Half Term at Kingswood

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Half-Term at Kingswood ----------------------

Day 6 -----

Thursday 24 October 2019

The alarm sounded from one side of Owen, but as he reached across to silence it and turn on the lamp, a noise continued from his other side.

"Nnnnnnhgggg!" Bran groaned miserably.

"Sorry bud, it's time," Owen said, turning to the teen beside him. He already had one beneath him from the position they had slept in, but as rolled back he draped his other arm across Bran, letting his hands meet. As he linked his fingers together, he gave the boy a playful squeeze and kissed his forehead gently.

"Mmmmmmfffff!" Bran grumbled again, nuzzling his head against the teacher's jaw.

"Those very valid points aside, it's still time to wake up!" Owen insisted.

"Cock and food!" Bran croaked groggily.

Owen giggled and shook his head. "What?" he asked, a little lost.

"Cock and food. Unless you're putting one of those in me, there is NO valid reason to wake me up!" Bran insisted, keeping his eyes tightly closed in hopes of returning to sleep.

"Hey, we've been lucky so far, but you not being in your bed when the others wake up is gonna arouse too much suspicion if it happens every day!" Owen reasoned. While he hated the idea of Bran going, self-preservation was still a top priority for the rule-breaking teacher.

Bran let out another grunt and reluctantly opened just one eye. He glanced up and couldn't help smiling at the sight of Owen grinning back at him. "Oh my God!" he exclaimed as he glanced across at the clock. "Why so fucking early?" he demanded, still enjoying the novelty of openly swearing in front of a teacher. "The others won't be up for hours!"

"I know, but I thought if I was waking you up this early, I should at least make it worth your while before you leave!" Owen said with an impish grin.

Bran's other eye shot open. "Oh, look at that, I'm suddenly wide awake!"

"Oh, funny that!" Owen said, shaking his head in amusement as he tilted his head down to kiss the boy.

A few moments later, as Bran pulled his head back a little he giggled.

"Something funny?" Owen asked, not quite sure how to take the reaction.

Bran continued to chuckle as he nodded. "Just thinking about yesterday! You looked SO fucking hot jerking off by the pool!" As if to emphasise the point, Bran pressed his erection against the man's bare leg, the tip leaving a slight smear of pre-cum in its wake.

Owen blushed, partly because he felt his own dick swell in response, but mostly because it was something he had never imagined he would do, nor could he imagine ever doing such a thing again. Just being with Bran already filled his head with enough fears and anxieties to make him never sleep well again, but to openly engage in sexual activity in front of six students... it was simply unthinkable, and yet... he had done it.

"Okay, that doesn't happen again!" Owen said, not sounding quite as stern as he had likely hoped to.

"Of course, nobody likes a repeat!" Bran said, still sniggering to himself.

"Bran, I'm serious!" Owen said, frowning. "What we're doing is already risky enough for me without doing things like that. You do understand what would happen to me if other people found out, don't you?"

The smile dropped from Bran's face as he nodded solemnly. "Yeah. Yeah I do. I'm sorry, I was just... it was... it was fun and exciting and..."

"Aww, hey," Owen said softly, raising a hand to caress the teen's cheek. "I don't wanna make you feel bad. It actually was exciting, I'm just saying... maybe let's keep the excitement in here, okay?"

"Okay," Bran said, smiling again.

"And speaking of excitement..." Owen said, reaching under the covers. He grabbed Bran's cock, getting a pleasured moan in response.

"Two words for you... sixty-nine!" Bran said, his eyes almost flashing with anticipation.

"Actually, it's hyphenated so it's just one word," Owen corrected the boy.

"Oh, okay," Bran said, nodding with a blank expression. "Let's not such each other's dicks, let's talk about grammar instead!"

"Sounds good to me," Owen said, calling the boy's bluff. "So there are actually several types of hyphen..."

"Oh my God, shut up and suck my dick!" Bran said, laughing as he jumped up and shifted round.

Owen let out a low moan as he felt Bran's mouth envelop his semi-hard cock. He grabbed at the teen, gripping his fingers into his buttocks to pull him close to lash at the solid cock with his tongue. He felt his own cock rapidly stiffening in the warm, wet chasm, Bran's lips tightly clamped around the base, slowly reaching further down his throat as it lengthened.

Bran finally reached his limit as his gag reflex kicked in and he coughed a little as he pulled off, looking happily at the man's now-solid tool. "Mmmm, I love your cock!"

"Thanks, I'm pretty fond of it myself!" Owen said with a smirk, then licked at Bran's cock again, feeling it tense and press against his tongue. "I'm growing pretty fond of yours too!"

"Good, then hurry up and suck it. I gotta cum SO bad!" Bran insisted before taking the man's throbbing meat back into his mouth.

"Oh, so I shouldn't take my time," Owen started, licking the boy's slightly sweaty balls, "And keep teasing then?"

Bran pulled off once again and shook his head. "No, you just need to suck it before I tie you down and just fuck you right in the face!" he sucked down Owen's cock again but it only lasted a moment before he pulled back once more and said, "Actually that sounds freakin' hot!"

"You want to tie me up?" Owen asked. The boy's desire was obvious simply from the way his cock visibly throbbed at the question. "Well maybe that's something for tonight!"

Bran choked, more from the question than the penis halfway down his throat. "You'll let me?" he spluttered.

Owen grasped the boy's cock and licked hard from base to tip, then sighed and said, "I know I'll regret saying this, but I reckon at this point I'd let you do whatever you wanted to me!"

"Ugh, fuck!" Bran grunted as his cock throbbed in Owen's hand and began to shoot.

While the first shot caught them both by surprise, splashing messily between their bodies, Owen's mouth was around the spasming head in time to swallow the rest of the load.

Whimpering from the unexpectedly intense orgasm, Bran had Owen's cock back in his mouth. The mixture of Bran's pleasured noises and eager sucking had Owen close to orgasm already. It was only when the student raised a hand and teased Owen's hole that he shot his own load into Bran's eager mouth.

Bran had just licked the last remnants of spunk from the man's cock when he shuffled back round to lay face-to-face with him.

"I'm sorry," Bran said shyly, feeling more than a little awkward about cumming so quickly and relatively untouched.

"Don't be!" Owen insisted. "Did what I said really turn you on that much?"

Bran, who was already looking uncharacteristically shy, nodded gently. He looked on the verge of saying something but was clearly holding back until Owen reached up, caressed his cheek, kissed him gently and nodded reassuringly. "I... have a... a lot of fantasies about you and the thought of... getting to do them... it was a lot to handle!"

'Two more days' Owen suddenly thought to himself. 'He's only mine for two more days!' It was almost enough to bring him to tears. Composing himself, he let his fingers gently follow the shape of Bran's jaw before coming to rest on his neck which he leaned down and kissed delicately. "Then maybe we can make a few of those fantasies into reality!"

"I'd like that," Bran said dreamily, then let out a quiet sigh. "But I suppose it's time for me to go, is it?"

Owen glanced at the clock and shook his head. He held Bran in his arms and said softly. "We still have time. What would you like to do?"

"This," Bran said, closing his eyes as he nestled his own bare body against Owen's. "Just this!"

Casey awoke to the sound of quiet squeaking from the next bunk over. It was a sound he was more than used to after years at the school and either meant someone climbing the bunks or jerking off. He opened his eyes and glanced down momentarily at Chris who was splayed across him from their night in bed together. He turned his gaze across to see Bran halfway on, or off, his bunk. "Coming or going?" he whispered.

Bran blushed and held back a smirk. "Coming!" he whispered back. "Didn't mean to disturb you!"

"Well I'm awake now!" Casey said, more a statement of fact than indication of any annoyance. "And I need a shower. You wanna come? We can talk!"

It was still early enough that Bran could get more sleep, but getting Casey alone was a rare opportunity and as he was the only other person who had any idea about him and Owen, so it felt like too good a chance to pass up. He nodded and reversed his direction, climbing back down to the ground.

"Chris," Casey whispered to the boy laying mostly on top of him. "Chris!" he repeated when he got no reaction, gently shaking the boy's shoulder and planting a quick peck on the top of his head.

"Muh!" Chris mumbled, raising his head a little.

"I'm getting up," Casey explained. "Why don't you go join Kyle?"

Chris nodded and climbed down, with Casey shortly behind. Bran stood aside as the zombified twelve-year-old staggered round and collapsed on top of Kyle, not even looking like he had actually woken up while doing it.

Bran suppressed a laugh at the adorable boy as he followed Casey. They both pulled off their boxers and wrapped towels around their waists before creeping out of the dorm.

"So your idea sucked donkey balls!" Casey said bluntly.

Bran frowned. Firstly, he had assumed what Casey wanted to talk about was him and Owen, but he also had no clue what 'idea' Casey was even talking about. "What idea?" he asked quietly as they turned the corner.

