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Half-Term at Kingswood ----------------------
Day 2 -----
Sunday 20 October 2019
Casey was awoken by a hand to the face. During the night, Chris had managed to move and was now laying face-down on top of him. As he stirred, he had raised a hand above his head and virtually slapped Casey awake.
"Thanks for that," Casey muttered, amused and annoyed in equal measure.
Regardless of the sudden wake-up call, it was nice to wake up to something other than the standard alarm that went off most mornings to wake the boys. The Kingswood app was automated and, being personalised to each boy's schedule, had alarms that woke them up for school on weekdays and for any early-morning clubs at the weekend. Half-term was the only time there were no automatic alarms for anyone in the room.
"Sorry," Chris muttered, not even fully awake as he pulled his hand back down and nuzzled his cheek dreamily against Casey's muscled chest. As he began to wake up properly, he opened his eyes blearily and found himself looking at a pert, brown nipple, surrounded by sparse dark hairs. Pulling away a little more, he could see a small patch of hair beginning to sprout between the Year 12 boy's pecs. "You're surprisingly comfortable," Chris said with a grin as he slid off Casey and back down to his side where he had started the night before.
"And you're heavier than you look!" Casey replied, smirking. "God, I'm starving!"
"I've got something you can eat!" Chris said, pressing his morning wood against the older boy's leg, never shy when it came to flirting.
"Down, boy," Casey replied, shaking his head and resisting a grin. "Last night was an exception. I told ya, you Year 7 pipsqueaks don't really do it for me!"
"So... you just used me cos you were horny?" Chris asked, looking over-exaggeratedly scandalised.
Casey shrugged. "Yeah, pretty much!" he agreed.
"I feel so... dirty!" Chris said, looking a little embarrassed as he realised how pleased he sounded about it.
"Well that's partly cos you're a horny little freak, but partly cos you're laying there in cum-stained pants!" Casey reminded him.
"Oh yeah," Chris said, blushing as he remembered the way he had shot a load the previous night while jerking Casey off. He glanced down under the covers. The cum-stain wasn't really too visible, but did feel a little crusty.
"Well we should shower so we can get to breakfast," Casey suggested.
"Owen said breakfast'll be once we're all up!" Chris commented, then glanced round the room at the sleeping figures filling most of the other bunks. "That might be a while."
"Oh relax, I got this!" Casey said with a grin. He gave the top of Chris' head a playful kiss, then sat up, cleared his throat and called out, "MORNING EVERYBODY. I'M AWAKE, AND IF I'M AWAKE, EVERYONE'S AWAKE! TIME TO GET UP!"
The sound that came in response was a mixture of zombie-movie-style groans and sheer annoyance.
"Ugh, you're such a dick!" Bran groaned from the next bunk over, barely opening his eyes before rolling over to face away from Casey.
"Oh no you don't!" Casey called out, seeing the fifteen-year-old clearly intended to sleep for longer. The gap between the two sets of bunk beds was only a few feet, and for the large, muscled teen it was easy to hop over, lunging at Bran to make sure he remained awake.
"Casey, I think you forgot these!" Chris said, holding up the older boy's discarded briefs.
Casey stared back in shock for a moment, having completely forgotten he had removed them while Chris was jerking him off.
As Bran glanced over and saw Chris twirling the underwear on one finger, his eyes shot open and he squirmed away from Casey enough to try and get a good look at him. Seeing he was naked, he grinned and declared happily, "Damn, I could do with this kinda wake-up call every day!"
As the others laughed, Benji called out, "Hey, erm... if I go back to sleep, do I get a naked Year 12 on top of me too? Because if so..." He flopped down and started making loud snoring noises. Most of the others laughed once again, but Eric, a few feet to his side, just tutted and rolled his eyes. Benji scowled back at him.
"What you doing up there?" Kyle asked, looking up to Casey's bunk where Chris was kneeling.
Casey reached over to grab the rail around Bran's bunk, then lowered himself down the gap between until he was standing in front of Kyle. He sat down onto the other boy's bed.
Kyle suddenly frowned. "Oh no, did you..." he looked round and lowered his voice, unsure if Chris would want it shared more widely, "Have more nightmares? I was supposed to be here for you. Did I sleep right through? I'm so sorry, I wasn't there for you. Are you okay?"
Chris reached out and placed a hand on the other boy's leg, then smiled sincerely. "Relax, it's okay. Casey was awake already, I think, so he... looked after me," Chris explained. "But if he wasn't, I'd have been all over you. I know you're there for me, bud."
Kyle looked relieved, but visibly remained concerned. He placed his hand on Chris', the two looking each other in the eye for a few seconds before they were interrupted by a naked sixteen-year-old landing in front of them.
"Come on, lads. Shower time. I need breakfast, otherwise I get cranky and you wouldn't like me when I'm cranky!" Casey said, turning to head for the door.
"You know, I've got absolutely no clue what he just said!" Chris said, watching happily with a grin as Casey walked away.
"Same here. Kinda distracted by the view!" Kyle giggled back.
Breakfast had been a very different experience than usual. A normal morning would have had a couple of hundred boys piling into the Dining Hall, queuing for the various counters and then eating in amongst the noise and hullabaloo of such a large crowd. Instead, they headed down to the small dining room where Gabe was waiting for them, eagerly taking their orders which he brought out a few minutes later.
While a few of the boys were clearly not morning people, still holding a very apparent grudge against Casey for their wake-up call, Owen managed to keep polite conversation going. He got the boys talking about their first night together and how different it was being with boys from other dorms and years. Eventually the conversation moved onto the plans for the day.
Much of the week was planned out in advance, such as their time at the pool coming up that morning, a day trip on Tuesday and a range of other activities, but the rest was largely free time. While Owen wanted to have a general idea of where the boys were at all times, if only for safety reasons, they would be given fairly free reign to do as they pleased the rest of the time.
Once breakfast was finished, Owen had instructed the boys to head over to the Sports Complex. He had some paperwork to take care of and intended to join them a little later. Use of the school's swimming or diving pools was forbidden unless there was a lifeguard on duty and while the relevant teacher would normally fill that role, Year 12 and 13 students were able to undertake training for it too so that they could act as lifeguard in a teacher's absence. Aside from maintaining safety and ensuring nobody ever got hurt, it was the sort of thing that looked good on their University applications. Casey had completed his training at the beginning of term and was placed in charge until Owen could join them.
Most of the boys were excited as they jumped into the pool. Aside from Chris and Casey who were both on their year's swim teams, use of the pool was quite infrequent for most of them. When they did get to use it, it was normally part of a PE lesson and quite rigidly structured, intended as exercise rather than enjoyment, and use of the huge selection of toys and floats in the nearby store was even more rare.
The pool was chaos in no time, with the boys flitting from one game to the next. Casey was busy alternating between watching the others and trying to tidy up after them, wanting to ensure it looked like he had done a good job when Owen finally showed up. He had turned his full attention to four of the boys when they had paired up and started having piggyback fights, with Kyle sat on Chris' shoulders and Dusty on Benji's, each pair trying to knock over the other.
While the play fighting was going on, Eric had drifted away on a large float, just casually paddling himself around as he lay on his back staring up at the cloudy sky through the mostly-glass roof.
"Hey," Bran said, slowly drifting up behind the other boy. "Not joining in?" he asked, nodding in the direction of the raucous playing.
Eric pursed his lips and shook his head. "I fight enough with Ben for real, I don't need to do it for fun too!" he said slightly coldly.
Bran let out a sigh and pulled himself so he was floating alongside the other boy. "Yeah... I was... well, let's say a bit confused about that!" Eric frowned at him questioningly so he went on. "Last time I saw you two together, you'd just fallen madly in love!"
