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Author's Note: This is the second chapter of Lunchroom Fun. Unfortunately, and I will warn you now, this part contains no sex. To make the story realistic, it had to become a bit depressing as the punishments for the incident in the last chapter were dolled out. For those readers who aren't really interested in reading this story-developing chapter, I include a short summary at the bottom of the page. You can read that if you want to just move on to the next chapter without worrying about the story, but I think this chapter helps set the scene a bit. I promise there will be some hot sex in the next installment:).
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Lunchroom Fun - Chapter 2
Lightning clashed, momentarily illuminating the dark room. Alex lay on the bed, naked but for the blue Speedo he had worn to the public swimming pool that day. He had gone straight home and to bed without changing, saying nothing to his parents. There was nothing to say. After the incident with Ben in the lunchroom, the Headmaster had immediately called their parents and soon four vehicles were streaking towards the school from opposite ends of town. Such was the confusion that all senior classes were suspended for the rest of the day, with the students confined to the assembly hall until the mess could be sorted out. Unable to sleep, Alex cast his mind back to that day. He could still vividly see the shocked expression on the headmaster's face. He remembered grinning, still buzzed from the sexual pleasure, and leaning over to kiss Ben. He remembered the shout of approval from the boys. All good memories. But he also remembered the deep baritone of the school Chaplain, his powerful voice roaring.
'ENOUGH!'
The silence was total. No one spoke, no one moved. Everything seemed to be moving very slowly: even the drops of cum and sweat seemed to take forever to slide off the hard bodies and splash down onto the floor. The Chaplain was shaking with rage, and the expression on his face was terrifying to behold. Exuding fury like a radiant energy, he swept towards Ben and Alex, the group of boys parting fearfully before him. His ceremonial robes billowed behind him, leaving a clear path in his wake as students stumbled out of his way. Alex's euphoria quickly vanished. The headmaster was technically the authority at the school, but as a Christian College which received funding from the Church, it was well known that the Chaplain was the power behind the throne.
Thick-set, near seven foot tall and sixty if he was a day, the Chaplain was famous for his fire-and-brimstone sermons and creatively cruel punishments, which seemed to have a way of sticking around even outside of school. Stopping before the two boys, the Chaplain pointed his powerful hand at Ben and Alex, who were still interlocked, staring at him nervously. At the barest flick of his wrist, the boys immediately sprang apart and stood facing the priest. He stared at them with open revulsion.
"How DARE you!" The Chaplain growled. "This damnable evil will not stand! I will see to it personally that your punishment is as severe as I can make it! What in the name of GOD were you thinking?"
Alex was very still, knowing that saying anything would only make things worse. Ben, however, was the sort of person who always had an answer, and almost always had to share it.
"Well sir, I guess I was just thinking how hot Alex looked in his tight--"
Like lightning, the Chaplain's hand arced down and struck Ben full across the face. The boy staggered under the powerful blow, stumbling back into the cafeteria service window. Alex cried out angrily, and started toward the Chaplain, but several other boys rushed forward and grabbed him, pulling him away.
"What the fuck, let me go you assholes, I'm gonna fix that ..." A hand was clamped over his mouth, stifling his threats.
A male voice whispered in his ear: "Dude, calm down! Don't you think we'd all like to punch that evil son of a bitch, but what good would it do? You'll only get in more trouble!"
The Chaplain watched with contempt as Alex struggled for a moment, before finally ceasing to resist. Ben stood up, massaging his jaw from the blow. Glaring at the Chaplain, he spat a mouthful of blood at the larger man's feet. Face contorting with rage, the Chaplain raised his arm again, and was about to bring it striking down when another arm reached up and grabbed the Chaplain in mid swing. Mr. Orrone gently lowered the Chaplain's arm, keeping a firm grip on it to prevent him from swinging again.
"There is nothing to be gained from that, Chaplain, and I'm sure I don't need to remind you it is no longer acceptable to strike students." Mr. Orrone said calmly.
The Chaplain turned to the young teacher and said coldly, "I'll thank you to remove your arm, Marcus. I need it today...' a threatening note entered his voice "To write my teacher evaluations for the archdiocese."
Mr. Orrone released the Chaplain's arm and stepped back. The headmaster hurried forward.
"Thank you, Chaplain, I'll take it from here."
The priest nodded and swept away through the crowd towards his office. With a sigh, the headmaster turned to the boys.
"I'm very disappointed in you all. Ben, Alex, I want you to put on your clothes and go directly to my office. You others-" he trailed off as Ben and Alex held up the tattered remains of their shirts. He sighed, exasperated.
"Just your pants, then, boys, and hurry it up. You others, get dressed immediately and make your way to the locker-rooms. Mr. Appleby, I never thought I would ask this, but would you please accompany the boys to the locker-room to make sure..." he stopped.
"To make sure they don't start having sex with each other again?" Mr. Appleby finished.
"Yes, thank you for being so tactful, Mr. Appleby," snapped the headmaster. "Go now, please."
The crowd of boys dejectedly pulled up their pants and those who still had shirts slipped them over their heads before filing away towards the change rooms. The headmaster turned to the other teachers.
"Mrs. Spreig, would you and Miss Winter please take the...witnesses... to the Assembly hall and keep them there until we sort this out? Classes are cancelled for the rest of the day."
There should have been a cheer. There wasn't.
Alex lay in the dark, listening to the sound of his own breathing. The rest of the house was silent: he was the only one awake. The storm outside was generating loud cracks of thunder every few seconds, but that wasn't what kept him from sleep. Unable to prevent himself from thinking about it, his mind wandered back again to that fateful day.
The headmaster's office felt unusually small to Ben and Alex as the sat before the large wooden desk. Their parents stood on opposite ends of the room, staring silently at the headmaster, who was sitting with his hands clasped in front of him on the desk. The Chaplain towered behind him, arms folded, large gold cross shining in the fluorescent light. His eyes moved slowly around the room, resting just long enough on each occupant to make them feel small and guilty before moving on to the next. After several minutes silence, Ben's father spoke up.
"Mr. Randall, when you called my office and told me that my son had been involved in an incident that needed my immediate attention, I expected some sort of fight with another student. But as far as I can see, there's nothing wrong with either Ben or Alex. So what is this about?"
Alex's father nodded.
"We're all working parents here, Mr. Randall," he said. "We have places to be. I'd like to know what you thought was so important I had to cut short a meeting with the board of directors of my company. If keeping us sitting in silence is some way of trying to impress upon us the severity of the situation..." he glanced at the other parents. "It isn't working. So just spit it out and let us get back to work."
The Chaplain glared at him. "I assure you, sir, this incident is of grave importance. Your son's immortal soul is in jeopardy because of this matter." His voice became witheringly sarcastic. "Is that important enough for you?"
Alex's father snorted. "Chaplain, we sent Alex to this school because of the facilities and the excellent teaching staff, not because we were concerned about his spiritual welfare."
The headmaster raised his head.
"You may have cause to be worried about more than just your son's spiritual welfare, Mr. Michaelson. You as well, Mr. Steckman," he said, indicating Ben's father. He continued: "I have cause for concern about their physical and emotional welfare as well. Alex, Ben, would either of you like to tell your parents what happened?"
Neither Ben nor Alex could look at their parents. With no idea of how to even begin, they sat silently. The headmaster sighed.
"Mr. and Mrs. Steckman. Mr. and Mrs. Michaelson. After this morning's Assembly I allowed the male half of the year level to leave early while the girls stayed behind for a talk with Mrs. Brown. It couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes later when I along with the teachers and the girls walked down to the lunchroom..." He paused, as if unsure of what to say. "Walked down to the lunchroom," he continued, "and saw your sons putting on a bit of a show for the other boys."
Ben's mother looked confused. "What do you mean, Mr. Randall? What kind of show?"
The headmaster gulped. "Specifically, Mrs. Steckman, they were... they were engaging in...they were doing...they were having sex."
Mr. Steckman turned to Ben. "You were going at it with some girl in the fucking lunchroom? What the hell is your problem, boy?"
Alex's father joined in. "You are in serious trouble, young man! Explain yourself!"
Mrs. Michaelson stood silently for a moment.
"Excuse me, Mr. Randall," she said quietly, "But I thought you said all the girls were in the Assembly hall?"
The other parents became very still. The headmaster's eyes shifted. He cleared his throat.
"Yes, that's correct, Mrs. Michaelson."
Mrs. Steckman gasped. "But that means..."
The headmaster finished her sentence. "Ben and Alex were having sex... with each other."
Mr. Michaelson's mouth dropped open, and stayed there for almost a full minute. Mr. Steckman's, meanwhile, was working furiously, with only the barest squeaking noise indicating he was trying to speak. Alex's mother, unnaturally calm, made her way to a chair and sat down slowly. Mrs. Steckman, however, was in hysterics.
"You can't seriously expect us to believe that, Randall!" Mrs. Steckman exclaimed shrilly. "I won't believe it of my Ben!"
The Chaplain's voice rose over the woman's protests. "Mrs. Steckman, we can bring any one of the thirty-six girls who witnessed it, the five teachers who were unable to stop it, and the seventeen boys who saw fit to molest themselves while watching it. They will all confirm that your boy, and yours, Mr. Michaelson, were engaged in the ungodly act of sodomy."
Ben's mother stumbled a little, reaching out a hand to support herself on her husbands shoulder. Angrily, Mr. Steckman shoved her away, striding towards Ben. He stopped in front of his son and stared at him, an unreadable look on his face. Ben looked up at his father and whispered: 'Dad...'
Mr. Steckman held up a hand, stifling the boy's plea. Wordlessly, he turned and walked out of the office, eyes downcast, refusing to look at his son. Alex glanced at Ben and saw the beginnings of tears forming in his eyes.
It had only gotten worse from there. Alex rolled over in his bed and looked across the room at an A4 sized picture of him and his father playing cricket. The photo had been taken a little over a year ago, and Alex still remembered it as a great day. He had always been close to his dad growing up: they played and watched sports together, cycled around the various trails and went fishing. Truth be told, Alex hated fishing, but he would always go, to spend time with his father. But now, superimposed over these wonderful memories was the look of disappointment and shame etched into his father's face. Alex blinked, trying to banish the image, but it remained burned into his retina.
The headmaster cleared his throat.
"Obviously there will have to be a serious punishment here."
Mrs. Michaelson looked up.
"How serious, Mr. Randall? Are we talking detentions? Suspension?"
The headmaster looked at her sadly.
"I'm afraid, Mrs. Michaelson," he said, "that the school board is seriously considering immediate expulsion for both boys."
Mrs. Steckman gasped, and a low moan escaped her lips. Mrs. Michaelson only nodded, biting her lip.
"Rightly so," said the Chaplain. "We have no place for these boys at a Christian school. Their depravity is unmatched by any other student antics I have seen in my long years as an educator." His voice lowered to a hiss. "They are no better than the godless perverts of Sodom and Gomorrah, with whom they shall share everlasting hellfire. I have never been more disgusted."
Alex's mother rose to her feet so fast she knocked her chair over.
"I will thank you to keep a civil tongue in your head when you speak of my son, sir." Mrs. Michaelson's voice quivered with suppressed anger. She nodded to her husband, who placed a firm hand on Alex's arm, raising him from his chair and propelling him out the door. Mrs. Michaelson turned back to the Chaplain, and regarded him coldly.
"You shame your profession, Chaplain."
With that, she turned and walked out the door. Mrs. Steckman, not wanting for one moment to be alone with the Chaplain, scurried out after the other parents.
Flashes of memories raced across the landscape of Alex's mind as he lay tossing and turning in his bed. The darkness seemed to close in all around him. On the cabinet near his bed, a typed letter from the school was lying half opened, the words
NOTICE OF EXPULSION-IMMEDIATE
emblazoned in bold across the top. Next to the letter, a news article had been lightly crumpled and thrown aside.
TEENS EXPELLED FOR INDECENT BEHAVIOUR.
Yesterday reports came through from St Aleksander's Christian College of the expulsion of two teenage boys, both aged 17. Official reports indicate that the students exposed themselves as a joke, hoping to shock the cafeteria workers, but sources inside the school hint that there was more going on than just indecent exposure. A variety of theories have abounded, mostly centering around the theory that the boys were in fact engaging in manual stimulation. Some supposed witnesses went as far as to allege that the two boys were engaged in some form of sex act. However, this is most likely the result of gossip being allowed to get out of hand, and the school board assured this reporter that nothing of that nature has occurred. Interestingly, around twenty other boys are facing a week's suspension, though the school has declined to comment on the reason behind this punishment. 'This is the school's business and we'd really rather put it all behind us, thank you very much," was the comment from headmaster Andrew Randall this morning.
Alex stared at the ceiling. It had been two weeks since the article was printed. Two weeks without as much as a glimpse of Ben. Alex missed his friend so much it felt like a constant ache in his chest. Their parents had categorically refused to allow them near each other, thinking that keeping the boys apart would solve the problem.
Suddenly the door to the bedroom flew open and Alex's father charged in. He glanced wildly around the room, and Alex sat up.
"I heard noises." Mr. Michaelson said.
"Yeah, I heard them too, dad," said Alex sarcastically. "It's called thunder. Go back to sleep."
His father scowled.
"Don't give me your smart mouth, boy. I'm in no mood for it. And what are you doing wearing those?' He gestured towards Alex's Speedos.
Alex stared at him defiantly.
"I came straight home from the pool and was too tired to change. I've slept in Speedos before and you never had a problem with it."
"Yeah, well, that was before." Mr. Michaelson said, avoiding looking at Alex. "Alright, well go to sleep." He slammed the door, and Alex heard him trudging up the stairs to the master bedroom.
Alex let his body fall back to the mattress. Still unable to sleep, he rolled over and stared out of the window. Suddenly, lighting flashed and illuminated the window. Alex's heart leapt to his throat.
Ben's face had appeared outside.