"Showing up naked and refusing to leave!" Casey said, shaking his head. He still felt embarrassed about the whole thing with Gabe, and while his old friend seemed to be mostly understanding, there was still an awkward conversation to be had.

"Oh my God, you actually tried it?" Bran asked, laughing at the thought of anyone else doing what he had done to Owen. Then he frowned again and asked, "Wait, when was this? And who? Oh my God! Gabe! Did you and Gabe... are you... did you..."

"Geez, chill your tits and quiet down. You know the walls have ears in this place!" Casey said, glancing round. Their voices echoed a little around the large atrium and he knew Gabe could easily be anywhere working. He pushed the door open to the shower room and gestured for Casey to go inside.

"So what happened?" Bran demanded as soon as the door closed behind them.

Casey rolled his eyes and sighed. "He pretty much laughed in my face!"

"You sure he wasn't laughing at something else?" Bran asked with a giggle, playfully flicking the slight bulge of Casey's cock through the towel.

"Fuck you!" Casey said, sniggering.

"You know I'm kidding! He really said no? I can literally not imagine anyone saying..." Bran started, looking the half-naked sixteen-year-old up and down, "No to all this!"

Casey gave a wry grin. "Charmer! Well... he did. He's just, I dunno, not interested I guess!"

Bran looked thoughtful for a moment. "Why are you even bothered? You don't even do the whole relationship thing!"

"Who told you that?" Casey asked. His feelings on relationships at school was not something he talked about widely and he had only shared it with Chris, Kyle and Dusty a couple of days earlier over lunch at McDonalds.

"I was eavesdropping on Tuesday. Or rather, doing whatever I could to ignore Mr B!" Bran explained. At the time, Bran and the teacher had not been on the best of terms yet had been stuck on the next table over when Casey explained his opposition to school-based relationships.

It was Casey's turn to snigger. "You're fucking him and you still call him Mr B!"

Bran looked more mortified at the comment than Casey had out in the hallway. "Shhh!" he hissed. "Not so fucking loud!"

Knowing they needed as much privacy as possible, he said quickly, "Okay, come on then!" as he opened the door to one of the shower cubicles. He nodded for Bran to go in.

"Together?" Bran asked, blushing a little.

"Well we're gonna talk about this shit, and I doubt you want us shouting between cubicles, do you?" Casey asked.

Bran quickly shook his head and stepped in, closely followed by Casey as he turned on the shower. A moment later, both had their towels hung on the back of the door and stood together, half under the warm spray of the shower.

"So things with you and Owen then..." Casey started them off.

Bran gave a shy grin and nodded. "Yeah, it's..." He sighed. "It's only gonna last for a couple more days, which really sucks, but for now it's fucking amazing, so I'm just... ya know... enjoying the ride!"

Casey shook his head and smiled, though his brow was furrowed. "How do you do that?"

"Well the first step is to make sure you lubricate REAAAALLY well..." Bran started, smirking.

"Not that!" Casey snapped, punching him playfully in the arm. "I mean... how are you with someone, knowing it's going to end, but still be okay with it?"

"Oh," Bran said, the smile dropping from his face. He lowered his head and leaned it forward a moment, letting the warm spray soak his hair. He pulled back, shaking his head like a shaggy dog emerging from a puddle. "Honestly... I'm dying," he said, seemingly having used the water to try and conceal imminent tears. "Like, honestly, the thought of going back to 'normal' next week feels like dying!"

Casey raised a hand to gently stroke the younger student's arm comfortingly. "Then... why put yourself through that?" he asked, genuinely struggling to understand how any could subject themselves to such feelings willingly.

"Because of today!" Bran answered honestly.

Casey looked a little confused. "What's today?" he asked, wondering if they had some big plans.

Bran's whole face lit up in the biggest smile. "Today's a day where I get to be with him. Even if it's just a sneaky kiss here and there or... or holding his hand in secret... or tying him up and fucking him senseless tonight..." he paused, grinning a moment at the thought. "It's him and it's me, together. So sure, next week I may regret it when I feel like the world is nothing but misery and pain, but I would ALWAYS rather regret spending days with him than spending days without him!"

Casey nodded, taking it all in. It made sense, but then the 'get naked and don't leave' idea had made also sense at the time and look how that turned out, so he did question his own judgment for a moment, as well as Bran's wisdom. Unlike the idea though, this did actually seem like there was some intelligence to it. "Hnnh, you're a lot smarter than you look!" he said, nodding gently.

"Thanks," Bran said with a grin that quickly faded as he asked, "Wait, was that even a compliment?"

Kyle wasn't sure which had woke him, the hand on his cock or the lips on his neck, maybe both, but as consciousness crept back into his head he let out a sweet sigh of utter contentment. He knew it was Chris, not just for the fact that there wasn't exactly a queue of boys waiting to pleasure him awake, but because of the smell. The slight aroma of sweat that was beginning to hint at the terrors yet to come from puberty, mixed with the body spray he knew his friend loved to douse himself in, but there was something else, something that he couldn't quite place, just something he had come to accept as 'uniquely Chris'.

Neither of them spoke as Kyle began to move, instead letting their hands, mouths and bodies communicate everything that was needed. Kyle's cock was in Chris' hand and it was hard. Chris' cock was pressed against Kyle's thigh, also hard. While a plethora of kisses awaited them, that was secondary to the attention their mutual arousal demanded.

Chris was gently humping the other boy's leg, desperate for stimulation which soon came in the form of Kyle's slender fingers grasping him. The hand felt so gentle, partly from Kyle's naturally timid, reserved nature, but the digits were so soft and supple. Kyle's fingertips were a little more rough, worn already by years of playing his guitar, though right now it was a smaller instrument he was strumming.

Both boys let out a deep, shuddery breath of mutual relaxation as they lay sleepily, alternating between long gazes and long kisses. They worked each other's cocks, though the initial urgency of release was slowly giving way to the sheer joy of their quiet moment of togetherness.

Chris tilted his head back, eyes closed as Kyle's lips began kissing down his jaw and onto his neck, the kisses slowly growing longer, lips parting to let his tongue tease the other boy's silky-smooth skin. Each lash of the tongue began to draw mews and moans and whimpers from Chris, spurring Kyle on to explore further. As his lips moved up, delicately grazing Chris' ear, the simultaneous intake of breath and cock throb told him he had struck gold.

Kyle let his tongue trace the shape of Chris' ear, up round the outside, down round the inside before letting his lip-covered teeth nibble at the boy's lobe. The sounds he made were like nothing Kyle had ever heard, a sound of such pure, innocent pleasure. As Chris lost himself in it, his hand loosened on Kyle's cock, but a slight nudge of the straying hand soon prompted it back to its teasing pace.

It wasn't long until Chris' muted moans gave way to open-mouthed pants of anticipation. He was clearly on the verge of release and the pure thrill of having him so close to ecstasy had Kyle similarly poised for completion. With an excited grin, the two boys stared into each other for a moment, kissed and shot both of their loads together.

With their bodies entwined and their hands still pumping as eagerly as their cocks, they were soon covered in a mix of their collective cum as the need for oxygen outweighed the need to kiss and they parted, just enough to catch their breath. As the spunk, and their passion, began to slowly cool they lay still wrapped in each other, contentedly cuddling.

"Why don't we do stuff like that any more?" Benji asked grumpily from the other side of the room.

Chris and Kyle blushed, looked over at once to see Benji and Eric sat together on Benji's bunk, watching them. The comment, the expression of annoyance on Eric's face and the realisation their private intimate moment had not really been so private made both boys burst into absolute hysterics.

"So who's up for another movie?" Dusty asked as the credits rolled.

The boys had gone into the Common Room straight after breakfast and let Dusty choose a movie for them to watch. They had deliberately spread themselves out so that Chris/Kyle and Eric/Benji couldn't spend the whole movie making out, seemingly intended to be considerate of Dusty's love of movies as well as how much he was missing his own boyfriend.

"Ugh, no more movies," Chris moaned from the floor. He was laying on his back, feet up on the sofa, headed tilted back to watch the screen upside-down.

"Pool tournament?" Bran asked, looking across to the table a short way behind them.

"I'm so sick of pool!" Eric complained.

"Video games?" Dusty suggested. The sound of disdain he got in response immediately dismissed the idea.

"I wanna go outside!" Chris complained, tilting his head to the side to glance at the window. The rain was torrential, just as it had been all morning, although in the last few minutes, it had been accompanied by flashes of lightning and quiet rumbles of thunder in the distance.

"Well you can't," Owen said bluntly. He hated days like this. They tended to happen towards the end of the week, when the boys had begun to get bored of the usual forms of entertainment they would jump at. The fact it was raining just made it all the harder. He had planned a day of sports and games today and while the Sports Complex had decent indoor facilities, it was all stuff that he knew the boys would not really muster any interest in.