"Mate, that was like a year ago!" Eric replied.
"Fuck off, no way that was..." Bran started, then paused to think. He had actually gone home at half-term last June, neither Eric nor Benji had been at the school for the February half-term, so he realised Eric was right, it was the previous break the previous October that the three boys had last shared a half-term break together. "Damn, that went quick. So what happened? How do you go from two best mates in love to... I dunno, whatever you guys are now!"
Eric just shook his head. "It doesn't matter. It is what it is, we're over, end of story!" he insisted.
Bran smirked. He tried to conceal it, but failed.
"It's funny, is it?" Eric asked, looking more than a little annoyed.
Bran looked thoughtful for a moment and said, "Yes! Well, no. Not funny, more just... I dunno, an observation." Eric just stared at him, po-faced, so he took that as a cue to elaborate. "I've seen plenty of relationships come and go while I've been at Kingswood and in my experience, couples who are really 'over' don't put so much effort into arguing!"
"Yeah, well..." Eric started to argue. "You're not... we... ugh, piss off. We're over!"
"Uh huh," Bran said with a grin, getting a punch in the arm in response.
"Don't make me drown you, I'll do it!" Eric said, looking worryingly like he wasn't even joking.
"Drown me later. We should head back over to the others if we wanna..." Bran started, then paused to look round. Seeing the others still engrossed in their play-fighting, he finished, "Do what we planned!"
Eric grinned. "You're so evil. I love it!" The boys had spoken earlier, before leaving the dorm and formulated a deliciously wicked plan.
Once they rejoined the group, Bran gave Casey the signal and the older boy called for quiet.
"Everyone, shush!" Casey called out, waiting a moment while they quietened. Dusty had just been knocked off of Benji's shoulders, so Kyle climbed down from Chris' as the seven boys gathered in a rough circle.
"This best not be another safety briefing!" Benji said sarcastically.
"Hey, pool safety saves lives!" Casey snapped, but then smiled and said, "But no, it's not. I thought that maybe we should make things up to Chris a bit!"
"Me? What?" Chris asked, more than a little confused.
"Well I just feel that Eric and Benji's prank last night was a bit mean. Having you naked in front a teacher like that!" Casey explained.
Chris immediately blushed, momentarily reliving it. He felt a twitch down below but tried to ignore it.
"Yeah, we're sorry," Eric said looking remorseful.
"It's... it's fine," Chris said awkwardly, not wanting anyone to feel bad.
"No, no. We've gotta balance things out. We can't change what he saw, so I thought maybe we could even things up by having Owen see ALL of us naked. That way it's not just you!" Casey explained.
"All of us? Why me? I didn't do anything!" Dusty said defensively.
Casey nodded. "I know, but this way it's just all even. Nobody gets to hold it over the others. So, like, a clean slate!"
Dusty rolled his eyes but nodded.
"So whadda you all say?" Casey asked. He reached down under the water, moved around a little and came back up, holding his swimwear. "Speedos off?"
Some of the others still looked reluctant, but as the others began to do the same, the rest followed.
"Me too?" Chris asked. Aside from feeling strange being the only one not naked, he actually liked the idea of being naked with the others, especially in front of Owen. When he got a nod from Casey, he reached down and pulled off his speedo.
"And away they go!" Casey called out, balling up the discarded item and throwing it over towards the door to the locker room. Laughing and cheering, the others boys copied.
The timing was, as planned, absolutely perfect. It helped that Owen was known for being exceptionally punctual. The young teacher walked in mere moments after the speedos had been thrown, the boys only just beginning to return to their playing.
"What up, Mr B!" Bran called out, still resisting calling him by his first name.
"Alright lads, having fun?" Owen asked, seeing the seven bunched up together.
"Yeah. I did my best to keep them alive!" Casey called out. He looked round at several of the discarded items. "I tried to keep it tidy too, but this lot..." he shook his head as he moved towards the edge of the pool. "Come on guys, let's tidy up a bit!"
Chris watched excitedly as Casey placed his hands on the side of the pool and jumped up to get out, expecting to see the sixteen-year-old's pale butt cheeks emerge from the water. Instead, he saw the young man was still clad in speedos. He looked round at the others in confusion. He had just seen Casey remove them. None of the others seemed to respond though, confusing him more.
Casey headed for the locker room door and quickly gathered up the speedos while the other boys headed for the side of the pool to get out and help tidy. One by one they climbed out, each one still in their swimwear.
Chris suddenly realised he had been tricked – again – as he stood naked in the pool, the other boys beginning to share increasingly-visible signs of amusement between them. His cock was responding quickly, plumping up to full firmness in no time.
"Don't feel like helping?" Owen asked, seeing the one boy remaining in the pool.
"Oh, erm... it's just..." Chris stuttered, blushing heavily as the other boys suppressed their giggles.
"Yeah, come on Chris, lend a hand!" Bran said, grinning.
"Actually, I still need to have a word with you," Owen said as Chris looked from the other boys, to Owen and back again.
Silently, Chris slowly paddled along to the side of the pool where Owen stood, then looked up at him awkwardly and said, "Yes Sir?"
"Well I'm not talking to you like this!" Owen said, shaking his head. He looked to the bench a short distance away against the wall and added, "Come have a seat!"
"Erm, Sir... I... erm... well..." Chris stuttered.
Owen rolled his eyes as he sat down and looked towards the pool. "Chris, I don't have all day. Come on, this is important stuff!"
At the other end of the pool, the other boys had stopped what they were doing and now blatantly just stood watching. Chris shot them a look that was a hilarious mix of fury and dismay.
Chris let out a gentle whimper. He had hoped that delaying would allow time for his cock to go down, but it seemed determined to show him up once again and remained solid. He took a deep breath and climbed out of the pool. While he managed to cover up almost right away, concealing his arousal, there was no way of hiding that he was naked. It was only made more obvious by the sudden round of cheers from the spectating boys.
Owen looked the blushing boy up and down, shook his head and asked, "Forget something?"
Chris briefly considered explaining honestly what had happened, but it didn't feel right. He doubted the others would get in trouble, but even such a short time together he was beginning a feel a sense of camaraderie with the other boys. Ultimately, he had fallen for the prank so now he had to live with it. "Yes Sir," Chris said as he stood awkwardly covering himself. "And I figured school rules still apply. You forget your kit, you go without!"
Owen raised an eyebrow, convinced there was more going on but figuring there was little point in pressing the matter. "Okay... well, have a seat anyway." He patted the space next to him on the bench. Hearing the amusement still rippling through their small group of spectators, he looked down towards the other end of the pool. "Haven't you lot got anything better to do?" he called out, looking down at the six laughing boys.
"Take cover!" Benji yelled dramatically as they immediately scattered, Casey putting a few more things away while the others jumped back into the pool.
Glad to have the others silenced, Chris sat down, his heart pounding as he worried about what Owen wanted. The bench felt strange beneath his bare buttocks. When he usually sat on it, during swim practice, he would only be wearing his speedo, but even that slight difference felt like enough to highlight his own nudity. He crossed one leg over the other and folded his arms over his lap to conceal himself from Owen's view, silently willing his erection to subside.
"So I wanted to talk to you about what happened the other week," Owen said, taking it slowly. He could see how nervous Chris was and as amusing as he found it, traumatising the boy with too much embarrassment probably wasn't the best idea.
"Oh, erm... yes Sir," Chris said, avoiding eye contact. "It... it wasn't what it looked like. I mean, yeah, obviously it was what it looked like but... but it was... it was a one-off thing and... and I'd never erm... never thought about you while doing it before... well, sort of... wait, no I didn't mean that. Erm, it was just... that day I was... erm... kinda... in the mood and Danny said I'd been looking at you so he... he started messing around and... and... like, pretending to be you and I just... I got caught up in it and... and then you were there and..." He stopped and finally made himself look the teacher in the eye, breathing heavily and shaking a little.
