During the week Robert and I found a way to grab a moment alone when no one was around. When I say grab I mean it in both senses of the word. I put my hand down his pants and felt his hard cock and he did the same to me, if only for a few minutes before we pulled them out and pretended nothing happened.
As for sucking Robert off, we only were able to do that once during the week. Something that risky in a school where teachers, prefects and boys lived 24/7 was next to impossible. On Wednesday there was an 'old boys dinner', where alumni of the school came back to eat in the dining room and relive their experience. All of us boarders were expected to attend. As it was about fundraising, the grownups were in the majority (so us boys ate early so the adults could have the dining room) and Rob had the clever idea that we would serve the alumni food, which meant that as soon as dinner was done no one would notice us sneaking out.
We couldn't go far, because the alumni guests would want refills of wine while the speeches were taking place, but it bought us some time. We had an agreed signal and once desert was served, Robert nodded towards the door and I followed him discretely out. I followed him down the hall and into the locker-room and, it turned out, into the last stall in the washroom in the senior school locker-room (the one where I douched myself each Saturday for Brian).
Robert sat on the toilet and pushed his pants and underwear around his ankles, his hard cock sticking up, and I was on my knees in front of him without a word exchanged between us.
As before my mouth took his cock and my head bobbed up and down on his cock, taking a second at the top to run my tongue around his mushroom engorged cockhead.
Unlike before, Robert took hold of my head well before he was close to cumming and began to thrust his hips up. I had expected this, though not as quickly as it happened, so I did my usual of relaxing my throat and letting him take control.
I don't know if it was the cramped confines, maybe the lack of time or just that having sex in a bathroom stall was so primal, but before I knew what was happening Robert was standing and his hands were holding my head more tightly and he has ramming his cock down my throat.
It was unexpected so I started to gag, but this didn't deter him from his mission. He held my head in his hands and fucked my mouth and throat while I knelt in front of him on the cold washroom tiles, my feet now sticking out under the toilet stall as I had moved back to accommodate him standing over me.
It didn't take long, though longer than he had ever fucked my mouth, and he was cumming down my throat. I say down my throat because unlike the last two times he didn't keep moving back and forth so I could taste occasionally his cum on my tongue. He held my head with his cock down my throat so it went straight down into my belly.
Having cum, Rob took his cock out of my mouth and pulled up his pants and underwear. I moved to let him out of the stall, and he left the bathroom.
Rob had been the 'romantic' sex but now he was using me as unceremoniously as Brian did. While that should have bothered me, I got to my feet, undid my pants and pushed them and my underwear down and sat on the toilet in the same stall and brought myself off by jacking. It only took a few strokes. I clearly liked being people's bitch boy.
The next time we found ourselves alone, it was back to the usual reaching inside each other's pants and no mention was made about his having fucked my mouth in the bathroom stall and just walked away.
The only thing that changed was that when I jacked off each morning and night, I found myself occasionally thinking about Robert fucking my mouth, rather than Brian's big cock in my ass. Don't get me wrong, Brian's big cock dominated my jackoff sessions and I couldn't wait until Saturday, but Robert seemed to have realized that the way to conquer me was through domination and not affection. I have no clue what that meant about me.
As Saturday rolled around I put aside any introspection and began obsessing on Brian as usual. I didn't know if I was to go by Brian's house for 2pm as I hadn't had any signals from him and I became increasingly nervous we were through.
In the hopes we were not through I cleaned myself with the enema in the basement senior locker-room on Saturday. Bizarrely this routine had become so normal I didn't worry about being caught or think it strange - I just walked around in my jock filling the enemy, going to a stall and washing myself out (not even closing the stall door) and doing it again until I was sure I was clean. Even though I no longer cared if I was caught, I still went to the last stall and thought about Robert face fucking me as I was flooding myself with water and cleansing.
I was clearly conflicted as to my loyalties - but I was not conflicted about what I liked and it was boys dominating me and using me to get off.
At 2pm I arrived at Brian's. The door was unlocked, which was a good sign, and I let myself in and mounted the stairs. As I entered the attic I found not just Brian, but Christopher, and both were in their underwear.
Looking at Brian quizzically he responded "Chris wanted to try fucking someone."
"But I thought my ass was yours," I responded confused.
"You do what I say," said Brian.
I quickly removed my clothes, stripping down to my cum stained jock. Instinctively I knew that I should bend over the arm of the couch so I did.
Chris dropped his briefs and came over behind me and without any spit or lube he began to shove into me. I guess being a virgin when it came to fucking he didn't realize he needed lube. But while he was not that big, being only a grade 9 kid, it still hurt as he pushed his cock in without any lubrication.
I had never been fucked by a boy so young. But the difference was noticeable. There was an eagerness and excitement in how he thrust into me. Even his hands on my hips were so tentative, like he wanted to grab hard but was afraid to offend.
His was a definite boyish approach, his hands gently gripping and then releasing and him thrusting hard and then the next time not (like he felt guilty he had hurt me the time before). I couldn't help but think 'what if your mom knew what you were doing' (though given our moms were friends that cut both ways). I regretted so much recruiting him for Brian and here I was bent over a couch being fucked by a boy who knew my parents.
Thankfully, being a boy, it didn't take him long, being in my warm cavern of an ass, before he came and, having cum, he pulled out, thanked Brian (not me), pulled up his underwear, put on his clothes and high-tailed it down the stairs and out the door.
Knowing my place I remained bent over the arm of the couch.
Brian moved in behind me. He stripped off his briefs and handed them to me and, not knowing if it was his idea or mine, I began to sniff them, as he pressed his huge cock into my hole.
I guess Brian assumed Chris's cum was lube enough because he didn't use lube or spit, and being probably four times the size of Chris it hurt like hell as he shoved his big cock into me. I found myself focussing on his briefs to take my mind off the pain, sniffing, licking and even biting on them as his cock worked its way into my ass.
The difference between being fucked by a grade 9 boy and only my own age was like night and day. Brian's hands were firm on my hips and every thrust was determined. Here was a boy who knew what he wanted and was going to take it.
Where I had been soft while Chris fucked me, I was quickly rock-hard as Brian rammed my ass.
I quickly was moaning as Brian thrust his big cock into my already cum-filled ass. He was pounding so hard I was getting couch burns on my stomach and thighs as my body was propelled further up the couch with his every thrust. While that hurt, as my cock was pressed against the arm rest of the couch, it wasn't long before I was cumming in my jock.
Brian kept ramming me well after I had shot a load in my cock.
I just let my body go limp as he pounded and pounded my ass.
I don't know why it took Brian so long this time to cum. Maybe he wasn't turned on by Chris fucking me or he regretted sharing my ass. But it seemed to take forever for him to tense up and unload into my ass.
While I kept wishing it would come to an end as he rode my ass and it felt like forever before he came, after I dressed and I was walking back to school I found myself missing him being inside me ever more intensely than I usually did. Seemed the more he used me and the more I hated it, the more I wanted it.
Waiting back at school was Robert, who I guess now knew my routine. He didn't even say anything when I walked in the door, simply turned and walked down the hall, down the stairs, into the locker-room and the bathroom to the last stall - and I dutifully followed.
This time he simply stood in the stall and I dropped to my knees as he undid his belt and pants and pushed his cock into my mouth. Rob didn't even push his pants and underwear down and we didn't even close the stall door, he just wanted to fuck my mouth and knew he could.
As Robert fucked my mouth I could feel Brian's cum (probably some of Chris's leaking out of my ass into my pants). I felt so used but also so turned on.
I couldn't help myself and undid my pants and began to rub my cock in my cum-soaked jock. As Robert, who had my head in both his hands as he thrust his cock down my throat, began to cum, I shot another load into my jock.
When Robert had finished cumming, he did up his pants and stepped around me without saying a word.
I remained there on my knees, my pants undone, cum leaking out of my ass into my pants, my own cum having made my (well Brian's actually) jock so wet, feeling miserable and lonely and yet so fulfilled.
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