"There's only one thing for it," Casey said, clearly with a fun idea in mind based on the way he was holding back a grin.

"Yup, twelve-hour mass orgy! I'll go fetch the lube!" Bran said casually, almost sounding serious.

"Not quite," Casey said, shaking his head while Bran got a nudge from Owen who was sat beside him. "It's time for.... pause for dramatic effect..." As he held, deliberately building the tension, there was a flash of lightning. Casey grinned at the excellent timing and finished, "The Sexlympics!" Just as he finished came the rumble of thunder he knew was coming.

The dramatic declaration highlighted by the weather outside got a laugh from the boys, though confusion quickly set it in.

"Oh my God? The Sexlympics? I can't believe it!" Benji declared, matching Casey's dramaticism, before he shrugged and added, "Yeah, I've got no idea what that is!"

"I thought they were just an urban legend, like the midnight farter or that broken shower cubicle actually getting fixed!" Bran added, playing along.

Casey laughed at the comments and shook his head. "You guys are such dicks!"

"Come on then, enlighten us," Eric demanded.

"Personally, I'm kinda liking your orgy idea!" Chris whispered to Bran, getting a laugh and a playful arm thrown around him in response.

"So the Sexlympics, short for sex Olympics, is a selection of games designed to challenge and... stimulate!" Casey explained, grinning.

"And that'll be my cue to leave!" Owen said, standing up.

"No!" Bran whined, grabbing the man's arm, almost launching Chris off of the sofa as he lunged so fast. Bran immediately realised his reaction had been a little too emphatic, blushed and said, "I just mean... we lost Casey yesterday, it'd be a shame to not have everyone together now he's feeling better!"

Owen smiled, knowing the real reason for the reluctance. He actually felt the same. The thought of spending all day with the affectionate teen was more than a little appealing, but they still needed to maintain at least the illusion of a purely platonic relationship. "Sorry dude, safe to say any activity with 'sex' right there in the name is not something a teacher should be involved in!"

Bran looked massively disappointed at the comment but nodded his acceptance. He knew they would definitely be making up for it later.

"So you boys have fun!" Owen said, heading towards the door. "Lunch is at one, I'll leave you in peace until then, but I'm just a message away if you need anything." He opened the door, but leaned back and added, "And I mean anything not Sexlympic-related at least!" He left to the sound of laughter from the boys.

"What are the rules?" Dusty asked eagerly, then frowned and added, "I'm not very... sporty!"

Casey grinned. "I know, and that's perfect. I was thinking you might actually want to be our umpire, judge, referee, all that stuff!"

Dusty's eyes lit up. "So I'd get to watch you guys doing all sorts of sexy stuff, not have to do any of it myself and basically be in charge? Strap in bitches, Dustin's time has come at last!" The eager declaration from the normally reserved boy made the others burst into laughter.

"Couldn't have picked a better person," Eric said with a grin as the others continued laughin.

"This is a team event," Casey explained. "To keep things fair, I was thinking an even spread of ages. So me and Bran on opposite teams, Eric and Benji on opposite teams and Chris and Kyle too. We'll pick at random so nobody can bitch about not being picked or anything."

Casey spent a little time with Dusty going through how the event worked, sharing some of the games he had played or heard of before, but encouraging the Year 8 boy to come up with more of his own. It was a bit of a tradition that the person chosen to mediate the event added at least one new event of their own to the line-up. It was how the activity evolved through the generations.

While Dusty spent some time jotting down his plans and ideas, the others picked the teams. The first team, taking the name 'The Super Studs' consisted of Chris, Eric and Casey, while the second team, choosing the name 'DTW', short for 'Definitely The Winners' was made up of Kyle, Benji and Bran. The trash talking began right away, with both teams confident of victory.

"Okay," Dusty declared, interrupting the trash talk before it could get too personal. "I think we're ready. I've got seven events planned so first team to four events wins will be declared the victors!"

"Wait, what's the prize?" Eric asked. "I wanna know what we're gonna win when we kick your arses!"

Everyone looked to Casey who just shrugged. "Well there's no trophy. It's kinda hard to keep a secret sex competition secret when there's a big-ass trophy on display!"

"So we're just playing for pride? Oooh, such his stakes!" Bran said sarcastically.

"Not at all, the tradition is that the competitors decide what they're playing for. It's usually a forfeit or task of some sort," Casey explained.

"Whadda we think, guys?" Bran asked, looking at Kyle and Benji to his side. "What do we want from these losers when we win?"

"Sex slaves!" Benji declared without missing a beat. He immediately felt the whole group staring at him curiously, aside from Eric whose stare was somewhat more unpleasant. "Each member of the winning team earns one member of the losing team as a sex slave tonight, for one night only! They do whatever they're told!"

"Ooooooh!" the boys chorused.

"I'm taking that as a yes," Dusty said, clearly keen to move on. He looked round, just to check for any disagreement and while the atmosphere between Eric and Benji was palpable, nobody spoke up. "Excellent, so let's get started. For the first event you're gonna need your tops off!"

As the boys began to move, Casey suggested, "Fellas, I think it's safe to say more than that'll be coming off by the end of it. Why don't we save time and..." He stood and yanked down his sweatpants and underwear, grinning.

"And what? Play with Casey? I'm okay with that!" Bran called out cheekily.

"What, you didn't get enough of him in the shower this morning?" Eric asked, sniggering.

Bran blushed a little but just shrugged and insisted, "We were just talking!"

"Mostly!" Casey added, getting a disappointed tut from Bran for giving it away.

"Just get your damn clothes off!" Bran said, already stripping.

Within a minute, all of the boys aside from Dusty had stripped off. As strange as it was to be naked in such a 'public' area of the school, they were all confident Owen would keep his word and give them privacy. Dusty moved the group over to the tables on the opposite side of the room, where he had placed a piece of paper and a pen on two of the tables.

"Okay fellas, line up in your teams!" Dusty instructed. There was some shoving and shuffling as the two teams lined up, a few stray hands poking or teasing their teammates playfully but eventually they got into place so Dusty went on. "Okay, I will show the person at the back of each line a picture. They will then have to 'draw' that picture on the back of the person in front of them.... using their tongue!"

"Oh goody!" Benji said playfully. He was stood in the middle of his team's line-up, with Bran behind him and Kyle in front.

"Fuck's sake," Eric muttered from a few feet away. He was in the same position in his own team, with Chris behind him and Casey in front.

"Problem?" Benji snapped angrily.

"No!" Dusty snapped, louder than anyone in the room had even heard him speak before. "You are NOT doing this! We have put up with your bullshit ALL week and I'm sick of it. You leave that shit outside, you just... just forget it, join in and have fun. You wanna argue, do it later, on your own, in private. Agree to that now or just fuck right off!"

The boys stared at Dusty, many of them literally open-mouthed. Silence lingered for just a moment before Bran, Casey, Kyle and Chris burst into emphatic applause.

"Geez, calm down," Eric muttered sheepishly.

"I know right. Dramatic much!" Benji smirked, getting a grin back from Eric.

"We're sorry," both boys said softly.

Dusty, who had gone bright red, was taking a few deep breaths, seemingly having shocked even himself with his outburst.

"Maybe we should put him in charge more often!" Casey said with a grin.

"I know, this is a Dusty I can really get on board with. I do like it when they know how to take charge!" Bran said, only half joking.

"You two shut it too and back in position, we're gonna start!" Dusty said, holding back a smile. While the older boys were clearly playing, it was clear they were actually quite impressed. "Right, so like I said, they 'draw' the picture on the back of the next person with their tongue. The next person does the same to the person at the front, who then has to draw the shape on the piece of paper. Most accurate drawing wins! Everyone got it?"

"Yes boss," Casey said with a playful grin.

"Bran, Chris, come see the first picture," Dusty instructed. As the two boys approached, he revealed a picture. It was quite simple, just a small collection of shapes rather than anything too elaborate. "Get back to your marks, you'll go when I say go and then you all have one minute to finish. Ready, set... go!"

"Hnnnh!" Benji grunted as he felt Bran's tongue on his back. "Damn, best game ever!" he gasped.

"Stop enjoying it. Shouldn't your tongue be on my back!" Kyle snapped, but ended up letting out an almost identical moan of delight as he felt the teen's tongue contact his bare back. He enjoyed it for a moment before remembering the point of the task.

The other team was more focused, with Chris eagerly but carefully licking the shape onto Eric's back, though it was made harder by the fact Eric was moving as he tried to repeat the movements he was feeling onto Casey's back.

"I'm done drawing, but we still have time, so..." Chris started, then began just licking his way down Eric's spine.

The fourteen-year-old shuddered at the sensation and as he finished drawing the shape onto Casey's back, stood up a little straighter and said, "That's really distracting!"