"Okay, take a breath!" Owen said, struggling to take in the almost incoherent rambling. He placed a hand on Chris' arm and squeezed gently. It was supposed to be reassuring, but the physical contact made the boy's eyes widen and his limbs tremble even more so he quickly pulled it back.
Chris took a couple of deep breaths and seemed to calm a little.
"So... erm... thanks for that..." Owen said, resisting the urge to laugh as he explained, "But I wasn't talking about that! What you and your mates get up, that's your business... even if you ARE apparently role-playing doing it with me!"
Chris groaned slightly and raised his hands to cover his face, but quickly realised all he had done was expose his dick and balls, which were squished up in his lap, his boner pointing up at his face. He quickly dropped his hands back down.
"I wanted to talk about my offer... the extra coaching!" Owen explained.
Chris nodded, kicking himself mentally for his outburst. Right before he had been caught by Owen getting jerked off by his best friend, the teacher had approached him about his swimming. Chris was exceptionally good at it and Owen had suggested that with some extra attention, he could do it competitively, potentially even at an Olympic level. Chris had been so determined to avoid the man after the embarrassing incident that he had not talked, nor thought about the offer since.
"So had you thought about it?" Owen asked, trying to act normally and put the boy back at ease.
"Would... would it be... just us?" Chris asked, both excited and embarrassed at the thought of alone time with the attractive teacher.
Owen smiled. It was pretty obvious why Chris was asking, years of having Bran go from shy awkward crush to blatant flirting had made it easy for him to pick up on a crush in one of the boys. Again he considered teasing Chris, knowing he was the sort of boy who would take it in good humour but maintained his professionalism and answered, "Sometimes, yes. Sometimes it may be with the others I'm coaching personally."
Chris nodded, but still kept his gaze averted.
"But it's not really gonna work if you're too embarrassed to even look at me!" Owen said. As amusing as the situation was, he actually took his coaching role very seriously.
"I can... look at you!" Chris insisted, staring down. "The floor's just.... really interesting right now!"
"Okay, look at me!" Owen said firmly. Chris' eyes flicked up at him for a second, then back down. He let out a hefty sigh and waited until Chris finally raised his head and looked him in the eye. "Good. So cards on the table, I want to coach you Chris. You genuinely have a gift for swimming, but I'm not going to put in the time if it's just going to be wasted, so it's up to you. Do you want to do it?"
Chris pursed his lips for a moment, thinking about it. He glanced round, nervous the others may have been listening in, but they were all busily messing around at the far end. "I... I do, but... what do I do when... this happens!" He gingerly dropped his arms away and uncrossed his legs, letting his boner stand free and unhidden.
It was Owen's turn to blush. Seeing the boy so openly showing himself off caught him a little off guard.
Chris smiled, seeing the man's surprised expression as he squirmed slightly in his seat. His eyes lowered again, but this time only going as far as the man's crotch. It was probably his imagination, but he thought he saw movement.
"Well... erm... you... erm..." Owen stuttered. Having a student so willingly expose himself was disarming enough alone, but actually being asked a penis-based question had thrown him completely.
"I mean, should I..." Chris started, raising a hand to actually hold his cock, "Should I maybe jerk off before I swim?"
"Well, maybe... erm..." Owen continued to stutter.
"Oh, sorry Sir," Chris said, sounding as innocent as he could. "Was that a..." his eyes flicked downwards again, "Hard question?"
Owen went to reply and smiled, realising he was being played at his own game. "I suppose it was," he agreed, nodding, then stood and called out, "Everyone, gather round!"
"What? Wait, what are you..." Chris asked, panicking suddenly as the others eagerly rushed over. He crossed his arms over his lap again.
Owen shot the boy a wink then faced the quickly-gathered crowd. "So Chris had a question and I thought you might all be able to help."
"No, it's okay, Sir!" Chris tried to interject.
"It seems Chris is having some trouble keeping himself..." Owen started, pausing deliberately long as he deliberated the best way to put it, "Under control, when he's in the pool. Down below, I mean."
The boys burst into laughter at the blushing boy.
Owen smirked, feeling very much that he had made Chris' attempt at humiliating him backfire spectacularly. However, seeing the other boys laughing at Chris made him feel just a little guilty, especially as he suspected they had all played a part in his current predicament.
"Casey, I seem to recall you having some similar issues back when I first started teaching here," Owen said, seeing the eldest student's face immediately drop as the others turned their amusement towards him. "And if I recall correctly, it had a slight leftward curve so it kept steering you out of your lane!"
Even Chris was laughing at Casey now. He felt a sudden surge of affection for Owen. The teacher was clearly trying to take some of the humiliation away from him and it was working. As much as Chris enjoyed thinking back on embarrassing situations, actually being in them at the time felt mortifying.
"And you two," Owen added, looking from Eric to Benji, prompting a sudden silence as the two boys feared what was coming and the rest waited in hilarious anticipation. "I seem to recall a certain PE lesson last year where you both found yourselves in a similar situation, though I believe they were more likely due to the fact you spent more of the lesson with your hands in each other's speedo than paying attention to swimming. Yeah, not as subtle as you thought!"
It was Eric and Benji's turn to blush, though the remaining three boys laughed a little less, fearing they were next.
"So, it's something you've all dealt with. Any tips for Chris?" Owen asked, turning attention back to the naked boy still covering himself on the bench.
"I'd give him more than the tip!" Bran called out, grinning cheekily.
"Brandon!" Owen snapped, trying to look serious despite an obvious smile.
"Don't worry, Mr B. You'll still get your turn!" Bran added, knowing he was pushing things a bit far, but hoping that the levity of the whole situation might buy him a little grace.
Owen raised his eyebrows as he looked at the flirtatious teen. "Well imagine my delight at THAT prospect!" he said sarcastically, getting sniggers from the others. "Anyway, maybe you boys can share any advice with Chris. Come on, back you go!"
Chris stood, keeping both hands cupped over his seemingly-permanent erection and walked back to the edge of the pool.
"We'll talk again soon," Owen said to him quietly. "About the swimming, I mean."
Chris went to reply, but immediately felt a hand on his back, shoving him into the pool. As he stumbled forward, his arms waved instinctively, giving the other boys a brief view of his full nudity. As he popped back up, spluttering and shaking his head to flick the water from his hair, he felt the others grabbing at him.
"Didn't turn us in then? Good man!" Casey said, seeing Owen was now far enough away.
"Nope," Chris said proudly. "So does that mean I get my speedo back?"
"Whadda you think?" Bran asked, reaching below the water and giving the boy's cock a playful squeeze.
"Naked swimming it is, then!" Chris said, quite enjoying the attention.
After their morning at the pool, the boys eagerly descended on the dining room again, happily demolishing the veritable mountain of food Gabe had laid out for them. After lunch, Owen headed off to do some work, leaving the boys to spend some time in the first floor Common Room.
The boys were already finding themselves getting used to how quiet the large room was and found it quite enjoyable having free reign on the various activities. While they had all started off together, they had gradually split off into smaller groups. Kyle, Dusty and Chris had commandeered the TV, though now it was only Kyle and Dusty watching it as Chris had fallen asleep, shuffling down to rest his head on Kyle's lap. Casey and Eric had taken over the pool table, both equally good resulting in a growing sense of competitiveness between them.
Bran and Benji were sat playing on the Xbox. While they played, they had been talking about the upcoming releases of the new Xbox and Playstation consoles and spent several minutes arguing over which one was best before deciding that they were both good options. Instead, they moved on to speculating over whether the school would be providing the new consoles for the Common Rooms.
