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Chapter 3
Louis was not in a good mood. Not only was he suffering from the usual post-sleepover sleep deprivation, but he was also going to have to put up with Matt's friends from the school rugby team for the next few hours.
There was no chance of Louis getting any sleep with them around - his bedroom was right next to Matt's and directly under the attic lounge. Louis usually got on well with Matt's friends - the boys' parents had joked that he sometimes almost seemed to get on with Matt's friends better than Matt did. However, Louis was not looking forward to seeing Greg and Craig after last night's escapades, which had brought back some unpleasant memories for Louis from the previous year that involved the two older boys.
As usual, Louis decided to take out his bad mood on his big brother. Both Louis' parents were a little the worse for wear that morning due to their alcohol consumption the night before, and Louis' mother had committed the cardinal sin of mentioning a girl that Matt had seemed get on well with the night before.
"Ooh, what's her name then, Matty? Did she give you a big tip?"
Matt glared at his mother, then at Louis.
"Shut up, prat!"
"Ooh, what's up Matt? Have you been up all night thinking about her?" Louis made a wanking gesture with his hand to Matt whilst his parents weren't looking.
Matt's face began to redden - like Louis, his ruddy complexion made it easy to know when he was getting angry. Wanting to provoke a reaction, Louis continued to wind Matt up.
"I bet Craig and Greg would be interested to know all about your new girlfriend!"
A combination of the growing irritation that Matt felt with Louis and the effect of the numerous drinks that the rugby club patrons had plied Matt with the previous night caused Matt to snap quicker than he might usually have done.
"And I bet Craig and Greg would be only too glad to tell your friends that you were running around the corridors on rugby tour wearing nothing but your rugby boots and your stiff little cock!"
As soon as he said it, Matt knew he had crossed the line. Louis' dad suppressed a snort of laughter, but his mum kept a straight face as she tried to look at Louis with an expression of concern.
"Is that true, dear?"
Louis' flushed red face gave the answer, but Louis tried to lie his way out of it anyway.
"No, Matt's just making it up out of his fantasies."
However, the damage had been done and Louis wanted the ground to open and swallow him up. He had guessed that Matt would find about the dare, but he never expected that Matt would blurt it out in front of his parents.
Louis thought about mentioning the video he had seen Matt watching a few weeks ago, but he decided against it. He didn't want to lose access to what could potentially turn out to be a stash of free hardcore porn - besides that, his parents rarely believed him anyway. At the first opportunity, he slunk up to his room.
Laying on his bed, Louis bit his lip to stop him from crying - his face was flushed red as a beetroot, and his dark eyes glistened. A little later, Matt knocked on the door.
"Sorry, Lou."
"Fuck off."
Louis counted his blessings that Matt didn't know the full story. Sure, he'd got the 'in boots' bit right, but there was a specific reason for him being 'puss'.
Even in his angry state, Louis was beginning to hatch a plan to work things round to his advantage. Living in Matt's shadow had made Louis very competitive, and he hated any hint of his brother getting one up on him.
"You're fucking lucky I didn't tell mum and dad about your porn collection."
"What porn collection?" Matt entered Louis' room quickly and shut the door behind him.
"This porn collection."
Louis held up the video, which he hadn't yet replaced on top of Matt's wardrobe.
"You little shit, you've been snooping around my bedroom."
Matt spoke quietly but he was clearly seething.
"Yeah, well it's not my fault if you lay there wanking over porn with the door open. Nice cock, by the way."
Now it was Matt's turn to flush red.
Louis continued in a low, threatening voice. "You'd better think twice before you embarrass me in front of mum and dad again."
Matt turned on his heel to leave.
"Oh, and Matty - no hiding your porn from me, I might want to borrow it again."
Louis put his hand into his tracksuit bottoms and starting pretending to wank, making orgasm noises in imitation of Matt. Matt stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Louis felt a bit more triumphant, but he was still smarting from Matt's thoughtless comment to their parents. Not to mention that stupid game last night.
Although Louis had quite enjoyed the sleepover, it had stirred up some unpleasant memories for him. Joe wasn't the only boy confused about his feelings, and Louis had often repeated the same denial of being gay to himself under his breath. Louis had more reason to feel confused, however.
Unlike Joe, Louis had really enjoyed the porn - it always really turned him on to see nudity, particularly of the female variety. But he had to admit that jacking off in front of his mates last night had got him much hornier than his own solo sessions, and then there was also the small matter of what had happened with Craig and Greg on the rugby tour.
Grumpily, Louis rolled over on to his side on the bed, and shook his head. He decided to try and grab some sleep before Matt's friends arrived. Half an hour later, he was awoken again, and this left him in an even more grumpy state than before.
"Hi Lou-ser!" Craig shouted as he passed Louis' open door.
"Fuck you!" was Louis' inspiring response.
Craig poked his handsome face with its mischievous green eyes and cute grin round the door. Craig was tall and medium- built, with dark skin and short wavy brown hair he was one of the best looking boys in school, and he knew it.
"Not today, Puss!" Craig gave Louis a cheeky wink, disappearing immediately.
Louis clenched his fists angrily, knowing that Craig was one of the few people who knew the full significance of the nickname. Louis really liked Craig - he was a good laugh and very friendly - but he could be a real prat sometimes.
The noise from the playstation next door made it impossible for Louis to get back to sleep, so he flicked on the television and started channel-hopping through the Saturday kids shows, looking for something that would take as little brain power as possible.
Shortly after Louis had settled down to watch the cricket, there was a knock at the door, and Ben's older brother Greg sidled in. Greg was the complete opposite of Ben, tall with a pale complexion and short brown hair. He was calm and reserved where Ben was impetuous and excitable, but his shy intelligent nature made him no less popular, as luckily for him it translated into a mean performance on the rugby pitch.
Greg hung around the bedroom door nervously. "Can I come in?"
"Oh dear, it looks like you already have." Louis' eyes narrowed and his voice dripped with sarcasm. "Well, now, you've done it, why don't you turn round and piss off back out again."
Every word was spoken contemptuously, and Greg was quite taken aback by the anger in Louis' voice. Greg stood for a moment, his usually calm face contorted with a worried frown.
"You still hate me, right?"
"Of course I fucking hate you. Do you know what it's like to have gay rumours flying around about the school about you?" Louis snarled the words out without taking his eyes off the television.
Yes, thought Greg, I bloody well do.
"It was only a bit of fun, Louis!" Greg touched Louis' shoulder, but Louis brushed his hand away without even looking at him.
"Yeah, well, you're not the one with the stupid nickname."
Louis' voice was a little quieter, and Greg reached for his shoulder again, but thought better of it. To tell the truth, Greg felt pretty bad about what had happened.
Greg had always been very fond of Louis ever since he'd been friends with Matt at primary school, and had got to know Louis better through his friendship with Ben. Sometimes, Greg had spent hours chatting in Louis' bedroom about rugby and school whilst Matt's other friends were messing about in the attic room. Greg pushed the fringe of his brown hair away from his face. He badly wanted to make things up, but somehow he couldn't find the words to do it. He stared at Louis for a while, sadness in his dark brown eyes.
"Louis, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. It was only meant to be a bit of fun, that's all."
Greg wanted to make amends, but he stopped the words as he was about to blurt them out. There was no talking or reasoning with Louis when he was in this sort of mood.
"Well, I'd better get back..."
No response from Louis - he didn't even bother to turn round. Greg closed the door quietly and went back to Matt's room, shaking his head. Whilst Greg was grateful that Louis had kept his secret from Ben, he would almost rather face the shame of Ben knowing than this...
Louis wiped his eyes and fiercely swallowed a sob. He missed Greg, who had almost become a second older brother to him. But Louis couldn't forgive Greg for all the insults and whispers that he had had to suffer that term. The worst thing about having a nickname was that Louis could never be sure which kids were just winding him up, and which ones knew the full story. It was all Greg's fault. Greg and that sick bastard Alex.
It had all started when Chris and Louis had gone up to Craig's room one night on the rugby tour. The first and second teams were both on the same tour, and were staying at a posh boarding school. Chris and Louis had been sharing a room with four other boys in their year, but the older boys were in the prefects' corridor and had one large room between two of them. Chris and Louis had sneaked up to see Matt and his mates, as they had a television in their room - along with a supply of alcohol.
The two younger boys both enjoyed winding up the boys on the senior team. Often when Chris was round at Louis' house, they would spend their time picking on whichever of Matt's friends happened to be around at the time, and this had resulted in the boys developing a strong bond with Matt's friendship group.
On this particular tour, Greg was sharing a room with Matt, and Craig was sharing a room with another rugby player called Alex. Matt had decided to go to bed early the first team had a big game the next day. This was typical of Matt, Louis had thought, such a goody-goody. He was quite surprised that Greg didn't go as well, but Greg had decided to stay up later with the other boys.
Shortly after Matt had left, Alex brought out a pack of cards. "Anyone for poker?"
"What sort of poker?" Craig had asked, with a glint in his eye.
"How about strip poker?" Alex had replied, his own eyes bright with a hint of wickedness. "Or are you lads worried that your dicks aren't big enough to match my king-size?"
"King size what? Chipolata?" Louis had replied, earning himself a slap round the head from the older boy.
Louis couldn't help feeling quite excited. He had often wondered what the older boys looked like naked, particularly Craig, who always seemed to have a sizeable bulge in his trousers. Greg was quite hot too, and even Alex wasn't bad. Alex was tall and dark - his green eyes shining out from under his thick black eyebrows and black hair, which were offset against his pale skin. Alex's main fault was the permanent sneer that he seemed to wear, which gave him a slightly sinister look.
After some argument, it was agreed that the loser of each hand would have to strip off one item of clothing. Everyone was allowed five pieces of clothing - their shirt, trousers, boxers and two socks. Greg lost the first round and took off his left sock, placing it in the centre of the circle with an exaggerated air of a stripper.
"Look away, Louis, we don't want you getting horny"
Louis had launched himself on Craig at this point, wrestling him on the ground. As they were entangled, Louis couldn't resist brushing against Craig's cock. To Louis' surprise, Craig felt semi-hard through his trackie bottoms.
"Get off my dick, fag-boy!"
"Sorry, I thought it was your hand - that's where I'd usually find it."
The lads got on with the game, and pretty soon Louis was regretting the fact that he was so crap at cards. He lost three hands in a row, and was down to his shirt and boxers, which were barely concealing his hard-on.
"Ah, bless, he's got a little stiffy!"
Louis flushed, angry at Alex for drawing attention to it.
"It's all the attention you're giving me." Louis regained his composure and put on a camp voice to divert the attention from his growing bulge.
Now Louis' luck changed slightly, as he only lost one of the next five games. Chris and Craig had now lost a sock each, and Greg was down to just his trousers and pants. Louis noticed that Greg had a slim, smooth chest with large pink nipples and pale skin. Louis' own cock became stiffer in his pale orange boxer shorts - he hoped it wouldn't leak pre-cum and become too noticeable.
By now, Louis was quite sure he would be the first to get naked. Not that he minded - he had nothing to be ashamed of, and he was sure he could easily hold his own in any comparison of size to the older boys. Sure enough, Louis lost the new round, and to cat-calls and whistles, he pulled off his boxer shorts to reveal his erect penis. His face was beetroot red, as all the other lads stared at his stiff rod.
"Glad you're so pleased to see me!" quipped Craig, reaching out and squeezing Louis' balls.
"Ugh, you queer!" Louis had responded, but the involuntarily twitch of his dick betrayed his enjoyment of Craig's unexpected touch.
"Right, if you lose any more rounds now, you have to do a dare set by the person with the most clothes." There was a sneer in Alex's voice, "I've got some good ones lined up!"
Louis was slightly worried by Alex's tone, but was sure that there couldn't be anything much worse than being naked in a room full of rugby players.
For a while, Louis thought his luck would hold - Craig had a poor run that saw him lose his socks and shirt, whilst Chris lost his other sock and Alex surrendered his first piece of clothing. Then Greg had to pull down his trousers, revealing his slightly hairy slim legs, before Louis finally lost another round.
"I've got the most clothes, so I get to set the dare," announced Alex, with a sly grin. "I dare you to walk down the corridor and back with a boner!"
"No way!" Louis' voice cracked into a indignant squeak.
Oh well, he thought to himself, that's not too bad. Probably nobody would be about at this time of night.
"But I'm not all heartless - I'll give you something to wear." Alex chucked his rugby boots at Louis as the other boys laughed and whistled.
Louis laced up the boots and got to his feet unsteadily. His head swam slightly from the alcohol, and Alex's boots rubbed against his ankles uncomfortably, but he staggered towards the door, laughing quietly. He turned back to the boys and gave his cock a couple of squeezes to show them it was stiff, and then went out into the corridor.
Immediately, the door slammed, and Louis turned round to see that the sniggering boys had barricaded him out of the room. He hammered on the door.
"Let me in, you bastards!" he shouted.
By now, the occupants of some of the other rooms had stirred. Louis tried to cover his rampant cock with his hands with some difficulty. "Morning!" he said, breezily, to Glen and Adam, who had come out of the next room, and were staring at him with big grins on their faces.
Louis took a run up, and barged the door with his shoulder. He fell in the doorway as it flew open - all the other boys had moved out of the way.
"Bastards!" said Louis again, laughing slightly but a little worried about what Glen and Adam would say in the morning.
"You shouldn't be so crap at cards then," said Craig. Louis made to wrestle him again, but Craig held him at arm's length.
"Not with that monster pointed at me," Craig indicated Louis' erect cock, which was now starting to leak precum. "It looks like it's could go off any moment."
"It's ok, darling, I think I can contain myself." Louis was having to use his camp voice that evening rather too much for his liking.
Louis made to take the boots off, but Alex stopped him.
"Leave them on for the rest of the game."
Louis started to protest that it wasn't part of the dare, but gave up quickly as Alex shot him a particularly nasty look. The game continued, and Louis was pleased when Greg also lost his boxer shorts.
Greg's cock was around the same size as Louis. It pointed away at a rock hard angle from Greg's stomach and his swinging ball-sac below. Greg grinned shyly, and rubbed his cock with his hand. Next, Chris lost his shirt, and then Craig had to take off his trousers. Alex then lost his second sock, before Craig became the next boy to strip naked.
Louis had already studied Craig's chest - Craig was the most developed of the boys, with some traces of soft brown hair between his dark nipples. Craig had a six pack and defined pecs, and although rather slim for a rugby player, his shoulders were broad and his arms were muscly. His legs were slightly hairy, and there was a trail of curly brown hair from his belly button into his dark blue boxers.
"Here goes!" Craig grinned, putting both thumbs into the waistband and yanking down his boxer shorts. Louis looked at Craig eagerly -as Craig's penis sprang up to hit his chest. Craig gave his cock one or two strokes as he look defiantly at the other lads.
"OK, Craig, enough showing off," laughed Greg. Louis couldn't take his eyes of Craig's huge cock. No wonder he was always bulging out of his trousers - Craig was seriously hung!
Unfortunately, the sight of Craig's bulging manhood distracted Louis so much that he lost the next game.
"Another one of my dares, I think," said Alex, evilly. "And since Greg ought to have lost that game if Louis had been concentrating properly, I think we'll involve him in it as well."
Greg moved to protest, but Chris and Craig's loud agreement drowned him out.
"I dare Louis to suck Greg off."
Louis was stunned. He couldn't believe that Alex had asked him to do that.
"But that's gay!" he protested.
"Oh, come on, Louis, it's only for a laugh." There was nervous quiver in Alex's voice that could have been excitement or fear.
There was another slight pause. Greg looked slightly uncomfortable - his mind was racing. Louis was hot, but he was also Matt's little brother - and one of his own younger brother's best friends. However, another glance at Louis' stiff cock was enough to make Greg's mind up.
"I'm up for it if you are." Greg cleared his throat and looked at Louis questioningly. "It's only playing about."
Louis was still silent, unable to take his eyes away from Greg's big hard cock and the small bush of brown pubic hair above it.
"I'll just pretend you're a woman!" Greg added unconvincingly.
"And you can pretend that Greg's dick is just a lolly from the sweet shop," piped up Craig. "Although no crunching, obviously."
Craig's joke had succeeded in lightening the atmosphere just enough for Louis to make his decision. He looked across at Chris, whose mouth was wide open, waiting to see how far his friend would go. Louis noticed that Chris was stroking his own cock slightly through his boxers and thought that Chris couldn't be too disgusted by the idea of his best mate sucking off another boy.
"OK," said Louis "I'll do it."
Greg stood up unsteadily in front of Louis, and Louis knelt up to reach him.
"Here goes nothing!"
Louis moved his mouth up and down the top part of Greg's cock, pushing his tongue under his foreskin and then explored the opening at the tip of Greg's penis. Greg let out a short intake of breath.
"Use your hand to wank him at the same time," suggested Craig.
Without stopping his exploration, Louis took his right hand from masturbating himself and started to gently jerk Greg, alternately licking and sucking his cock head. Greg's nuts were swinging gently below his cock, and Louis briefly gave them some attention with his hot young mouth before returning back to Greg's moist shaft.
Louis was getting really horny now, and was trying to jack himself unsuccessfully with his left hand.
"Need a hand, mate?"
Craig moved closer and took Louis' cock in his hand, wanking it slowly up and down. Greg reached out for Craig's stiff eight inches with his right hand and began to squeeze it softly, moving his hand down the shaft to play with Craig's balls. Craig gave a soft whimper, and Louis stopped sucking for a moment to look round. Craig looked up and gave Louis a grin.
"Don't stop!" whispered Greg.
Louis looked round quickly to see that Chris had pulled off his boxers and started wanking his own smaller cock. Chris' eyes were closed as he moved his hand vigorously up and down his penis, and he was turned away slightly from the threesome unfolding in front of him.
Louis thought back to the previous tour, when Chris had managed to get his whole dormitory masturbating over a packet of biscuits after passing round a couple of porn mags. This had been part of a new 'game' that Chris had learnt from his older brothers. Louis had technically been the last to cum, but he had been saved the humiliation of eating the cum-covered biscuits after an argument with Frank, who had reached orgasm before him but had not ejaculated.
Frank said that he didn't have any jizz left because he'd masturbated twice already that day and was 'all wanked out', but Louis and Chris privately joked that he probably hadn't started to cum yet. Frank was short and slightly built with ginger hair and freckles - his dick was much smaller than the other boys even when erect, and Frank was one of the few boys on the tour whose voice hadn't broken. In the end, the biscuits had been thrown away untouched. Goodness only knew what the maid had thought of them when she came to empty the bin the next morning.
"I'm gonna cum soon," whispered Greg. Louis nodded and kept sucking. Craig's hand felt so good expertly pumping his cock - he knew he wasn't far away from orgasm himself.
"You might want to."
Greg didn't finish his sentence. Louis felt Greg's dick jolt in his mouth, and had just enough time to move off of Greg's cock, before Greg shot four loads of hot cum in his face. Greg groaned loudly as he came, and then wiped Louis' eyes with his hand.
"Sorry mate," he grinned. Louis smiled back and gritted his teeth as he climaxed heavily over Craig's hand and his own chest.
Craig licked the cum from his hand and moved it back to his own dick. He stood up as he moved his hand quickly up and down, playing with his large balls with his other hand, before leaning back and moving his hips slightly forward. He came loudly, his cum soaking both Greg and Louis despite the fact that they had been standing a good distance away from him.
Louis noticed that Chris' dick was now covered in cum in the corner, and that Chris was trying to clean himself off as best he could with one of his socks. Louis was trying to ignore the pang of guilt in his stomach, masking it with a shy grin at the other boys.
The three boys had just sat looking at each other for a moment as their cocks began to deflate from their aroused state. Louis was just about to clean his face and chest, when he was grabbed unexpectedly by the hair and turned round to face Alex.
Alex had his jeans unzipped, and his thick cock was now throbbing and oozing pre-cum.
"Thought you might like some more to add to your collection." He pulled Louis' hair tightly until the boy yelped in pain, and held Louis' head in place as he came all over his face. Alex shot load after load, moving his hips backwards and forwards in ecstasy. As he finished coming, he let go of Louis' hair, and turned away from the other boys.
There was a shocked silence in the room.
"That was a bit out of order, Alex," said Craig, who was wiping his now limp cock clean with his boxer shorts.
"It's ok, Craig." Louis had managed to get the words out despite the fact that his whole upper body was shaking, shocked at Alex's aggressive behaviour. There was another uncomfortable silence.
"Look at you - the cat that's got the cream."
Louis' face was still covered in spunk and Craig tried to lighten the atmosphere with a joke at Louis' expense. Louis was grateful that the silence had been broken, and that Craig at least was still his normal self.
"Puss in boots," piped up Chris from the corner, and all the boys laughed.
And that's how it had all started. Louis had tried to blank the incident from his mind, but every so often he found himself fantasizing about Greg and Craig whilst he was masturbating. These feelings had been stirred again the night before, as he watched the other lads beating off during the porn. And then Chris had used that nickname.
At first, Louis hadn't been too bothered by the namecalling - he knew that Chris and Craig only used the name in jest as part of their usual friendly banter. At the time, it had seemed almost fortunate that Glen and Adam had seen him naked in the corridor - it gave the lads on tour something to talk about without drawing attention to the other events that had occurred. However, someone had been indiscreet enough to use Louis' new nickname outside of the group, and Louis couldn't help wondering whether any other parts of the story had been transmitted with it.
The tour had been three months ago, and Louis still had kids that he didn't know coming up to him in the corridor at school and calling him 'Puss'. Every time it happened, it reminded Louis that he'd sucked a boy's cock, and what was worse, he had enjoyed it. Even thinking about it now had made his cock harden, and Louis punched the pillow angrily, torn between lust and guilt. It was all fucking Greg's fault. He should never have agreed to it. Fucking bender.
In his heart, Louis knew that he was being grossly unfair to Greg. It had been Alex that had instigated the dare and Alex who had threatened Louis with his aggressive behaviour. But Louis had worked hard to blank that moment - the cold lust in Alex's eyes, and the smell of alcohol on his breath as he had pulled Louis towards him. On top of that, Matt's friendship with Alex had fizzled out soon after the tour, and Louis rarely had to see him any more.
On the other hand, Greg appeared to be almost everpresent in Louis' life, whether as Matt's friend or Ben's brother, always alternating between begging for forgiveness with his brown puppy dog eyes and then pretending nothing had even happened with a forced joviality. Louis could cope with Craig - he had taken everything in his stride and behaved no differently towards Louis, but Greg always seemed to remind Louis of what had happened, and it filled Louis with disgust.
Louis' eyes began to moisten again. He didn't want to hate Greg. He didn't want to be gay.
"Snap out of it, Louis," he told himself. He got off his bed slowly, and lifted up the mattress slightly. He took out one of his Playboy magazines, and thumbed through it, desperate to prove a point. He turned to his favourite model, unzipped his jeans to release his swollen cock and began to masturbate.
His hand moved vigorously - almost angrily, as if to erase the guilt from the memories that he had just been wallowing in. It didn't take him long to reach orgasm. He cleaned the cum off his hand with a tissue, and then lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. He really couldn't understand what was going on in his head.
Did giving a boy a blowjob make him gay? He wasn't sure how much longer he could deal with this question on his own, but he didn't know who he could turn to. He began to cry softly, but then clenched his fists and stopped himself. He was straight. Fuck, he got horny just looking through the lingerie section of his mum's catalogue. It was the others that made him do gay things. Briefly, a thought of Craig's beautiful big cock came to his mind, but he suppressed it. No, Louis thought, I'm straight and it's up to me to prove it.
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