"Yeah it is!" Benji declared from the side, watching excitedly as the young boy licked his boyfriend.

Eric looked back, mildly annoyed for a moment until he saw Benji's hand was playing with himself.

"Time!" Dusty called out, then moved from the back where he had been watching closely for any cheating to the front. "So this is what you were aiming for!" he declared, holding up the picture.

"Ohhh!" Eric and Benji both said, recognsing the shape now in relation to the licking.

"What?" Kyle asked, confused.

"Yeah, that's not what I felt!" Casey agreed.

"So let's see how you did," said, taking the role of host surprisingly naturally. "Okay, first up, the Super Studs! Well, this is... certainly something!" As he held up the picture Casey had drawn, the group burst into absolute hysterics. It was so far from the original it was basically unrecognisable. "Yeah, I'd be careful about laughing too much, DTW. Here's yours!" He held up the other team's. It was equally bad.

"Oh my God, you guys suck at this!" Kyle admonished his teammates.

Benji threw an arm around Kyle, squeezing around his neck playfully as he declared, "Yeah, but we had fun doing it, and that's really what matters, isn't it?"

"No, winning is what matters, that's why it's a competition!" Dusty said, entirely deadpan. "And speaking of which, I'm awarding this round to the Super Studs!"

"Yes, one event to us. Suck on it losers!" Eric declared, raising his hands and getting a high-five from both teammates.

"Hey, calm down, that's only round one!" Dusty said, shaking his head, getting a snigger from the opposing team. "Now, front person, move to the back!" Once they had got back into place, Dusty showed Kyle and Casey the next picture and started the round.

With a better idea of the sort of thing they were drawing, and spurred on by a growing desire to win, both teams threw their full concentration into round two, being much more deliberate and careful in their licking. While the results drawn by Eric and Benji were still laughably bad, they were clearly better than round one, the point ultimately going to DTW.

"Okay, deciding round for the first event!" Dusty declared, with the positions moved around again. "Aaaand... go!"

The third round was even more intense than the first. The tied score had all six boys eager to claim the first event for their team. Although the forfeit was a factor in all of their minds, it was amusing how quickly the pride of claiming victory had become the actual motivation for most of them.

As Dusty called time, he retrieved the final two pictures and looked at them discretely. "So this is what you were aiming for," he revealed the third picture. "And while the Super Studs did a pretty impressive job..." he revealed their picture, which got a few nods and polite applause as it was definitely the best one so far. "But the win has to go to DTW!" he declared, revealing their picture which was almost entirely accurate to the original.

While applauding, Eric smiled and said, "Looks like DTW has some talented tongues on their team, we'll make sure to put them to good use tonight!"

"You do realise you're losing, don't you?" Bran asked, grinning as he stood with an arm around each of his teammates.

"For now!" Eric replied cockily.

"I should have planned in more time for trash talk," Dusty said, rolling his eyes as he tidied away the papers from the first event. "Okay, event two is up. Now, I don't wanna spoil too much, but three of the events involve one person from each team cumming, so each of you is only allowed to compete in ONE of those events. I should warn you, the final event, if we get to it, may be best saved for... well, let's say the one of you with the best endurance!" Dusty explained.

The explanation got the boys speculating quietly with each other in their teams about what they might be.

After letting the others confer for a few moments, Dusty cleared his throat to draw their attention back and said, "Event two is a very simple race... who can cum first! Each team needs to pick your competitor!"

Both teams moved apart and moved into a huddle, though as they did so, Kyle shot Chris a worried look, getting a weak but supportive smile in response. Kyle was yet to cum in front of, or with, anyone except Chris. While the game was clearly exciting to him – he had been just as hard as the rest of the boys during the last event – the fear of failure was growing by the second.

"Okay, well three events and this one's speed. I guarantee one of the others is distance! Is either of you a shooter?" Bran asked completely casually. In any other situation, such a personal question would have likely been met with embarrassment and reluctance, but the close and intimate bond that the week together had developed meant most of that was immediately swept aside.

"Oh yeah, I'm your man for that!" Benji said, grinning. "Eric's pretty good at that too, but I'm pretty sure I can beat him!"

"Excellent. And I've got a pretty good idea what the third one is, but whadda you say, little man? Think you've got more endurance than me?" Bran asked, giving Kyle a reassuring squeeze. He could see the boy's nervousness clearly.

Kyle let out a gentle sigh and shook his head. "Probably not!" he conceded.

Bran nodded and said, "Then that means you're up for this event!" As Kyle's expression turned from nervousness to abject fear, Bran let his hand gently stroke down and back up the boy's back. "Hey, relax. This is all meant to be fun. Just do your best and try to have fun, no pressure from us, I promise! And you ever wanna stop, you just have to say. Nobody'll mind!"

Kyle smiled. He thought with Chris on the opposing team that he was entirely without support, but Bran's words and the supportive nod from Benji put him much more at ease. While he still wouldn't have described himself as being at ease about the event now, at least he wasn't quite so scared as he had been.

"Okay, who've you picked?" Dusty asked, feeling the teams had been given plenty of time to decide.

"We're going with Kyle!" Bran said confidently, giving the boy's back another gentle stroke.

"And we're going with Eric!" Casey declared from the opposite team.

"Perfect," Benji whispered to Bran. "If he's in this one, the distance one is in the bag!"

"Right, Kyle, Eric, over here," Dusty said, calling the two boys over.

"Can't I stay here?" Kyle asked nervously, feeling reassured by his teammates' proximity.

"Sorry, need to make sure there's no... outside assistance," Dusty insisted, then smiled and looked at the ground where he was stood. It was hard-wood floor, whereas the other side of the room, where DTW had huddled, was carpeted. "Plus easier clean-up too!" It got a laugh from the others.

"Okay, easy rules. When I say go, you can begin. No interference from teammates, and no use of... additional implements. Beyond that, stimulate yourselves any way you like. Whoever cums first gets a win for their team! Are we ready?"

"Hell yeah!" Benji said, watching excitedly as his boyfriend squared off against Kyle.

"I was... talking to the actual competitors," Dusty said with a wry grin.

"Oh, sorry!" Benji said sheepishly, blushing a little at his own enthusiasm.

"So, competitors... are you ready?" Dusty asked.

"Yeah!" Eric said confidently.

Kyle just gulped and nodded silently.

"Then let's get it started. In three, two, one... begin!" Dusty instructed.

Kyle and Eric both grabbed their cocks. Although the majority of the people in the room were naked, it still felt strangely exposing to be stood there so openly touching themselves in front of everyone. Eric was soon hard in his own grip and excitedly pumping away while Kyle was somewhat slower to stiffen.

"Come on, you can do it!" "Go for it!" "You've got this!" The cheers from the four spectating teammates were nothing but supportive, the trash talk tossed aside in some unspoken agreement. In reality they could all imagine themselves in Eric and Kyle's position, and likely would experience something similar by the end of the Sexlympics. As much as the boys liked to tease each other and wanted the victory, masturbation was a clearly sacred act to them and not something to be insulted or mocked.

Despite the reassurance from his team and the genuinely caring atmosphere, Kyle's nerves had completely taken over and while Eric was visibly close to release, his nervous opponent had barely even gotten fully hard yet.

Chris was just on the verge of stepping in and asking for the event to end when Eric let out a pleasured moan and began to ejaculate. Just as Benji had said, the boy could really go the distance, his first shot flying several feet before landing on the wooden floor with an audible splat.

"And we have a winner!" Dusty declared, before Eric had even finished shooting.

Kyle eagerly dropped his hand away, feeling ashamed of his inability to perform, but he was grabbed by his teammates and celebrated every bit as much as Eric was by the others. "I'm sorry," he whispered to Bran and Benji.

"Hey relax, bud. We're all good!" Bran reassured him.

"So that's a point to the Super Studs, meaning after two events the Sexlympics are tied at one-all. Stay tuned, folks, the Sexlympics will be right back after this brief interlude!" Dusty declared, looking off into the distance.

"Who are you talking to?" Benji asked, looking first at Dusty, then in the direction he was looking and back again.

"Nobody, just playing!" Dusty said with a grin.

Owen was sat in his temporary apartment, happily working away. He had already managed to get through the remainder of the coming half term's lesson plans and had now moved onto preparing a training schedule for Chris now he had agreed to extra swimming coaching. When he heard a knock at the door, he grinned and eagerly jumped to his feet. He figured it would most likely be Bran, having found some way to excuse himself or sneak away from the others. As he rushed to the door and opened it, he found Gabe stood there instead.

"Oh!" Owen said at the unexpected visitor.

"Expecting someone else?" Gabe asked with a slightly awkward smile.

"Erm... no," Owen said unconvincingly. "You okay? Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I just..." Gabe started, then paused and frowned as he let out a sigh. "I was hoping we could talk!"