Once they had finished discussing the upcoming games they were most looking forward to, the conversation died down and they focused on the game they were playing. The quiet lingered several minutes before Bran glanced to his side and asked, "So what happened?"
"I drove into a wall!" Benji replied.
"You..." Bran started, frowning in confusion. He glanced at Benji's side of the screen and said, "Oh, no, not what happened in the game, what happened with you..." he glanced back at the pool table, before finishing, "And Eric?"
Benji's car veered off the track again before he corrected and continued down the course. "We... broke up!" Benji said, shrugging slightly.
"Oh wow, okay. Yeah, that's really helpful!" Bran said sarcastically. He shook his head and went on. "I'd figured that much, ya tit. But WHY did you break up?"
"Reasons!" Benji said sharply.
"Oh, right, reasons. Of course, that explains it!" Bran said dryly, shaking his head. "Come on, dish it!" he continued to probe curiously.
"Bran," Benji said back pointedly. "Look at my face. Is this a face that's saying 'I want to to talk about this'?"
"With a face this cute, it's hard to tell," Bran said, reaching up and pinching Benji's cheek before the younger boy pulled away.
"Oh my God, you're so annoying!" Benji said, keeping his eye fixed on the screen but elbowing Bran away at the same time.
"Do you want me to stop asking?" Bran asked, sounding sincere.
Benji nodded. "Yes please!" he said firmly.
"Well when you tell me, I won't need to ask any more, will I?" Bran said, grinning again.
"Just leave it, okay!" Benji snapped.
"Oh... Eric cheated!" Bran said, basing it on absolutely nothing, but figuring he would either be right, and Benji would confirm it, or he would be wrong and Benji would correct him with the real reason.
"Nice try," Benji said, shaking his head. "But please... just... don't."
"Okay," Bran finally conceded, seeing the other boy was actually getting upset. "Sorry." That was both boys he had asked now, and both were remaining tight-lipped. It was killing him not knowing, but if neither of them wanted to talk, maybe he was destined to never know.
When Chris awoke, the first thing he noticed was how quiet it was. The noise from the others that had helped lull him to sleep in the first place was gone. As he opened his eyes, blinking slightly as they adjusted to the light, he looked up and saw Kyle looking back. "Hi," he said meekly as he yawned heavily.
"Hi," Kyle said back, letting his fingers gently stroke through the other boy's hair.
"Where is everyone?" Chris asked, making no attempt to move his head from Kyle's lap.
"They're with Owen, doing... I dunno, I wasn't really listening," Kyle said with a dismissive shrug.
Chris smiled. "And you stayed here?" he asked.
Kyle nodded. "Well you were dead to the world and looked so comfortable, so I didn't wanna disturb you!"
"Thanks," Chris replied, nuzzling his head slightly against Kyle's stomach. "What time is it?"
"Almost dinner time," Kyle answered, then glanced at the clock and said, "Well, in half an hour or so."
Chris lifted his head and said softly, "Time for a proper cuddle then?"
Kyle happily accepted the offer, shifting round to lay on the sofa beside Chris, the sleepy boy shuffling up to lay his head on the arm-rest beside Kyle's. Their arms wrapped loosely round each other as they lay together contentedly.
"We don't do this in 1.04," Kyle said, his voice tinged with sadness. "I know you 1.01 guys are all friendly and cuddly with each other, but the guys in my dorm..."
"They still not getting on?" Chris asked.
The first night the two boys really connected, Kyle had been feeling upset and isolated having failed to form much of a bond with his regular dorm-mates. While he had ended up becoming good friends with Danny, Chris' best friend, the two had ended up becoming close too. Kyle had virtually been accepted as the ninth member of dorm 1.01 but had yet to develop the level of physical affection the other eight had developed over their first 8 weeks at the school.
Kyle shook his head, pouting a little. "They're... a bit better I suppose. Like, they don't argue as much as they did at first, but none of us are really... I dunno, close."
"That's okay. That's why you have me!" Chris said, the two boys locking eyes for a moment. "And Danny!" Chris quickly added awkwardly.
"Yeah, Danny's great!" Kyle said, smiling sincerely. I strange feeling suddenly washed over him as he thought about their mutual friend. Laying there holding Chris, he felt almost out of place, almost like wearing someone else's shoes. "Do you miss him?"
Chris chuckled. "Come on, it's been... barely a day!" he said dismissively, but his smile quickly faded as he nodded, "But yeah.... I do!" They both fell very quiet for a few moments.
"Erm... I meant to say... thanks. For last night, I mean," Kyle said, trying not to let the awkwardness become too unwiedly. When Chris looked a little confused, he explained, "For covering for me on the dare!" He blushed at the mention of it. He still didn't know what had happened. He was getting his dick sucked, for the very first time, by someone he really liked and yet... his cock had let him down.
"It's okay," Chris said, stroking Kyle's arm reassuringly. "D'you know what happened?"
Kyle shrugged a little. "I dunno, it just... I think... I just got really nervous and it started to go down and once it started, all I kept thinking was 'oh my god, this feels amazing, get hard' but the more I thought it, the more it... went down."
Chris let out a quiet, sympathetic whimper as he hugged Kyle tightly for a moment. "Why?" he asked as he pulled away. "What made you nervous. Was it me, or was it doing it in front of the others?"
Kyle let out a sigh and shook his head. "I don't know!" was all he could say back.
"Well, we're alone now... we could... test it!" Chris offered.
"Now? Here?" Kyle asked nervously.
"Yeah," Chris replied with a playful grin. He let his hand slide off of Kyle's arm and onto his hip, then slid it up under his t-shirt. As his fingers met the warm, smooth skin beneath, both boys let out a happy moan, then giggled at each other.
Chris let his hand work upwards, lifting Kyle's t-shirt to reveal his slender torso. Once it was raised enough to reveal a pert little nipple, Chris leant over and kissed it, then opened his mouth let his tongue slide across it. As he moved his leg a little he felt the firmness in Kyle's pants and smiled as he pulled back. "All good so far!" He got a nod back from Kyle, so he went on, playing with the nipple for a few seconds before letting his mouth kiss a line down the smooth skin until he playfully circled the other boy's belly button with his tongue.
As much as he wanted to draw out the enjoyment, as much for Kyle's pleasure as his own, Chris knew the risks of doing things where they were and knew time was of the essence. He reached down and popped open the button on Kyle's jeans, pulled either side apart so the zip slid down then grabbed the front of his underwear. "This okay?" he asked before going on.
"Yeah," Kyle said, trembling a little but looking genuinely excited.
Chris pulled the waistband out away from Kyle's body, just far enough to let his erection spring free. It hit his stomach with a quiet slap that made both boys giggle in unison again. He wasted no time in making full use of the four inch tool, letting his tongue slide from frenulum to scrotum and back, getting an excited shudder from Kyle in response. Taking that as another sign to proceed, he grabbed the head between his lips and plunged his mouth down. Despite his inexperience, he easily managed all four inches, playfully teasing Kyle's sparse patch of hair with his nose before pulling back.
"Yeah, don't stop!" Kyle pleaded.
As much as he had been worried about how Kyle was feeling about last night, having the first cock he sucked go soft had hit Chris' confidence a little too, but the obvious excitement he was inflicting now had built it right back up. He plunged the cock back into his mouth again, this time letting his tongue slide round and round it as he pushed further down. He felt a hand grasping at his hair and another at his shoulder, accompanied by a happy moan. He repeated the motion a few more times, noting with pure delight the increasingly high-pitched noises it was drawing from the other boy.
"Chris, I'm gonna cum!" Kyle gasped, blushing a little about how quickly it was happening, but mostly just happy to have achieved orgasm.
Chris gave Kyle's hip a quick squeeze to indicate he had heard, but showed no signs of pulling off. He continued sucking until Kyle's body tensed, his balls tightened and he shot a modest load straight into Chris' mouth. He happily kept sucking until the last drop was gone and the boy's dick became too sensitive to take any more.
As Chris shuffled back up the sofa, Kyle re-dressed himself and found himself laying face-to-face with his friend. "Okay, so it wasn't you!" Kyle said, chuckling, but still holding onto the concerns about what had caused the issue.
"You enjoyed that then?" Chris asked, happy to have been able to please the nervous boy.
"Yes would be an understatement! You're welcome to do that literally any time you like!" Kyle said happily.
"Oh I will definitely be taking you up on that!" Chris said, licking his lips playfully as both boys burst into playful giggles again.
"Be up and ready for 8 tomorrow please," Bran heard Owen instructing the dorm as he headed down the corridor from the shower room. "Gabe has to go out at 9 for some errands so we'll need breakfast finished by then."
Bran reached the corner and paused, peering round to see the teacher standing in the doorway to dorm 1.04. He let out a quiet sigh at the sight of the man. For years now, he had been enamoured by the attractive young man, both by his obvious intelligence and uniquely-enjoyable teaching style he demonstrated in Maths class, but also for the stern, serious side that came out when he was around the pool. It helped that he was undeniably hot too. Bran had actually seen the man in a speedo a couple of times, which had only fuelled his masturbatory fantasies even more.
Bran had been fourteen when he first started making his desire known to the man, though he suspected He had known before then, back at the beginning of his fourth year at the school. He had spent the last year making every flirtatious comment he could manage without getting himself in trouble, but so far the man had proven immune to the confident teen's charms.
He was in Year 11 now though, fifteen-almost-sixteen and growing up fast. Whereas when his flirtations had begun he had still been very on the boyish side end of puberty, he was now looking much more like a young man and it was time to try and put that to use.
His eyes roamed the back of the man's body, focusing heavily on his impressively bubblicious booty and groped himself through the towel wrapped around his waist. It didn't take him long to get hard, it never did, but watching Mr B certainly sped things up. He pulled back round the corner and yanked off his towel, leaving it piled on the floor by the wall, then quietly crept back. He padded as quietly as he could towards the door and made it behind the man without being noticed.
In a swift motion, he pressed his body against the man's back, grinding his erection into the juicy ass, then reached round to cover the teacher's eyes and whispered, "Guess who!"
Owen quickly jumped away, taking a step into the dorm and turning to see his would-be attacker. "Brandon!" he snapped. "You can't..." he stopped midway through his admonishment as he saw the teen was naked... and hard! "Bran, why are you naked?" he asked flatly.
"Because when I shower with my clothes on, they get wet!" Bran replied with a cheeky grin.
"I..." Owen went to say something back, but stopped himself, having to visibly make an effort not to rise to the boy's obvious teasing. "I meant why don't you have a towel?"
"Oh, I knew I forgot something," Bran said playfully, raising a hand to run through his wet hair, showing off the dark tuft of hair in his pit. "I'm sure you don't mind though, do you?"
By now, the other boys in the dorm had caught on to what was happening and were watching on in amusement from their bunks. Knowing that Bran was only likely to be encouraged by the attention, Owen stepped back out of the dorm, pulling the door closed behind him.
"This... is not appropriate!" Owen said, cursing himself as his eyes flicked downwards for a moment, knowing Bran would have seen him do it.
"No, this... is Kingswood!" Bran said with a grin. "Everything's appropriate!"
"Brandon!" Owen snapped, scowling at the boy for talking back.
Bran bit his lip and shuddered. "Just so you know, it turns me on more when you call me by my full name!"
Owen was momentarily stumped. It was a simple trick, but saying a boy's full name in his most authoritative tone was normally enough to shock any of them into line. Bran had managed to completely disarm him with a single comment. "You... you... need to... to address me appropriately!" he stuttered, trying to re-assert control.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Sir." Bran said, sounding sincere as he dropped his eyes to the ground. "What I should have said was it turns me on when you call be my full name, Mr Beecham, Sir!"
"You're not funny!" Owen said, frowning.
"Actually I was going for cute, not funny... Sir!" Bran replied, raising his gaze and giving his best puppy-dog eyed, playful-grin expression. "Do you... think I'm cute, Sir?"
The teacher was visibly getting flustered as he quickly snapped back, "Not right now!"
"What, so you do usually?" Bran asked teasingly.
"No!" Owen snapped, cursing himself for falling into such an obvious verbal trap and blushing more as his eyes betrayed him and roamed the naked teen once again.
"So I'm not cute?" Bran asked, feigning a hurt expression. "You.... you think I'm ugly!"
Owen nearly responded again but was quickly catching on to Bran's ploy. He took a deep breath and said, "You're going to go into the dorm, put some clothes on and go to bed. We will not speak of this again otherwise you will face disciplinary action!"
"Aww come on Mr B, I'm just playing," Bran insisted. "And you're clearly liking what you see! It's okay, you can look as much as you like!"
"I... I'm not... looking at anything!" Owen said back weakly.
Bran grinned. "You know, that would have been a little more believable if you're weren't looking at my junk when you said it!" He took a step closer to the man, hearing him take a quick intake of breath and added, "Looking's fine, but you can touch as well... if you like!"
"I... erm..." Owen mumbled, his chest beginning to heave as he took increasingly shuddery breaths.
"It's okay!" Bran said, the grin dropping away as he stared the teacher in the eye. Without breaking their gaze, he reached out and took hold of Owen's hand, lifted it up and placed it on his own chest. "It's okay!" he repeated.
"I.. I need..." Owen started.
Bran gulped and nodded. "Yeah, tell me what you need!" he urged the man.
"I need..." Owen started again, moving his hand ever-so-slightly and looking Bran dead in the eye, before he smirked and finished, "You to go inside, get dressed and go to bed!" He gave the boy a gentle shove and then opened the door to the dorm.
Bran looked somewhere between amused and absolutely furious. He was so sure he'd hooked the man, but he was just being played. He let out a hearty sigh and shook his head. "Well maybe some day!" he said as he passed the man and strolled naked into the dorm, deciding right then that desperate times called for desperate measures.
Owen closed his eyes for a moment as his head rested against the tiled wall of the shower cubicle, letting the warm water trickle down his body. While he knew supervising a half-term break was challenging, he had forgotten just how exhausting it could be. He was lucky to have the group of boys he had got. The last time he had done it, not long after he had started at the school, the group had involved a few real trouble-makers. Not the innocent shenanigans he had been getting from Chris or even the flirtatious teasing from Bran, but full-on proper misbehaviour.
As the group of boys flickered through his mind, it lingered a few moments on Bran. The boy was quite amusing. The way he had developed over the years from furtive glances, to open ogling to blatant sexual interest was really a sign of how fast the boys grew up. In a way, the Year 11 group Bran was in was the one he felt most connected to. They had joined the school at the same time that he had, just over four years ago. So while they had been timid little eleven-year-olds away from home for the very first time, Owen had been in a similar situation, starting his first permanent teaching position.
While he felt close to the Year 11 boys, they created a strange dichotomy in his mind. When he thought about them, he still saw them as the innocent boys they started as, but when he saw them in person he found himself looking at the young men they were becoming. Tonight had really drummed that feeling into him, seeing Bran standing naked and aroused in the hallway.
He opened his eyes, looking down at his body as the shower continued to flow and saw his cock had begun to lengthen. He wanted to tell himself it was just the pleasant heat of the shower loosening him up, but he knew it would be a lie. He tried to think about something else, to avoid getting a full-on erection over the assertive teen, but instead found his mind wandering onto Chris and the many times he had now seen the boy naked and aroused by his own humiliation.
In many ways, Owen's own sexual interests felt somewhat limited compared to the things he heard about and saw in his time at Kingswood. It never ceased to amaze him how the most obscure things could turn the boys on. He couldn't even imagine being aroused by the exposure and embarrassment Chris had experienced, but he definitely felt his cock continue to swell as he thought about seeing it.
Determined not to let fleeting thoughts of the boys turn into a full-on fantasy, he quickly washed himself and stepped out of the shower, drying himself quickly so he could put clothes back on and help resist temptation. Late as it was, and as much as he wanted sleep, he still had work to do. While he still had seven days to finish his marking and planning for the following week, he was determined to get it finished sooner rather than later so he could at least try and get some down time towards the end of the week. Dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, he headed out of the bathroom.
"FUCKING HELL!" he suddenly yelled out in surprise, jumping back as he saw Bran standing on the other side of the door. He quickly composed himself and demanded, "What the hell are you doing in here, Bran?" The apartment he was staying in was usually home to the Master of the first floor, Mr Trent and was usually off-limits to students. He quickly added, "And WHY are you still naked?"
"To answer both questions... I'm here for sex and the nudity is to help make the sex happen!" Bran said matter-of-factly, like it was the most ordinary thing in the world. "Come on, this way!"
"Brandon!" Owen snapped as he saw the teen head down towards the main living area of the apartment.
Bran looked back as he walked and grinned. "You know what I told you about my full name!"
Owen was caught somewhere between confused and furious. He was confurious. He stormed out of the bathroom to follow Bran.
The living area was fairly modest, consisting of a two-seater sofa facing a decent-sized TV, an armchair in one corner and then a large desk with a chair in the other. Bran was by the desk, leaning on it and facing the archway through the hallway where Owen had appeared.
"Bran, you're not supposed to be in here. Go back to your dorm and go to bed. Now!" Owen said, his tone as stern as he could make it without raising his voice.
Bran just gave a lop-sided smirk back and said casually, "Make me!"
Owen huffed, taking a step closer. "Go, or you get detention. For a month!"
"Nah, I'm good here, thanks!" Bran said, unbothered by the threat.
"Okay, then detention for the rest of the school year!" Owen upped the warning.
Bran shrugged. "I'm still not moving!"
"Fine, you're suspended!" Owen said, not entirely sure if he actually had that power, but certain Bran wouldn't doubt it.
Bran just grinned. "Okay, but I'm still here!" He lowered his hand to play with himself as he stared the teacher dead in the eye.
"Brandon," Owen said firmly, ignoring the way the boy grinned at the full name being used again. "Go now or you are expelled!" He definitely didn't have that level of authority, but he knew he just had to get the boy to leave.
"Okay, so I'm expelled. That sucks," Bran accepted, then shrugged again. "But I'm not moving! Not unless you make me!"
"Bran, I'm really starting to get annoyed here!" Owen said, taking another step closer. They were now less then arms-length apart.
"Only starting?" Bran asked with a chuckle. "I need to try harder! And speaking of hard..." He let his eyes lower a moment, to his own erection, then back to see Owen's eyes had followed and lingered down there for a moment.
"Bran. GET. OUT!" the man snarled furiously.
Bran visibly shuddered and chuckled as he did it. "I thought you were cute before, but when you're angry... fuck me, you're hot!"
Laying hands on a student went against everything he had learned when training for the job, against every instinct he had as a teacher and as an adult, against the school policy he had promised to uphold but he had been pushed too far. Owen reached out and grabbed Bran by both shoulders. It was forceful but not violent, clearly intending to move him, but not hurt him.
Bran resisted, pulling back, his eyes wide with almost manic delight. "I knew you wanted to touch me again!"
"THIS IS NOT A JOKE!" Owen yelled, trying to pull the boy towards the hallway.
Bran resisted again, grabbing the teacher in a similar manner.
Owen knew that any control he had over the situation was gone, he was panicked, at a complete loss for what to do. The only thing he could think was to get the boy out of the apartment, but every move he attempted to make was resisted. As his hands slipped off of the boy's bare shoulders, the petulant teen leaned into him, wrapping his arms around him fully in a tight bear hug.
The teacher tried to pull away, but Bran was clamped on tight. They struggled against each other, staggering around first towards the hallway, then away from it. Still trying to get free, Owen moved back and hit the sofa. The momentum tipped him back and the two tumbled, almost onto the sofa but just missing it, instead deflecting onto the floor.
Breathing heavily and grunting from the exertion, they came to a stop, tangled in each other, Bran on his back and Owen on top. "Bran, you've got to stop this! No means no!" Owen insisted.
"You haven't... said no!" Bran panted, very much aware of the phrase and just beginning to question his own veracity.
Owen flinched at the observation. "Please. I can't do this," he pleaded, anger melting away as fear took over instead.
Bran tried to raise his hand, but it was pinned to his side. He looked Owen in the eye and nodded gently and the teacher moved enough to release the limb. Bran raised it, slowly, not wanting it to seem like he was attacking and gently brushed the man's cheeks with his fingertips.
Owen shook his head silently, but as he felt Bran slide his fingers round, gripping the back of his neck and pulling gently, he complied. Their faces grew closer, nose to nose, forehead to forehead, eyes fixed on each other, their ragged breaths intermingling.
"It's okay," Bran whispered.
They stared into each other for a few more moments before they moved in unison to unite their lips. Bran let out an almost imperceptible whimper while Owen seemed to melt into it, his resistance fading into nothing as he felt gentle hands holding him.
The kiss was delicate, a first tentative acceptance of what had probably been inevitable, but it quickly gave way to a deeper passion that flowed back and forth between the two entwined figures. Bran felt the lips pressing against his own more forcefully as fingers found their way into his hair, teasing the mess of golden brown waves. In return, he held the man on top of him even tighter, their bodies already pressed together but a desperate desire to be as close to him as possible filling him up.
By the time their tongues met, Bran was groaning with pure delight. Eventually their desire was outmatched by their need to breathe, both having begun the embrace breathless from their violent fumbling. Owen pulled away a little and the face he saw looking back at him felt brand new. He had known Bran as the timid new arrival. He had known him as the confident flirt always ready with a quip. Now though, he was something else entirely. He lay there managing to look both angelically innocent and devilishly tempting all at once.
"I knew..." Bran started, but was silence by a finger on his lips.
"Shut up!" Owen said with a smirk.
"You don't even know what I was going to say!" Bran insisted, then took the man's finger into his mouth and sucked on it playfully.
Owen let out a surprised but pleasured grunt, but shook his head and replied, "No, but whatever it was, I'm certain 'shut up' would have been the correct response!"
Bran raised an eyebrow at the comment, but remained silent as he let his tongue playfully swirl around the digit.
Owen exhaled, but it came out shaky. He felt nervous. He hadn't been nervous being with a guy since... well, he couldn't even remember, but it had been a while. He knew that by Kingswood standards, this was not entirely unheard of, but it was a line he had never crossed before, or intended to and it niggled at his conscience. Still mesmerised by the boy's angelic beauty, he began to ask, "Are you sure..."
"Shut up!" Bran said, placing a finger on the man's mouth just as he had received moments before.
Owen chuckled and couldn't resist replying, "You don't even know what I was going to say!"
"No," Bran replied, sounding for a moment like he would continue the repetition, then said, "But I'm pretty sure the appropriate response is 'just fucking kiss me already'!"
Bran sat up, grabbing the man who shuffled round to straddle his lap, holding each other as their lips met once again. Arms wrapped around torsos, fingertips pressing into each other's backs as they pawed excitedly at one another. Bran's hands found their way down to the bottom of the teacher's t-shirt and quickly yanked it up, their kiss parting to allow the garment to be removed and thrown aside.
The excited teen found himself staring straight into the man's chest. A lifetime of swimming had honed and tightened Owen's muscles to the point where every muscle on his body stood out perfectly, like a living anatomy doll. The golden skin of his chest peppered with the slightest hint of stubble, which Bran noted excitedly that he had never been close enough to pick up on before. His nipples were small, but pert, standing out excitedly from the mounds of his pecs, while the stomach below was tensed into a perfect washboard.
"Bran?" Owen asked, after the boy sat silently for a few moments.
"He's busy, try again later!" Bran mumbled playfully, mesmerised by the body that had fuelled more of his orgasms than any other.
Owen tilted his head down and whispered in the teen's ear, "You're allowed to touch it, you know!"
All at once, the boy's mouth met the centre of the muscled chest and trembling fingers grasped at each of the nipples.
"Ffffffuck me!" Owen gasped as he felt the erotic assault.
Bran pulled back a little, looked up and said, "Don't worry, we'll get to that!" then replaced his left hand with his mouth on the man's nipple.
Owen suddenly pulled away, jumping up onto his feet. As he heard a disappointed whine from Bran, he reached a hand down to him and said, "Relax, we're just getting more comfortable!" Bran took his hand and jumped up too, the two standing face-to-face, kissing again briefly. Owen took the teen's hand and headed out of the living area and through a door to the bedroom. When they got inside, he nudged Bran to sit on the bed then stood back.
The bulge in the man's shorts made two things obvious – he was just as excited about what was happening as Bran visibly was and he was hung! Bran stared at the bulge hungrily, but as Owen grabbed at the waistband he called out, "Wait, don't!" When Owen frowned questioningly, he grinned and said, "Come here and let me!"
Owen nodded and stepped forward. Bran took hold of the bulge with one hand, squeezing it playfully as they both mewed happily together. The teen released the hefty tool and grabbed the waistband, then quickly yanked the shorts down, dropping them around the man's ankles.
"Well hello Mr. B!" Bran said, eyes wide with delight as the young teacher stepped back to let the boy see him.
Much like the man's torso and legs, the crotch was fully-shaved too. Naked and hairless, the man suddenly looked years younger. He could have easily got lost in a crowd of Year 13s and been impossible to pick out, although his cock might have made him easy to spot. What stuck in Bran's mind was how the man ever managed to fit the mighty beast into the speedo that he had clearly worn when developing his tan, a perfect pale outline of the garment highlighting the area. The cock, almost doubtlessly exceeding the nine-inch mark, maybe even pushing ten, stood firmly out from his body, curving upwards and just a little to the right, the foreskin completely retracted to show a chunky, purple head which glistened with a smear of precum. His plum-sized balls hung heavily below, promising a substantial load that Bran was keen to liberate.
As the boy reached out towards him, Owen took hold of the youthful hand and waited for the teen to look him in the eye. "This is... this is a one-off, okay? A one-time thing that can't happen again. Okay?"
Bran nodded eagerly, though with the naked subject of his most erotic fantasies standing before him, he would have agreed to pretty much anything.
Still holding one of Bran's hands, he took hold of the other, moved against him and pushed him back into a laying position, then smiled and kissed him once more. Their naked bodies pressed together, letting them both feel the heat of skin-on-skin for the first time together. Bran suddenly bucked, tossing the man to the side and rolling on top. Looking down at him, his hands pinned above his head, he leaned in to resume the kiss.
"Nuh-uh!" Owen said playfully, repeating the motion in reverse and rolling back on top of the teen. He leaned down as if to kiss him again, but paused as the boy's eyes closed in anticipation and pulled back.
As Bran's eyes popped open, curious where the lips he had been expecting had gone, he saw Owen just staring down at him.
"You... really are beautiful!" Owen said. It was as much for himself as it was for Bran, a feeling he had kept inside, a fact that had grown over the years that, even without what was about to happen, would still remain true.
"No one's ever called me that before," Bran said back, barely louder than a whisper.
Owen let a hand caress the teen's cheek, raising up to brush hair away from his eyes then grinned and said, "That's probably cos you've never shut up long enough to let them!"
"Oof, low blow!" Bran said, feigning hurt.
"Speaking of low blows..." Owen said playfully, pulling back a bit to allow his face to drop to Bran's chest.
Bran's fists clenched tightly, grabbing the bed tightly as he felt lips on his chest. Fingers teased his nipples as the teacher began kissing his way down. His head was resting on the bed, eyes closed, lost in the exciting sensations until he felt warm breath on his cock. He lifted his head and looked down just in time to see Owen poke out his tongue, press it onto the base of his cock and slide it firmly all the way to the tip. He let out a pleasured whimper as his eyes rolled back and his head dropped back onto the bed.
After repeating the lick a few more times, enjoying the way the teen writhed with pleasure as he did it, he wrapped his hand around the shaft and lifted the cock so he could wrap his lips around the head.
"Oh shit!" Bran squeaked, shuddering from head to toe.
Owen reached down and gave his own cock a quick stroke, but let go, wanting to leave himself for Bran to enjoy in the same way he was currently enjoying the teen. He shifted up to lay on the bed beside him. As he nuzzled his face into the boy's neck, getting a series of happy mews and moans, he let his hand explore the boy's body.
Bran's hand, laying limply by his side, stirred a little, finding its way onto the man's cock. He stroked it a little, making it burp up a small glob of precum. Bran wrapped his fingers around the shaft, just below the glans, then allowed his thumb to press into the slippery liquid and spread it around the head.
"Fuck," Owen whispered as he felt the teasing digit on his meat. The more the thumb slid around, the better it felt, making it spit up more precum which Bran continued to spread around. He let his own hand slide down, but bypassed the teen's straining cock and caressed a thigh.
Bran parted his legs as he felt the man's hand, more on pure instinct than from any desire for anything in particular to happen. Owen happily took advantage of the spreading legs and slid his hand back up, grazing the boy's balls before letting a couple if fingers slide down to encircle his hole.
"I... I've never..." Bran stuttered, sounding uncharacteristically unconfident.
Owen immediately pulled his hand away.
"No!" Bran said, raising a hand to grab Owen's. "I wasn't saying stop!" He gave a nervous but sincere smile.
Owen leaned over and kissed him again as he let his hand return to the boy's hole. He let his fingers caress the tight ring, first going round in circles before letting his finger flick back and forth across it, feeling Bran's body writhe and judder in response.
Owen pulled his lips away from Bran's but immediately replaced them with his finger, putting it in the boy's mouth as he instructed, "Get it nice and wet!"
Bran happily complied, slobbering over the finger, knowing what was to come. His own hand flexed, squeezing another glob of precum from the teacher's cock as the finger was pulled out and pressed against his sphincter.
"Try to relax, it'll help," Owen whispered, then licked Bran's ear. "And if it hurts, just say stop!"
"I'll never want you to stop!" Bran said dreamily, nestling against the man's bare body.
Owen chuckled. "That's really sweet, but seriously, I don't wanna hurt you!"
"You won't!" Bran reassured him, then gasped as he felt the finger applying pressure and beginning to slip inside. "Oh fuck. Mr B! Keep going!" he pleaded.
The ring gripped tightly around Owen's finger as he slid it in a little more, still worried that the boy's desire might be outstripping his capacity. He need not have worried, his finger continued to slide in until it was all the way in. A quick look at Bran's face showed pure ecstasy.
"You ready for this?" Owen asked with a playful grin.
Bran frowned a little and began to ask, "For w..." but his words turned into an unintelligible whimper as the man's finger tapped on his prostate. "Holy fuck!" he whimpered as the finger tapped on the sensitive gland a few more times. His cock throbbed, threatening to release a load untouched.
Owen felt the boy looking at him, his expression a mix of pleasure and sheer reverence. Whether from the fingering, or simply from finally experiencing the man he had lusted after for so long, the boy was transfixed. Usually he would have slid in a second finger, but from what Bran had implied and the tightness he already felt on the solo digit, it may have been too much for the teen to take.
"Can I... suck you?" Bran asked.
Owen felt a strange twinge in his stomach at the question. On one hand, Bran was clearly eager to do more, but the sweet innocence of actually asking to do it suddenly brought back a jolt of their teacher/student dynamic. The boy's thumb still spreading the precum over the head of his cock soon brought him right back into it though.
"Okay, stay where you are!" Owen instructed, then moved around, letting out a low grunt as he felt Bran's fingers finally leave his cock, though he knew an even more pleasurable sensation was to come.
With his finger still inside the boy, he straddled the boy, placing his own face over the teen's straining tool and dangling his own over Bran's face. As he licked at the cock once again, he was surprised to feel Bran's tongue starting on his balls. He had expected the excited teen to go straight for the thick meat, seeking a quick orgasm, so it was a pleasant surprise. Owen decided to copy the boy, letting his tongue probe at the slightly-fuzzy scrotum.
Bran took one of the man's balls into his mouth, lashing at it with his tongue and immediately felt Owen copy. He popped it out and took in the other one. Once again, Owen imitated. He almost shot his load at the simple realisation that the man above him was allowing him to take the lead, that whatever he did to the teacher would be done back to him in return. The only real difference between the two was Bran had a finger in his butt and Owen didn't. That had to change.
Bran reached up and scooped some of the precum from the head of Owen's cock with one finger, then reached up to press it against the man's hole. He began to push in, feeling only minimal resistance as it slid all the way in to his knuckle. That was when the real puppet show began. Bran started manoeuvring his finger while licking and sucking the teacher's cock and balls, moaning happily as every motion was mimicked.
Owen noted with amusement how the delectable assault on his downstairs would slow every time Bran got close, clearly not wanting to cum yet, so he made sure to slow his motions as well and keep the boy pleasured but not to the point of ejaculation. Their mutual teasing continued for several minutes, both ending up panting and sweaty.
Eventually, Owen sat up. He was about to climb away, realising he was virtually sat on Bran's face when he felt the tongue on his hole. "FUCK!" he yelled out as he shuddered.
Bran's cock throbbed as he lay there, hands kneading at the man's buttocks, keeping them spread as he licked and probed at the hole with his tongue. He had never rimmed anyone before, and had not planned to do so, but the hole was right there and had proven impossible to resist.
After letting the teen rim him for a few minutes, Owen climbed off and looked down at him. "I wanna make you cum!" he growled.
Bran grinned and said back dreamily, "And I wanna let you!"
The teacher chuckled, then reached down to a drawer beside the bed. The drawer, like everything else in the room, belonged to Mr Trent, so it had been somewhat of a surprise when he had snooped a little and found some very interesting toys and supplies. While he didn't want to invade the other teacher's privacy too much, he was sure the other man wouldn't miss a single condom and a little lube from the large bottle.
Bran looked at the condom nervously as Owen knelt back up, eyes widened. "Are you gonna..." he started, but trailed off a little.
"No, but you are!" Owen replied, ripping it open. Bran actually looked even more nervous at the reality, so much so that the teacher paused and frowned a little. "But only if you want to!" he added.
"Oh fuck yes I want to!" Bran said excitedly, grinning broadly. He let out a happy low growl as he felt the condom being rolled down his shaft, then massaged with a handful of lubricant. "Do I need to move?" Bran asked. In his years at the school, he had seen plenty of fucking, but rarely partaken in it himself. The few times he had been involved, it had always been doggy-style.
"Nope, let me do this," Owen said, straddling the teen once again and gently lowering himself onto the rigid cock.
Both their jaws fell slightly agape as the cock began to slide inside. Bran could barely believe it. An hour ago, the man had been nothing more than an eternally-resistant subject of his fantasies and now here was was, naked, chunky cock bobbing ahead of him, sliding down onto Bran's stiff tool.
As Owen began to raise and lower himself on the boy's dick, clenching on each upward slide, relaxing on the downs, he leaned forward. His hands grabbed at Bran's, their fingers interlocking as he pinned them to the bed either side of his head, then lowered his mouth to kiss him once more.
The hands were the first indication of what was about to happen, Bran's fingers clenching more tightly against Owen's, then he began to moan excitedly into his mouth, finally his hips bucked as the cock pulsated, shooting inside the man.
Owen sat up, groaning happily as he felt the warmth of the spunk contained within the condom. Moments later, both of Bran's hands were on his cock, one stroking the shaft while the other teased the head. The cock in his ass, the naked, sweaty boy beneath him, the shaky hands teasing him, it was all enough to push him over the edge. His hefty balls tightened as his cock erupted, shooting straight up into the air. The first shot hadn't even landed before the second followed, a veritable fountain of cum spraying all over both naked figures as they watched on in pleasured delight.
Finally spent, Owen leaned to the side and collapsed onto the bed. Bran quickly followed, pulling his body against the older man's as he felt strong arms wrapping around him. They lay together, drenched in sweat and spunk, both breathing rhythmically as they caught their breaths, enjoying a calm, peaceful silence.
Eventually, Bran looked up at the teacher and smiled. He got a grin back. "You really need a shower!" Owen said, seeing the bedraggled-looking boy.
"Can we do it together?" Bran asked sweetly, his hand casually stroking back and forth across Owen's chest.
They climbed off the bed and headed into the bathroom, stepping under the warm spray together. The entire time they spent showering, they barely let go of each other. Both were hard again within moments and while they played with each other and themselves, it didn't descend into full-on debauchery.
They dried off and wandered out of the bathroom, standing naked as they held each other. Owen considered asking Bran to leave right then, knowing this had already gone further than it should have, but somehow they still ended up back on the bed, cuddling together peacefully.
"I'm sorry," Bran whispered out of nowhere.
"What for?" Owen asked, confused.
"For... for earlier," Bran said nervously. "I know... you wanted this as much as I did, but... the way I did it... I'm sorry!"
Owen took a deep breath in and sighed. "Yeah, that was... look, that sort of thing could go badly. It didn't and... honestly... part of me is glad about what you did, but you shouldn't do that again."
"Okay," Bran said meekly, but then smiled and added, "But you're glad things went this way? Really?"
Owen smiled back, leant down and kissed the boy's forehead and said, "Really!"
"Me too," Bran said happily. "So do I... get to stay? I mean, if this is a one-time thing, I wanna get every second out of it I can!"
Owen knew he should get the boy to leave, that he should do everything possible to make sure the others never knew and nor did anyone else, but holding the naked, sleepy teen, he knew that wasn't going to happen. Aside from not wanting to disappoint Bran by asking him to leave, he genuinely wanted the boy to stay, to sleep by his side, to be there when he woke up. "You can stay!" he whispered.
If you enjoy my writing, please support me on patreon at https://www.patreon.com/matterotica or check out my other stories on Nifty, links below
The Benny Saga (in reading order) Benny Takes Control - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/ The Dangers of Desire - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/ Benny's House - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/
Other Series Possession - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/ Jack Hamilton - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/ Phil's Naked Adventures - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/ Tales from Kingswood - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/
One-shots The Art of Seduction - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction Jake's Exposure - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure Becoming an Internet Master - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master Brian's Big Mistake - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake And Then It Got Worse - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse