesbians. I guess we’re… he-lesbians?” he asked, cocking his head at Nicky curiously.

“We just say gay!” Nicky chuckled.

“We?” Shane asked, bouncing happily once again. “Are you gay then? Is that why you’re so tall?”

Nicky snorted with laughter and started, “Wait, how would that…”

“Maybe I should be gay and then I’ll get taller too!” Shane mused aloud.

Nicky shook his head, trying to speak again, “That’s really not…”

“No, that’s stupid!” Shane frowned at himself. “If that was how it worked, all the gays’d be tall. That was a stupid question, but mum always says there are no stupid questions, but then mama always says ‘no, but there ARE stupid people’ which is kinda funny I suppose. But it’s cool that you’re gay. My mums have lots of gay friends but I’ve never met anyone near my own age who’s gay so this is really cool. Mum says it’d be okay if I ended up straight, she said they’re very open-minded but then mama always laughs at that and I don’t really get it, but I guess whoever I end up being will be okay with them. I guess I’m pretty lucky really. Well except for not having any brothers or sisters. I always wanted one but it’s just me. Do you have any?”

Nicky always hated that question. Technically he could answer yes or no and still be telling the truth. A ‘no’ would feel disrespectful to his twin, who had died several years earlier, but was by far the easiest answer, while a ‘yes’ would usually lead to an explanation of the death, which was somewhat of a conversation killer. Thankfully, he had had a feeling he could avoid it entirely this time. He simply remained silent.

“Well I always wanted one,” Shane went on, not even prompting for an answer.

Nicky sat back and smiled. He hadn’t quite established if Shane was open to boy-on-boy action, but it was clear that he was open-minded enough that he would be able to fit in at Kingswood, so he let it slide. He just relaxed and continued nodding along as the boy continued chattering away.

*****

Cameron

Nicky was more than a little intrigued by the way things had started with his second candidate, Cameron. The moment Mr Everett had returned to interview the boy’s parents, he had looked to Nicky and requested, “Can we go somewhere else?” Nicky had happily complied, using it as an excuse to get Cameron along to the suite they were using.

Once they got inside, Cameron did what could only be described as ‘reconnaissance’, checking every inch of the lounge as well as its connecting bedroom and bathroom, ensuring they were, indeed, alone. Only once he was sure nobody else was around did he take a seat on the sofa with a mildly bemused Nicky.

“Everything okay?” Nicky asked curiously.

Cameron frowned, pursing his lips thoughtfully for a moment. “My brother told me everyone at Kingswood is gay!” the boy declared.

“Oh!” Nicky replied, a little surprised. He was immediately curious who the boy’s brother was and how he knew that, but he figured the boy would likely offer that up soon enough anyway.

“Well… gay isn’t the word he used. He actually said you’re all…” Cameron started, but paused and frowned again, “Actually I don’t wanna say it. It’s a horrible word!”

“I can probably guess,” Nicky said, more than a little offended by this mysterious brother.

“So is it true?” Cameron demanded.

Nicky shook his head and replied honestly, “No!” He was unsure of the younger boy’s intent at first, but the look of disappointment seemed to quickly rule out anything on then more sinister end of the scale. He smiled and went on, “A lot are, some are bi, there’s some who are trans. There are… others too, but I forget all the words for them. Oh, and a couple of straights, because nowhere’s perfect!”

Cameron chuckled at the final comment, nodding as he looked deep in thought. “So does that mean you’re gay?”  he eventually asked.

It was not a question Nicky was used to being asked. Obviously he had been in two relationships at Kingswood, one with a guy and one with two guys. He had also discussed sexuality in his dorm on more than one occasion, but to have someone ask him such a personal question so directly was a little disconcerting. Cameron seemed harmless enough though, as he sat as he sat staring back at him. “Yeah, I am!” Nicky said with a slight head bob.

“How d’you know?” Cameron asked, his head tilting curiously. “Or… I mean… how DID you know, or… find out or whatever?”

Nicky felt a tightness in his stomach. What could he say? ‘I figured it out young cos I started puberty when I was 8 and my first crush was on my own twin who’s dead now!’ That hardly seemed appropriate, and certainly wasn’t something he was ready to discuss with anyone, let alone an eleven-year-old stranger. He thought for a moment and said, “Well I guess I’ve always BEEN gay, but I didn’t KNOW until I found out what ‘gay’ actually was. As soon as I did, I was like… hey, that’s me!”

“Hmmm,” Cameron hummed, his gaze lowering down to his own fidgeting hands.

Nicky leaned across and gently stroked the boy’s arm as he asked, “I’m guessing you’re asking cos… you’re having those thoughts, right?” It was inordinately helpful that the boy had effectively outed himself, but right now Nicky didn’t really care what he was MEANT to be doing. Instead, he just wanted to talk to the nervous boy and make sure he was okay.

“There’s a…” Cameron started, then paused to huff, blushing a little. Seemingly steeling himself, he tried again and said, “There’s a boy in my class at school!”

“Oh, and you like him, do you?” Nicky grinned.

Cameron shrugged, averting his gaze again. “I don’t know,” he said shyly. “When I’m around him, I get this… feeling in my tummy. It’s like… really nice but kinda scary at the same time!”

“Mmm-huh,” Nicky hummed, nodding thoughtfully.

“And when we’re changing for PE, sometimes I look at him and…” Cameron paused again, then finally mumbled, “Things… happen!” When Nicky remained silent, the boy eventually looked up and asked, “Does that mean I’m gay?”

Nicky smiled at the wonderful innocence of the question. “I think it just means there’s a boy in your class who you like quite a lot,” he said with a slight shrug. “Don’t feel the need to rush in and slap a label on yourself. You’ve got a LOT of time to figure it all out. But remember… whether you’re gay or straight or anything else… it’s all okay.”

Cameron looked a little tearful at the comment, but he soon found himself pulled into a hug.

As the boy gripped tightly onto him, Nicky couldn’t help smiling. He had talked to, helped and even hugged a relative stranger. Two years ago that would have been outright impossible. ‘And I’m already a better mentor than Will!’ he thought to himself with a smirk.

*****

Jorge

It was the eyes. That was the first thing Nicky noticed when candidate number three followed the Headmaster out into the waiting area. Introduced as Jorge, the eleven-year-old stared over at Nicky with eyes of suck dark brown that they looked almost black, deep pools of intensity, yet strangely gentle at the same time. Sporting fashionably messy hair of jet black, soft brown skin and pearly white teeth just a tiny bit too big for the smile that contained them, the boy was very much on the road to becoming a devastatingly handsome young man.

“Hello Nicky, it’s nice to meet you,” Jorge said, holding out his hand, his accent heavy while the actual words seemed carefully planned.

Nicky actually felt a little disarmed, both by the boy’s natural charm and his own visceral reaction to it. He took the hand, the skin soft and warm while the grip was firm without hurting. “Nice to meet you too Jorge,” he replied, unsure what else to say.

“Your maestro seems very kind,” Jorge said, then immediately frowned and said, “No, ehh… sorry, sometimes I… do not know the correct word. My English is not yet perfect!”

“Seems pretty good to me!” Nicky said. Considering his own abject and ongoing failure at languages at school, to find out this boy three years his junior was bilingual was both impressive and belittling.

“Thank you. If I… use words… incorrectly please tell me so I can learn. I wish… to speak as well as I can when I move to my next school!” Jorge explained.

“Well, you’re doing great so far!” Nicky reassured him.

Jorge smiled. It was broad and sincere and seemed to light up the room. “I have… many… ehh… differences and I would like to… ehh… be free of this one!”

The meaning was certainly not lost in translation. Even if Nicky hadn’t understood the intent from the words, the sad expression on the boy’s face was almost heart-breaking. “Well you wouldn’t need to worry about that if you came to Kingswood. Differences are one thing we all have in common!”

“Yes, papa says he has looked into… many schools here and he says this one may be the… ehh… best one for me!” Jorge explained.

Nicky wasn’t quite sure what to make of that, but as he sat staring at the boy he suddenly realised he was still just standing there in front of him. He jumped to his feet and said, “Let’s get out of here. They’ll be in there for a while.”

“Okay, where do we go?” Jorge asked curiously as he cautiously followed Nicky, looking up at his prodigious height now he had seen him standing.

“Just somewhere a bit more comfortable,” Nicky explained, giving the boy a smile. He had to look away when Jorge smiled back. He couldn’t help thinking about Cameron. How had he put it? ‘Really nice but kinda scary at the same time!’ He wasn’t going to go there. He couldn’t, not after the way things had gone with Will. As they reached the door to the suite he let Jorge in and followed, closing the door behind them.

“Can I look at the TV?” Jorge asked, staring wide-eyed at Nicky for a moment.

“Sure,” Nicky smiled, gesturing to the sofa where they both took a seat.

As Jorge grabbed the remote he said, “I have not been in England for very long and your TV is very different from ours!”

Nicky chuckled and nodded. He was about to ask the boy another question when he heard someone grunt, “Yeah, suck it!” He looked round in horror as he realised the TV was still on one of the adult channels.

“Qué susto!” Jorge yelped as he saw the screen.

Nicky smirked and said, “I guess our TV really is different here!” Chuckling, he glanced at Jorge who was staring down at his hands, unable to look at the screen.

“Sorry,” Nicky said, reaching out to grab the remote and turn the TV off as the two men on-screen pleasured each other. “Are you okay? I’m guessing you haven’t seen stuff like that before!”

“I have. Much!” Jorge replied insistently. “I just… ehh… ehh…” he stuttered, sounding a little distressed. “I… do not have the words!”

Nicky felt increasingly bad, especially as he didn’t know the problem so couldn’t really address it, but then he noticed something… it was a thing he had picked up from years of his own behaviour as well as his time at Kingswood. The way Jorge was sitting, the way he had shifted after seeing the screen, the position he now maintained... he was hiding an erection! It suddenly clicked into place.

“Jorge,” Nicky said softly. Remembering how a gentle touch had put Cameron at ease earlier, he fought his natural urge to keep a safe distance and reached out to stroke the boy’s back instead. He got a gentle mew in return. “Before, you said you had many… differences…”

Jorge turned to stare at him nervously.

“Is one of those differences that you… like boys?” Nicky asked cautiously.

Jorge recoiled slightly, his breathing suddenly getting shallow as he looked nervous.

“It’s okay,” Nicky reassured him. “I told you differences are okay. I’m different too!”

“You are?” Jorge asked, looking thoroughly amazed.

Nicky nodded as he smiled. “Yeah, I am!”

“I… do not know any other boys like us,” Jorge said.

It was unclear whether the admission was intentional or not, but Nicky smiled again, continuing to stroke Jorge’s back.

Jorge grinned as he started, “Do you… ehh… I do not know the word, but…” He paused and made the universal gesture for wanking.

“Oh I most certainly do!” Nicky grinned. “And we have a LOT of words for it. I’ll teach you all of them if you come to Kingswood!” he giggled.

“Would you like to do it now together?” Jorge asked sweetly. “I have never done it with someone else near to my age and I would really like to!”

“Sure,” Nicky said with a smile. It was hard to say no to the boy… which Nicky already knew could spell trouble for him, but for now he was happy to just go along with it. He felt a sudden wave of nervousness. While his shyness with new people appeared to be gradually melting away, self-consciousness over his dick was still very much present.

As Nicky looked to the side, he saw Jorge had already unzipped his trousers and fished out his dick. It was surprisingly large for his age, certainly no monster, but much more than Nicky had been expecting. He even spotted a few stray pubes around the base. It was a good sign that, should the boy come to Kingswood, he would likely be spared the misery of chastity upon arrival.

Jorge stared at Nicky expectantly.

Nicky took a deep breath and undid his trousers. Just pulling his cock out through the zipper would not really work. His dick was known most prominently for its length, but it was proportionately thick and required some space, so he yanked the front of his trousers and underwear down to reveal it.

“Dios!” Jorge yelped as he stared at the colossal beast. “It is… large!” he gasped, unable to think of any other word. “Oh, you… do not have hair!”

Nicky was amused at how quickly the attention had moved away from his size. “No, I shave my body hair,” he explained. “It’s to reduce drag in the swimming pool!”

“You like to swim?” Jorge asked excitedly.

“I’m more of a diver, but swimming is fun too. Do you enjoy it?” Nicky asked, smiling sincerely, almost oblivious to their exposed cocks.

“I do. I enjoy being wet!” Jorge explained, then frowned and said, “I may be saying that wrong.”

Nicky chuckled and took hold of his cock, stroking it slowly and watching as Jorge did the same.

“May I move closer?” Jorge asked softly.

“Sure,” Nicky replied, shuffling along at the same time so their arms pressed together. “Here, how’s this?” he asked as he raised the arm to put it around the boy.

Jorge stared at him in surprise for a moment, but then nodded and leaned against him.

They sat masturbating together for a few minutes, the only noise their deep breathing and the quiet fapping.

“May I… touch it?” Jorge asked, trembling a little.

“Yeah,” Nicky replied. He let go and watched as Jorge wrapped his fingers around it. It was a surprisingly intense feeling as the boy started stroking him. In return, he reached down with the arm wrapped around the boy and started stroking his dick in return.

“That’s nice!” Jorge declared.

They continued playing with each other for a few minutes until Jorge let out a sweet, high-pitched whimper and a tiny dribble of spunk found its way onto Nicky’s fingers.

“I am sorry. I… should have… told you I was… finishing!” Jorge said apologetically as he stared down at the watery remnants of his load on Nicky’s hand.

“It’s okay. I’ve had much worse,” Nicky giggled. “Would you… like to see ME do that?” he asked, amazed that he actually seemed to WANT to show off for the boy.

“Yes please!” Jorge exclaimed eagerly.

Nicky pulled his arm back and made a show of using the boy’s cum to lube his own dick, hearing a gentle, shocked gasp as he did so. He stroked quickly and eagerly for a minute before he felt his orgasm build. Aiming his cock out ahead of him, it erupted with several massive spurts of semen, much to the younger boy’s obvious delight.

Panting heavily, Nicky grinned at the boy. He got a huge smile back.

*****

Elijah never really stood much of a chance with Nicky, not following Jorge. He had been a nice enough kid, probably straight, though Nicky hadn’t put a great deal of effort into checking. Waving him and his parents off politely, Nicky turned to the Headmaster and declared, “I know who I want!”

“That’s okay, you don’t tell me now. Take some time to really think about it,” Mr Everett insisted.

“I don’t need to, sir!” Nicky said confidently.

Mr Everett chuckled and looked to the side. He stepped to the nearby seats and nodded to the one beside him, sitting silently until Nicky sat down. “Nicky, you are…” he started, then paused, obviously thinking.

“Wow, take longer!” Nicky muttered sarcastically, then looked mortified as he remembered who he was talking to.

The Headmaster smirked at the comment. “You are a very clever young man,” he said with a confident head bob.

“My grades would disagree with that, sir,” Nicky said, slightly sheepishly.

Mr Everett let out a full-on belly laugh, rocking back in his seat slightly for a moment before he shook his head and replied, “I never said you were good at studying, I said you’re clever and they’re VERY different things. It’s been somewhat of a running theme with your classes since you’ve been at Kingswood. You excel at the things you actually like and… would it be fair to say, ‘put in minimal effort’ for the ones you don’t?”

“Yes sir,” Nicky said a little awkwardly as he blushed a little at the worryingly accurate observation, “I’m working on it!”

“That’s good to know, Nicky, and I would definitely encourage it,” the Headmaster continued, “But my point is that you have a level of self-awareness that most boys your age simply do not, even those at Kingswood. You know what you like and you know what you want and you focus on that, sometimes… a little single-mindedly. While that CAN be a wonderful thing, sometimes it can… lead to unintended consequences.”

Nicky nodded silently.

“Have you ever heard the saying, ‘look before you leap’?” Mr Everett asked. When he got another nod in return, he went on, “I may be overstepping the student/teacher relationship a little here, but I would caution you against falling into the same situation you experienced with your OWN mentor!” He stared knowingly at Nicky for several tense moments.

“Oh!” Nicky exclaimed, blushing. “You… know about that?” he asked, a little surprised.

Mr Everett nodded. “Don’t worry, I don’t know everything. I neither need nor want to, but I’m aware that a vital part of your time at Kingswood was… shall we say… hindered slightly, by…”

“Not looking before I leapt?” Nicky interjected.

“Indeed!” the Headmaster nodded with a wry smile.

“So… who are you saying I should pick, sir?” Nicky asked curiously.

“Oh, I’m not making that decision for you, and nobody else should either,” Mr Everett insisted. “I’m not even saying your first instinct is wrong. All I’m asking is that you leave here today WITHOUT your mind made up and take the time you’ve been given to really think about it. This decision will affect not only the remainder of YOUR time at Kingswood, but also the boy you choose and those who follow after him.”

“Oh, so no pressure then!” Nicky said sarcastically.

“No pressure,” the man said, shaking his head. “You just make sure that the decision you make, whatever it might be, is one you are completely happy with!”

“Yes sir,” Nicky nodded thoughtfully. “I will!”