"Sure, come in," Owen said, leading the way back inside. It was strange seeing Gabe back at the school. When Owen first started, the young man had been starting his final year. The Year 13s had seemed so mature compared to the younger students at the time, especially as he himself had been so young, barely more than a half-dozen years older than them. They took a seat on either end of the sofa and turned a little to face each other as Owen asked, "What's up?"

Gabe looked ready to speak, but remained silent, taking a deep breath. He repeated it several times before eventually asking, "Can you promise this stays between us?"

Owen was understandably concerned by the request. "That really depends what you've done!" he answered honestly.

"Nothing!" Gabe insisted. "I haven't done anything, it's... it's just a situation that... that might lead to... to doing things that... are wrong!"

Owen wasn't entirely sure he followed, but at least it sounded like Gabe hadn't done anything that would require him to take action, so he offered, "If we're just talking theoretically, then yes, it can stay between us!"

Gabe nodded and hesitated a moment again. "Have you ever... done anything... with any of the students?" Gabe asked cautiously.

"No!" Owen reacted instantly, although at the same time he found himself thinking, 'I've been fucked by a student right here on this sofa'. He took a moment to consider the question and asked, "Why are you asking? Have you?"

"No!" Gabe reacted just as emphatically, but thought, 'I'd certainly like to!' He sighed again and said, "There's a student who has... well, let's just say, made his feelings known to me!"

"Casey?" Owen asked immediately. As Gabe blushed and struggled to word a follow-up question, Owen added, "Not hard to figure out!"

Gabe nodded reluctantly. "Okay, so yeah, Casey. He's... he's come onto me, pretty hard and I was just wondering how you handle that sort of thing!"

Owen chuckled. "So you've just assumed I've had it happen to me too?" he asked, slightly flattered.

Gabe shrugged. "There's two hundred horny gay, bi and bi-curious students and you're pretty much as hot a teacher as they're gonna get. I'd say it's a safe bet!" he said with a grin. He himself had always though Owen was pretty hot. He looked thoughtful for a moment and then added, "And then there's Bran!"

Owen felt his cheeks redden as he asked awkwardly, "Wh... what about him?"

Gabe smirked. "Come on, he looks at you the starving cartoon characters look at a giant ham!"

Owen actually laughed. "Okay, that analogy's gonna be hard to forget, but... good point! I guess I kinda know where you're coming from then." He felt more than a little uncomfortable with the question. He knew he would have to recommend abstinence, resistance and self-control, but how much of a hypocrite would that make him? He took a deep breath and asked, "So if you're coming to me about this, I'm taking that to mean you've been... tempted?"

The tension between the two men was immense as Owen looked at the young former student expectantly. Gabe was virtually shaking by the time he gave a slight, single nod.

Owen took a few deep breaths. He could flip out, he could quote school rules or even the law, but he decided on a slightly more honest approach. "So are you here to have me talk you out of it, or looking for a loophole to allow you to pursue it?"

Gabe genuinely looked unsure of his answer. He just shook his head a little and said, "I don't know. I just... I know it's stupid because I'm not even a student here any more, but... you're a teacher, I just... felt like you were the one I should talk to!"

Owen felt a strong twinge of sympathy for the young man. In a way, he wished he could be honest and tell him about Bran. It would certainly put him more at ease, but it was a personal risk he simply couldn't take. "Look, all I can do is give you the facts. You and Casey would not be illegal. He's sixteen and although you work at his school, you're not a teacher or in charge of him directly, so you wouldn't be considered as being in a position of trust. However, I'm sure you know that contact with any student, regardless of age, is expressly prohibited in your contract of employment, so if you were to do anything with Casey and people found out, your job would almost certainly be lost."

Gabe nodded as he listened. "Yeah, I get all that, I've thought about all of that already, I just... this may sound insane, or wrong, but... I knew him. I knew him when he started here, only for a year and he was just a kid and suddenly I'm back here and he's still the same funny, interesting, loveable guy, but he's... not a kid any more, suddenly he's two hundred pounds of muscle and sexual tension!"

Owen felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. While his own experience with Bran had been gradual, rather than the sudden change Gabe had seen in Casey, the thoughts, the feelings, they were so alike it was uncanny. He knew what he wanted to say, but without even meaning to he blurted out, "I'm sleeping with Bran!"

In the Common Room, the Sexlympics were still underway. The third event, dubbed 'Dick Talk' had been more humorous than sexy. A competitor from each team was chosen, then provided with a sentence that they had to type out and text to Dusty but could only type by using their dicks!

Chris and Kyle had gone first, with Kyle proving to be scarily good at typing hands-free and taking the first round for DTW. Eric and Benji had been up next and Benji had turned out to be absolutely hopeless at it, allowing Eric's pretty mediocre attempt to earn a win for the Super Studs. The third round had resulted in almost entirely unreadable messages from both Bran and Casey, as their larger dicks turned out to be more hindrance than help, though Casey had claimed the round and the event for the Super Studs.

Event Four was titled 'Long Distance Cum Shot' and as soon as it was announced, DTW had smugly declared their previous guess that it would happen and nominated Benji to take part for them. Casey had advised his team that he was more about volume than distance when it came to cumming, but they also wanted to keep him in reserve for the endurance event, which meant Benji's opponent was Chris.

Unlike the speed event, outside intervention was not only permitted, it was actively encouraged with Dusty advising that greater excitement normally meant greater distance. Chris had enjoyed the stimulation offered to him from Eric and Casey, both of them touching and kissing him all over to ensure he was at the very peak of arousal before he shot. Benji, however, had been in absolute heaven. Kyle and Bran were both greatly enjoying playing with their teammate, despite the occasional angry glares they were getting from Eric for doing so.

In the end, although Chris put up a good fight and managed to get a fairly good distance for a boy who was less than a year into puberty, Benji had outshot him by a few feet, claiming a second event for DTW and equalising the overall score.

Event Five had been another 'fun' event, with Dusty deliberately spacing out the more sexual ones to avoid the games descending into the orgy Bran had joked about earlier. He had called it 'Oral Stripper' and involved one member of each team getting re-dressed, just for his teammates to then race the opposing team to strip them using only their mouths. Dusty had realised when they started the event that he probably should have made it the first one, but the others seemed to be enjoying themselves, so he didn't mention it.

Chris and Benji had been chosen by their respective teams to be the ones getting stripped, with DTW finishing mere seconds ahead of the Super Studs and taking the overall lead at three events to two.

"Three-two. Looks like Definitely The Winners will... definitely be the winners!" Bran taunted smugly as Chris and Benji both put their clothes back with the rest of the discarded items

"You had the lead at the beginning too... and lost it!" Eric jeered back.

"No chance. We're winning this, and I think maybe when we do, I'll claim you for tonight! You've got a big mouth and I have something just as big to fill it up!" Bran said, grabbing his semi-hard dick.

"Suddenly losing doesn't sound so bad," Eric said with a grin.

"Oh, so it's okay when you do it?" Benji asked as he heard what his boyfriend had said.

"Don't start!" Dusty said, his threatening tone from earlier slipping back in for a moment.

Benji just rolled his eyes and shook his head, remaining silent.

"So, Event Six and possibly the final event," Dusty declared. "I call this one... Tickle Wars!"

While a couple of the boys looked amused, most of them looked horrified.

"Crap, I hate being tickled!" Chris moaned, getting a gentle punch in the arm from his teammates for giving away such potentially harmful information.

"Each team gets to pick one person from the opposite team. That person will be tied down to one of these tables. When I start the timer, the tickling will begin. No body parts are off limits. The first to get their victim to declare, ' I surrender' wins the event!" Dusty explained, then grinned and added, "And anyone who wets themselves loses by default... and has to clean up!"

"Oh my God, this is horrible!" Kyle grumbled.

"I think we know who we're picking!" Bran said, grinning at Benji.

"Us too!" Casey said, exchanging a look with Eric.

"Chris!" Bran and Benji declared at the same time the other two announced, "Kyle!"

"I hate you both already!" Chris moaned, shaking his head.

A few minutes later, both Year 7 boys were secured in place on their tables, following a fair bit of laughing over how much both boys jumped from feeling the cold surface on their bare backs. Dusty had explained the rules again and confirmed the phrase to concede was 'I surrender'.

Casey was about to interject with another stipulation on the rules when Dusty beat him to it, explaining to the two younger boys that there was a 'safe word' which they could state and all activity would stop and they would be released immediately without question. Casey was surprised for just a moment, not only at Dusty's level of maturity and consideration at such a young age, but also the fact he even knew what safe words were and how to use them. He briefly considered asking the boy how he knew about it, but quickly answered his own question as he though, 'Duh, it's Kingswood!'

"You know, if you just surrender now it'll save us a lot of trouble," Kyle said, tilting his head sideways to look at Chris.

"Suck it!" Chris snapped back, though his grin made it clear he was taking it in good humour.

"Okay, everyone ready, then three... two... one... begin!" Dusty declared.

The room was filled instantly with howls of laughter as the four boys descended on their restrained victims. Benji and Bran went for the classic approach on Chris, one of them going for his feet while the other began tickling his smooth pits. Chris' response was both extreme and amusing.

"STOP IT! GET OFF! NO NOT THERE!" Chris squealed as he struggled against the restraints, cackling uncontrollably.

On the other table, Casey and Eric were each gently tickling one of Kyle's sides, while Casey's other hand was tickling the boy's balls and Eric's had begun to tease his inner thighs.

"OH FUCK! I HATE YOU BOTH!" Kyle screamed at his two tormentors, his eyes already watering from the laughter.

While the group had genuinely expected one, or both, of the boys to give in right away, this was an important round and could decide the entire outcome of the Sexlympics. If Chris conceded, DTW would get their fourth point and claim the victory, while a loss for Kyle would mean an equalising win for the Super Studs, taking them in to the final seventh event. It helped that the two 'victims' were so close to each other too, as it certainly ramped up the competitiveness between them, neither wanting the other to beat them.

"DID... HE... QUIT... YET?" Chris asked, gasping for breath, his eyes streaming.

"Bad news for you, buddy," Bran said with a grin. "Looks like he's actually enjoying it!"

Chris tried to raise his head and look across to Kyle, but his torment was too much and he soon lost any ability, or desire, to try and look. Had he been able to, he would have seen Kyle in a similarly bedraggled state but sporting a raging erection.

"Well done, mate," Casey said, moving his hands around as the spot he was tickling seemed to be losing sensitivity. "Looks like you found yourself a new kink!"

"Wha... a... what?" Kyle gasped, completely lost in the tickling, seemingly oblivious to his own arousal.

"Case," Eric suddenly said, his eyes lighting up. He gestured with his head for the older teen to lean in close and then whispered something to him. Both boys pulled away laughing.

Kyle may not have been fully aware of what was happening, but he knew enough to let out a worried whimper at the sound.

Immediately, Casey and Eric changed their tactic. While they each kept one hand roving Kyle's body, teasing any part that really made him squirm, Eric's other hand took hold of the boy's cock and Casey's his balls. The noise Kyle made was one of absolute, sheer delight. While he continued to scream and laugh at the ongoing torturous tickles, he began to let out pleasured grunts between squeals.

When Kyle suddenly dropped into silence, everyone stared, worried momentarily that he had passed out or that something was wrong, but his mouth was wide open and the look on his face was one of absolute, mind-shattering ecstasy. Casey and Eric continued their tickling even as Kyle began to unload what was probably the biggest load of his life onto his chest and stomach, fists clenching, toes curled.

"Fuck!" Bran said from the other table, amused by the boy's enjoyment but worried about what it might mean for his team's chance at victory.

"Okay, go for it!" Eric said, nodding to Kyle's still-hard cock, the tip still dripping slightly.

Casey began to tickle the post-orgasmic cock, letting his fingers wiggle back and forth across the shaft and finally up to the tip. His fingers moving quickly, flicking back and forth. Just as hoped, the tickling on the sensitive tool was enough to push the boy beyond his limit.

"I SURRENDER!" Kyle screamed out. The hands stopped instantly, leaving him laying there panting, sweating and more exhausted than he had ever felt in his life. His sides ached from laughing so hard and he suddenly became very conscious of the rapidly-cooling puddles of spunk across his body. "Did you cum on me?" he asked his two opponents accusingly.

"No mate, that's all you!" Eric said, with a chuckle, gently stroking the boy's arm as Casey began untying him.

Chris was in a similarly exhausted state, although he lacked the spunk that adorned his friend. As Bran and Benji untied him, he remained in place, catching his breath.

"Well that's a victory for the Super Studs," Dusty declared, "Which means Event Seven will decide the winner. Join us back here later for the final event!"

Once again Benji moved up to Dusty and looked where he was looking. Whereas earlier he had questioned the boy's sanity, he now played along with the act instead and waved at the pretend camera. "Hi horny viewers, I hope you're enjoying the show!"

"Hey, no talking to the viewers, that's my thing!" Dusty complained.

As Dusty and Benji squabbled playfully, the two younger boys finally climbed off of their tables, both looking a bit shaky. "I think I need a shower!" Kyle said, holding a hand down to catch the dribbles of spunk.

"And I think I need to join you!" Chris said with a grin.

Owen took a sip of tea and exhaled a slow, calming breath.

"Better?" Gabe asked softly. Through years of studying medicine, he had found that there were few things more calming to the average Brit than a nice cup of tea.

After his sudden confession earlier, Owen had gone into a full-blown panic attack, terrified that speaking his crime would suddenly bring the world crashing down around him or a squad of armed police rappelling through his windows. It had taken Gabe quite a while to calm him and the tea had definitely been a big help.

"Yeah, thanks," Owen said, nodding and feeling more than a little foolish. Gabe had actually come to him for help and advice, yet things had completely flipped and now the young former student was the one giving comfort.

"So you wanna talk about it?" Gabe asked tentatively.

"There's not much to tell," Owen said with a hint of a shrug. "It only started this week, and it's ending by Saturday!"

"That's... oddly specific," Gabe said, giving a lop-sided smile.

Owen shook his head. "I had to set a limit. Admittedly that limit should have been zero, but... fuck... I don't even know what happened. This isn't me! I've never... never done this sort of thing before, never... looked at a student that way!"

"Then... why now?" Gabe asked. As much as he wanted to help the obviously-conflicted teacher, he couldn't help imagining himself in Owen's position, with Casey.

Owen just shook his head for a moment, took another sip of tea and said, "I don't know. I really don't!" They remained silent for several moments before Owen asked, "You promise this is between us? You know what'd happen to me if this got out?"

Gabe nodded. "You agreed to keep my secret. Wouldn't really be fair not to keep yours in return!"

Owen closed his eyes for a moment as he shook his head. "Ugh, I'm sorry. You came here for help and I made it about me!"

Gabe grinned. "It's okay, seems like you needed it!"

"I guess I did," Owen agreed. "But what about you? What are you gonna do about Casey?"

"You mean am I gonna sleep with him?" Gabe asked, smirking. Owen blushed so he quickly added, "Sorry, low blow. But I dunno. I'm still not even sure what he wants."

"Then... maybe that's where you start," Owen suggested.

"Yeah," Gabe said nodding. He glanced at his watch and said, "But first, it's nearly lunch time. I'm gonna go get the food ready. You gonna be okay?"

Owen raised his mug and said, "I got my tea, so I'm all good!"

"Excellent," Gabe said as he stood and headed for the door. He stopped, paused and looked back. "This was... this was nice. Can we talk again some time, I've not really... made many friends here yet?"

"Definitely," Owen said cheerfully.

Despite his insistence he neither wanted nor needed to hear about the morning's activities, Owen got a full commentary of the morning's events, although a few of the more intimate details were still withheld. As open as the group were feeling, Owen was still a teacher and sharing too much was a little weird.

When Owen had asked the group what they wanted to do for the afternoon, it was quite a relief to hear that they still had plans – the mysterious 'seventh event'. It saved him from having to come up with a way to entertain the boys as the storm seemed to have passed, but the rain had continued.

Returning to the Common Room after lunch, Dusty revealed what was to be the deciding event in the Sexlympics – The Edge of Endurance! The boys mostly figured out what would happen based on the name but Dusty explained it anyway. The remaining competitor from each team – Casey and Bran – were to be restrained much as the younger boys had earlier, but instead of being tickled, they were to be edged. Victory would go to the team that made their volunteer declare, 'I surrender, let me cum!'

A few minutes later, the two eldest boys were naked, restrained and the event had begun, with Chris and Eric eagerly getting to work on Bran's cock while Kyle and Benji got to start playing with Casey.

Both of the naked competitors were confident going into the event, but it was amusing just how quickly that confidence faded the closer they both got to cumming. It wasn't just a challenge for Bran and Casey though, the four younger boys faced their own challenge in figuring out how far they could push their victims without actually making them cum. If either team triggered an orgasm without a surrender being declared first, their team would lose by default.

The room was tense from the start, but the longer it went on, the more the boys concentrated on the task at hand (or the task at mouth, as was often the case!) Benji seemed to be struggling more than most, seeming to truly enjoy having the muscular sixteen-year-old at his mercy. It was only thanks to Kyle's level-head holding him back that he hadn't just made Casey cum already.

"You know, when we win I think it's only fair that Bran gets you as his prize," Benji taunted.

"Yeah," Kyle agreed, "We've had our fun with you now, it's only fair he gets a turn too!"

"You're not... nnnghh.... winning!" Casey gasped back as Benji's fingers teasingly caressed his throbbing cock.

"Shh, quiet you!" Kyle said, placing a finger over Casey's lips, though the older boy opened his mouth and began sucking on Kyle's finger playfully instead.

"So if Bran's having Casey," Benji started, squeezing one of Casey's nipples, "That leaves Chris and Eric for us!"

The other two boys turned at the mention of their names, exchanged bemused looks and then shook their heads as they continued working on edging Bran.

"I mean, the obvious choice is you get Chris and I get Eric, but whadda you say we mix it up a bit?" Benji suggested.

"Oh," Kyle said, smiling at the suggestion. "So you'll get to play with Chris, but I get Eric?" He continued to grin, but it was clear from his eyes that it was forced. Eric was certainly attractive, and being in control of him was undoubtedly exciting, but he wasn't Chris! Would his nerves get the better of him again? What if he had Eric for the night and ended being nothing but a disappointment to him?

"Considering Casey looks fine and Bran's basically a gibbering wreck already," Eric replied, "I'd say winning is not something 'DTW' needs to worry about!"

"Hey, I'm not a..." Bran went to argue, but as he felt Eric's finger press against his prostate, words failed him for a moment. Taking a few deep breaths, Bran let out a whimper and said, "Okay, you may have a point!"

While the trash talk came and went, the event went on... and on... and on! They were nearing the two-hour mark and as exhausted as the four dressed competitors looked, Bran and Casey looked barely conscious. Caught in a haze of excitement, arousal and sheer stubbornness, they lingered seemingly-permanently on the brink of release. The storm had either circled back or another one was now passing overhead as the rain had grown heavier and there were renewed claps of thunder.

"This is getting silly!" Eric muttered, shaking his hand to regain feeling in it. He had never suspected it was possible to finger a guy so much he would actually get hand cramps!

"Just give in already and you can cum!" Kyle urged Casey, squeezing a slightly-sore-looking nipple.

"Never!" Casey said, though his tone suggested he was less determined now.

"Dusty, how long's this gonna go on for?" Chris asked, shaking his head.

"Until we have a winner!" Dusty insisted. There was no compromise in his mind. This was the event; the rules had been set and it was too late to change them now.

"You heard him!" Benji said. "We're here until one of you surrenders and I'm willing to do this all day!"

"Bullshit!" Eric said with a snigger. "You look ready to drop!"

The other boys exchanged looks, wondering if a full-on fight was about to break out between the two again. They had managed to behave since Dusty's outburst that morning, but by now they knew it was only a matter of time before the two squabbled again. Benji was just about to say something back when there was an almighty crash of thunder, a flash of lightning and the lights all went out.

The room was plunged into immediate darkness, only minimal light coming through the small windows from the dank gloom outside. The playing stopped and the only movement was Chris suddenly rushing to Casey's side to hold his restrained hand.

"What happened?" Benji asked, voicing the sense of alarm that had gripped them all.

"I think the lights went out," Eric said sarcastically, but moved the small distance to stand beside his boyfriend, gently gripping his arm.

"Should we... do something?" Bran asked, unsure what to do.

"Here, this'll help," Dusty said, turning on the torch on his phone.

As the others pulled their own phones out, the door suddenly swung open. "Is everyone okay?" Owen called out, peering into the darkened room. He was holding a torch, scanning it slowly across the room. He stopped as he found the boys and chuckled at the sight of Bran and Casey both tied naked to the tables.

"Sexlympics," Dusty explained. "Final event!"

"Of course!" Owen said, not overly surprised by what he was seeing. Suddenly, the room lit up a little more as the emergency lights came on. It was far from full illumination, but enough for the boys to begin to move around more safely. "Look, get them two untied, then all of you head along to the dorm, carefully! It's a bit lighter in there. Stay put until I get back, I'm gonna go see if I can figure out what happened!"

The boys quickly set about releasing Bran and Casey, though neither teen seemed overly happy with the abrupt (cum-free) conclusion. They both stretched and moaned as they stood, happy to be free.

"Ugh, I need to cum, SO bad!" Casey moaned to Bran as they dressed in the dark.

"God, yeah. Me too!" Bran agreed. "Those guys are... annoyingly good at edging!"

"Tell me about it!" Casey said, shaking his head and smiling reluctantly.

With everyone released and dressed, they did as Owen had instructed and headed back to 1.04. Owen was right about the light. The large wall of windows let in substantially more light and they could see quite easily without the need for their phones.

As the others headed to the far end of the dorm to get comfortable on the sofas, Casey held Chris back and as soon as they were relatively alone, reached down and pulled him into a tight hug. "Thanks... for back there," Casey whispered. While his fear of the dark had mostly been left behind in his early teens, there were still occasional moments when it could creep back in. "Restrained, with the lights out... I coulda really freaked out there!"

"S'okay," Chris whispered back. "Don't worry, I'll stay close until the lights come back on. I won't tell anyone!"

Casey pulled back and couldn't help smiling as he saw the grin on Chris' face. He chuckled, mussed the boy's hair and said, "Ah, if only you were five years older!"

"Oh, finally coming round on the whole relationship thing, are you? That was quick!" Chris teased, mostly to avoid blushing and turning into a quivering wreck from the compliment.

Casey sighed. "Maybe for the right guy!"

A call to the power company had revealed that a local sub-station had been struck by lightning and that half of the county was without power. Despite their constant reassurances that the power would be back on 'soon', by late evening it was painfully obvious that 'soon' actually meant 'any amount of time after right now'.

By the time Owen had given up hope, it was too late to consider any back-up plans. Taking the boys to stay in a hotel was not feasible. Apart from the fact it was a long way to even the nearest one, they would be without power themselves. Instead, they had just settled on hunkering down for the night.

The lack of light wasn't the issue as the emergency lights ran on their own back-up supply, which would easily last all night now that Owen had deactivated them in all of the unused dorms and classrooms. The real issue was the temperature. Being such an old building, it was not really the best insulated and the weather outside was awful, verging on freezing.

As the evening drew in and it got colder, the boys started out by wrapping up in more layers, Owen using the situation as a teaching opportunity on survival. After that, they had begun wrapping themselves in their duvets. Thankfully, the cold hadn't dampened their spirits and they were all treating it as an adventure and a fun story to tell their classmates upon their return in two days.

Come bedtime, talk had begun of sleeping arrangements. Chris and Kyle already shared a bed out of habit and while Benji and Kyle didn't overly like sleeping in the same bed, they were more than happy to do it to remain warm. That did leave Casey, Bran and Dusty sleeping alone and also some consideration was given to Owen as well as Gabe. It had been Dusty's suggestion that the two adults spend the night in 1.04, stating quite correctly that nine bodies in a single space could only help raise the room temperature.

The idea that really made the night more interesting came from Bran, in what was painfully obvious to Owen as an excuse for them to be together. While the others had been on their beds, staying warm under the covers, he was busy moving the four sofas. With a large space cleared in between them, he began laying out all of the seat, back and scatter cushions on the ground.

While the group had mostly left him to it, as he stood looking proudly at his handiwork Casey finally asked, "What exactly are you doing?"

"Innovating!" he said excitedly. "Dusty was heading along the right lines, but he didn't quite take it far enough! Nine people in one room, that adds a little warmth. Nine people in one bed... now that's how you really stay warm!"

The explanation got a mixture of laughter and comments. Owen just raised an eyebrow as he smirked at the boy, shaking his head in both amusement and disbelief.

"It's... actually a pretty good idea," Dusty said, thinking it through from a purely logical perspective.

"Hell, I'm in!" Chris said, sitting up.

"Then I guess I am too!" Kyle agreed.

"There's a shock," Benji said with a snigger.

It wasn't long until all seven boys had moved down to stand around the makeshift communal bed, each dragging a duvet and pillows. As one, they looked back expectantly at Owen and Gabe.

Considering their conversation earlier, both men were thinking similar things, but regardless of relationships, or potential relationships, the idea did have a certain amount of sense about it. They shrugged at each other, then stood and headed over, cheered on by the sound of quiet cheers from the boys.

"Well," Owen said as he joined them, seeing the large empty space. "Someone's gotta pick a spot first!" Everyone just looked back at him, so he rolled his eyes and plonked himself down right in the middle.

Owen's decision triggered a sudden free-for-all to get in place. There was room for four or five of them to lay side-by-side facing one way and the same on the opposite side. It did mean there would be some overlap between the two sides, but ultimately that was the point of the layout anyway.

With Owen right in the middle, Bran had immediately claimed a spot one side of him. The others seemed a little more reluctant to lay down next to a teacher. Eventually it was Chris who found himself laying there, with Kyle inevitably at his other side. Dusty took the spot next to Bran.

On the opposite side, Eric and Benji had laid down together, their legs stretching out between Bran and Dusty. That left Casey lying next to Gabe, something they both managed to look both pleased and perturbed by at the same time.

Once they were all settled and the initial round of squirming and kicking had died down as they got comfortable, duvets were spread out across them all, double-layered. There was a collective sigh as they realised, whatever his intentions, Bran's idea had been genius. They were finally warm.

"Hey Dusty, is that your finger or are you just really enjoying this?" Bran asked after they had been silent for a minute.

"What? No! There's nothing..." Dusty began to object.

"Brandon, stop teasing!" Owen snapped.

"I don't have a boner!" Dusty insisted.

"Good to know, thanks for sharing!" Owen replied, actually getting more of a laugh than Bran's initial tease.

"So what's the plan if power's not on by morning?" Casey asked quietly.

"Oh my God, do we have to eat all the ice cream in the freezer to save it going to waste?" Benji asked excitedly.

"Don't worry, the fridges and freezers have a 24-hour back-up supply, so we're good for now!" Gabe explained.

"And besides, loading you seven up with sugar first thing in the morning just sounds like the WORST idea!" Owen said, not sounding quite as sincere as he meant it.

"Yeah, you came up with the Sexlympics without being on a sugar high," Dusty said with a chuckle. "I dread to think what other stupid stuff you'd make up!"

"You did the Sexlympics?" Gabe asked.

"Wait, you know about it?" Eric asked in surprise.

"We thought Casey just made it up!" Benji added.

"I don't know whether to flattered or offended!" Casey replied, nudging Benji beside him.

"The Sexlympics are a school tradition!" Gabe stated, almost proudly.

Owen sniggered and said, "I don't recall seeing them in the school brochure!"

"Yeah, well no offence Owen, but you're a teacher. You really don't know half the stuff that really goes on here!" Gabe said, thinking back over his seven years at the school.

"Ain't that the truth!" Casey agreed.

"Yeah," Chris agreed, giggling.

"You really don't know much more yourself!" Casey said, nudging Chris with his knee. "What are you, Year 7? You've barely scratched the surface!"

"Oooh, what else is there?" Chris asked, his curiosity well and truly piqued.

"You'll find out when you're older!" Bran said, smiling to himself. He was in his fifth year at the school and was still uncovering its secrets.

"Yeah, well... you don't know what goes on over in the teacher's block!" Owen said. He actually felt a little left out by the shared experience of the boys and Gabe. He knew it was a weak comeback, but at the same time, it was very much true. The separate building that most of the teachers as well as the full-time staff members lived in was also on the school grounds but was strictly off-limits to the students.

"I'll know soon enough!" Gabe stated.

"You will?" Owen asked, surprised.

"Yeah, I moved in this week. When I went out Monday it was to collect the last of my stuff from the temporary accommodation. I officially live at Kingswood again!" Gabe said happily.

"Wait, so you... know all the secrets from being a student here... AND you'll know what it's like in the teachers' block? Damn, you're gonna have a few stories to tell!" Bran said excitedly.

"Nah, who'd want to hear stories about that?" Gabe asked with a grin.

"Me!" most of the boys replied in unison, getting a collective laugh.

Owen cleared his throat. "Come on, we're meant to be getting to sleep. No more chatter."

The boys murmured their agreement and fell quiet for a moment until Chris called out, "Night Eric!"

"Night Chris!" the other boy replied.

"Night Benji!" Chris went on.

Owen shook his head and tried to look annoyed, as the boy continued round the group.

"Night Owen," Chris finally finished, having said it to everyone else.

"Good night Chris!" Owen replied, elbowing the boy and getting a quiet giggle in response.

There was a little more shuffling around as everyone settled in. Bran rolled onto his side, resting his head against Owen's shoulder for a few moments, before he sat up, unashamedly grabbed Owen's arm and pulled it around himself then lay back down against him, casually resting a hand on the man's stomach.

Nobody seemed to react, so Owen just lay there enjoying the feeling. A few moments later, there was movement on the other side as Chris copied Bran's actions, his head on the man's chest and his hand resting just above Bran's.

Owen lay there listening as the others began dropping off to sleep. It was such a strange and unexpected experience, but laying with two of his very favourite students, entirely innocently, just felt so unimaginably serene. The innocent serenity did not last, as he soon felt more movement – Bran's hand, slowly sliding down. With his arms around the two boys, he could do nothing to stop it and anything he said would almost certainly alert the rest of the boys to what was happening. All he could do was give Bran a cautionary nudge, though it did nothing to slow the hand's progress.

It took only a few more moments before Bran's hand was on the man's cock and a few moments after that before it began to react. Gradually it began to lengthen, then thicken as the fingers barely moved against it. Before he knew it, Owen was full-erect and entirely at Bran's mercy. The hand continued teasing, tantalisingly slowly. It was infuriating. He wanted it to either stop entirely to avoid discovery, or to speed up and move him towards release but not get either. Instead, it was just a slow, torturous tease.

He couldn't help thinking about the game the boys had been playing when the blackout happened. Just like the rest of the Sexlympics, Owen had been told the basics and Bran had revealed to him privately that after two hours of edging, he had not cum. He understood why the boy might be extra horny, it was just a little frustrating that he was sharing it in such an agonizing way.

After several minutes of groping through clothing, Bran pulled the front of Owen's sweatpants along with his boxer-briefs down, tucking them under his balls, allowing his cock to stand free. It took all of his willpower not to let out a happy moan as Bran's fingers made contact with the bare cock.

The stroking definitely sped up now, but still had to remain slow enough not to make excessive noise against the covers for fear of alerting or waking the others. At least it seemed Bran was intending to give the man an orgasm. He had briefly worried that he may instead be subjected to an all-night tease and as nice as it would have been to get as much time out of their penultimate night together as possible, his balls were already aching for release.

All Owen could do as he lay there was focus on his breathing. He had become very conscious of the sound and started to maintain a deep, deliberate rhythm. It was an almost meditative experience, the slow pleasure in his cock, the calm breathing, the quiet, the sleeping bodies all around him. He was so lost in it that his orgasm almost took him by surprise.

His breath caught in his throat as his body convulsed just a little, deliberately held back from expressing the full pleasure ripping through him. Silently he lay experiencing absolute delight as Bran's hand stroked for the first couple of shots before cupping over the head of the spasming cock. He held Bran tightly, turning his head to the side to silently kiss the top of his head.

Bran pulled the sweatpants and underwear back into place and then very unceremoniously wiped the cum from his hand onto Owen's sweatpants before letting out a gentle sigh and seemingly resting into place to sleep.

Owen continued to focus on his breathing for a minute, worried it may deepen as he caught his breath and catch unwanted attention. He could almost feel sleep beginning to take him when there was more movement, a hand, but this time it was Chris'. Mildly panicked, Owen turned his head to the side and looked at the boy.

Chris' eyes were open and his hand lifted up from beneath the covers. "I think this is yours!" he whispered playfully, nodding to his hand where a glob of cum was resting.

Owen looked mortified. Admittedly, Chris had seen him cum before, but this felt entirely different. As he attempted to think of what to say, he watched in shock as Chris moved the hand to his mouth and licked the cum off. While Owen felt no romantic of physical attraction to the boy, there was something about sheer intimacy of the act that excited him for just a moment.

"I guess we're even now!" Chris whispered, clearly referring to the incident at the pool when the boy had inadvertently cum on Owen.

All Owen could do was laugh silently as he shook his head in amusement at the playful boy. He gave him a quick peck on the top of the head and no more was said.

On the opposite side, Gabe closed his eyes. While most of what had just happened was hidden from his view, it really wasn't hard to figure out what was happening. He cast his mind back to earlier, to a question Owen had asked him. 'So are you here to have me talk you out of it, or looking for a loophole to allow you to pursue it?' He hadn't answered it, simply because he didn't know or at least he didn't think he did.

He rolled onto his side, facing Casey. It was amazing how different he looked when he was asleep. He had noticed it the previous day, when he had taken care of him while he was sick. While he was very much the imposing figure of a man now, his sleeping face reminded Gabe so much of the cute, fresh-faced Year 7 boy who had caused his protege so much stress during the year they had both been at the school.

The affection for an old friend, the nostalgia of reconnection and the sheer attraction of a handsome, muscular young man, it all added up to a heady, intoxicating mix of temptation. He was right there, right at his side, ready to be touched, to be kissed. He reached out, his hand hovering just inches away from Casey's black locks, considering stroking them to maybe wake him and see what might happen.

With a gentle sigh, he pulled his hand back. Owen was right. He needed to know what Casey actually wanted. A hook-up or something more? While mindless sex with the handsome, muscular teen sounded fun, he needed to know if it might lead somewhere as he realised that if he touched the boy now... he would never want to stop!

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 Missed Opportunity - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity