Author's Note: This story has been knocking round in my head in one form or another since I was the age the characters are in it. It's one of those things that was just always there but seemed too big to take on, but I figured if I don't do it now I never will.
For anyone who's just wanting to knock out a quick one, this may not be for you. While there is some sex, the first several chapters involve a lot of world and character building. This is because 'Tales from Kingswood' is planned to be an entire saga. This part is called 'Dorm 1.01' but once the world is established, other Tales from Kingswood stories will pop up. Don't worry, once it's established there will be more sex than your poor little cock can handle, but it'll take some time, so be patient and (hopefully) enjoy the ride.
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Finally, to get things started and for the benefit of the international audience, a brief summary of the structure of British schooling, just to help you understand some of the terminology.
There are regional variations, mainly around dates of breaks, but for the purpose of this story, this is how it works at Kingswood. The school year is split into three 'terms'. Each term consists of six weeks at school, one week off (known as 'half-term') and then another six weeks at school. The first term runs from the beginning of September and concludes for the Christmas break, with two weeks off. The second term runs from January to March/April, often concluding around Easter depending when it falls, again with a two week break and the final term runs from April to July, after which there is a six week break.
Primary School starts from nursery school (Year 0) and runs up to Year 6, concluding with most kids aged eleven. Secondary School then begins, with the eleven-year-olds starting 'Year 7'. Usually, Years 7 to 9 cover a large variety of subjects, at the end of which, the students will choose the classes they wish to study for Years 10 and 11. These classes will normally include mandatory subjects such as Maths and English, with additional subjects chosen from a range of categories. These subjects are then studied and conclude with exams called GCSEs, often held in June/July, with results being published during the Summer break.
After Year 11, there is often a choice between moving to college, often for more vocational subjects, or remaining at school to study a smaller number of subjects in Years 12 and 13, which conclude with exams known as A-Levels, also carried out at the end of the school year with results published in August.
Kingswood is a boarding school, meaning the students who attend it also live on, or nearby to, the school campus.
And now... let the story begin!
------------------------------------------------- Tales from Kingswood – Dorm 1.01
Chapter 1 By Matt
"Please follow the road to the car park," a voice announced over the intercom as the large gate swung open.
"Geez, is this a school or a prison?" the man in the driver's seat muttered under his breath, receiving a swift smack to the arm from the woman beside him.
"Oh my God, it's so big!" the boy in the back seat said, staring in wide-eyed amazement as the buildings ahead of them came into view. Eleven-year-old Daniel Davies was distinctly average for his age, the last visit to the doctor's confirming him to be exactly the expected height and weight for a boy of eleven. With dark blonde hair that matched his father's perfectly and his mother's piercing blue eyes, he was an attractive young man, as was often commented on by others. His smile lit up his entire face, although that had been distinctly absent during the morning's drive.
"Fuck me!" Mr Davies declared as the trees gave way to open grounds and several large buildings.
"Language!" Mrs Davies snapped furiously, smacking her husband again.
"Sorry," the man quickly apologised, flashing a cheeky grin to his son in the rear view mirror. "It's just... the pictures didn't do it justice!"
The family fell silent as they continued the slow drive up the road towards the car park. There were several huge buildings, but the most impressive was a large four-storey Edwardian mansion which stood proudly at the centre. Two cars passed them going in the opposite direction, both apparently with parents in the front, and nobody in the back.
"See, Daniel, I told you we wouldn't be the first ones here!" the woman said smugly.
"Fine, I guess I can let you be right this once," the boy answered cheekily, getting a smirk from his Dad and an unamused eye roll from his Mum.
"How are the nerves?" Mr Davies asked, glancing back at the boy briefly.
Daniel nodded, inhaling deeply through his nose. "Okay I think," he answered honestly. The morning had been a mix of emotions, as had the whole of the last year waiting for this day. Between the interviews, selection days and exam needed to get into the place, it had been a long road, but finally the time had come.
Daniel had alternated between excited and terrified. He had been upset when his parents first told him they were even considering boarding school, but gradually his mind had changed, to the point where he was actually looking forward to it. The fear came purely from being away from his family for so long.
They pulled up into the car park and an eager-looking student broke away from a small group and quickly approached. "Welcome to Kingswood. Can I offer you some help with the luggage?"
Mrs Davies looked like she was about to refuse the help politely, when Mr Davies jumped in and said, "Yes please, that'd be great!"
Between the two adults and two students, they soon had Daniel's luggage unloaded and carried up to the huge building. There were large stone stairs leading up to the enormous double-door entrance. As they got inside, the new arrivals stopped a moment to marvel at the building.
There was a large staircase on one side of the atrium leading up to the first floor, which then looped round to go up to the second and so-on all the way to the top, so glancing up they could see to the very top of the building. The huge open space was partially filled by an elaborate chandelier that hug down the centre of the stairway, all the way to the first floor.
The rest of the atrium retained the traditional Edwardian architecture, but modern technology and decoration had been seamlessly integrated, giving a very sleek but stylish look to the whole place.
At the bottom of the stairs, two students sat at a table, while several others lingered nearby. The student helping the Davies family led them over to the table then politely excused himself to head back out to the car park.
"Hi, welcome to Kingswood," one of the seated students said politely. "Can I take your name please?" He looked to Daniel.
Daniel looked to his parents, used to them doing the talking, but they smiled and gestured for him to speak up. "Erm... Daniel... Daniel Davies!" he said nervously.
"Great," the boy said, scanning down the list in front of him. He ticked a box and looked across, then said, "You're in one-oh-one." He looked over to the group standing nearby and caught the eye of one of them. "Can you show them up? One-oh-one."
"Sure," the student said, moving away from the group and approaching the Davies family. "Hi," he said as he got near, "I'm Adam. Follow me. Let me help with that." He picked up a suitcase and started up the stairs. He looked to be around fourteen, almost as tall as Mr Davies, with bright blonde hair, blue eyes and a charming smile.
"They're all so polite!" Mrs Davies said, getting a slightly embarrassed smile from Adam.
"Yeah, you'll never fit in!" Mr Davies joked, getting a laugh from both Adam and Daniel.
"You wouldn't have been chosen to attend Kingswood if we didn't think you'd fit right in," Adam said, smiling warmly at the younger boy. "Anyway, once we get you to your dorm, you'll have some time to say goodbye and then start getting settled in," he explained. "I know unpacking is no fun, but if could get it done this afternoon and put your cases in the hallway, we'll be able to get them put into storage until your next visit home."
"Oh no, he won't be doing that. He's your problem now," Mrs Davies said, giving Daniel a playful poke.
"Yeah, he's your problem now!" Mr Davies added.
"Can you tell how much I'm going to miss them?" Daniel asked as Adam sniggered at the whole family's comments.
"Don't worry, you'll be too busy having fun to even think about missing them!" Adam said with a grin as they reached the landing. He turned left down the hall, away from the atrium. They had barely gone more than a few steps when he stopped. "This'll be you, then," he said, gesturing to the plaque on the wall next to the door that read '1.01'.
They stepped inside and placed down Daniel's bags.
"So the bunks are first come, first served, and it looks like you've got plenty of choice," Adam said with a smile. He looked to Daniel's parents. "Take as long as you need, I'll be just outside to show you out when you're done." He looked back to Daniel. "Once you've got settled in, feel free to look around or meet your dorm-mates, just don't go wandering too far. Someone will be along to take you on a proper tour of the school grounds." He headed out.
Daniel wasn't quite sure what he had expected from the dorm. He knew it was a nice school, but still somehow imagined some bare concrete room with rickety bunk-beds and not much else. Instead, he found what looked to be quite a nice room.
The end of the room they had come into was lined with eight large wardrobes, a name clearly labelled on each. Just beyond them were the bunk beds. There were two sets on each side of the room, their heads against the walls, a gap of just a few feet between each pair. A wide walkway passed down the centre to a large open area, the far wall lined with floor-to-ceiling windows. There were two desks on either side, against the walls, while the middle was filled up with four two-seater sofas, arranged with two facing the window, two facing away.
While the ceiling and windows retained their original features, the walls were painted in a duck-egg blue, with occasional different coloured lines of varying thickness. The colours carried through into the heavy curtains that could be pulled to cover the bottom half of the windowed wall as well as the bedding on the bunk beds.
"Looks good," Mr Davies said, sounding as surprised as Daniel felt.
"Want us to help you unpack?" Mrs Davies asked.
"Muuuuum, I can do some things for myself!" Daniel insisted, looking round awkwardly at the lone occupant of the room, a boy sitting alone on the sofas at the far end.
"Okay," Mrs Davies said, getting slightly teary, knowing the time to say goodbye was drawing close.
Mr Davies sensed his wife's distress, feeling a fairly substantial amount of it himself. "We should probably get going," he said, nodding to the door.
"Yeah," Mrs Davies agreed. She looked to Daniel and smiled. "We'll text you when we get home!"
"And I'll ignore you like I always do!" Daniel said back with a cheeky grin. When he saw his Mum almost in tears, he felt himself welling up a little and said, "I'll let you know how it's going!"
"Good lad," Mr Davies said. He reached down and gave his son a tight hug, much to the boy's embarrassment. Mrs Davies soon joined them, holding them both.
"Okay, be good," Mrs Davies said, sniffing as she stood up.
"Of course," Daniel said with a stern expression. As soon as his Mum looked away he smiled and shook his head at his Dad. "Well, I won't get caught, anyway!"
"That's my boy!" Mr Davies said happily.
A couple of minutes later, the two adults were gone, along with Adam. Figuring it was best to get unpacked quickly, if only to be out of the way when the other six boys arrived. He decided to pick a bunk, but there was no indication which one had already been taken.
"Hey, I'm Daniel," he said, heading over to where the other boy was sat.
While Daniel was slightly mature for his age, the boy sat alone was the opposite, looking like he could have easily passed for nine. "Hi, I'm David," the boy said back quietly, giving a meek smile. The raven-haired boy was short and chubby, his hazel eyes barely daring to make contact with Daniel's.
"Did you pick a bunk yet?" Daniel asked, gesturing backwards.
David shook his head. "No. I figured I'd let everyone else pick and I'd just take what's left," he explained timidly.
"Whaaaat? No way. Come on, you're first here. That's gotta have some perks, you get first choice," Daniel insisted.
David stood up, smiling shyly.
"Come on, which one d'you want?" Daniel asked.
The small boy's eyes briefly shot up to the top bunks, but then gestured to a bottom one and said, "That one, I guess."
Daniel folded his arms and shook his head. "No chance. Nobody chooses a bottom bunk. I saw you look at the top ones. Come on, be brave, pick the one you want!"
David's weak smile grew broader as he nodded gently. "Okay, then... that one!" he said, pointing to the top bunk nearest him.
"Good call," Daniel said, then gestured to the top bunk opposite it on the other side. "Then I'm taking this one! All the cool kids have the top bunks!"
David laughed. It was an adorable little giggle that made Daniel laugh along with it.
"Hey, you explored much yet?" Daniel asked as he headed back over to his cases.
David followed, standing close by. "Not yet. I was just gonna wait for the tour."
Daniel was already grabbing out handfuls of clothing and stuffing them roughly into the wardrobe or drawers beneath it. "Well that's no good. They'll only show us the bits they want is to see. Soon as I'm done, we're exploring properly!"
"Okay," David said, giggling again.
"Cutting it close," Adam said as he guided the last family towards their dorm.
Behind him were Mr and Mrs Wilson, who had been squabbling about several wrong turns since arriving, and their two sons, eleven-year-old Robert and eight-year-old Milo. As they reached dorm 1.01, Mr Wilson and Adam placed Robert's suitcases in front of his wardrobe before the teen gave the family the instructions on what to do.
The dorm was fairly quiet, with two boys sat on opposite sofas at the far end of the room and two of the bunks occupied. It was apparent that all but one bunk had been taken.
"That'll be yours, neighbour!" a boy laying on the near, left-side bunk said, gesturing to the unoccupied bottom bunk beside him.
"Thanks," Robert replied quietly, unsure if he should introduce himself. Robert had always been a little shy. Being one of the youngest in his year meant he was usually one of the smallest too, standing a few inches shorter than most classmates, yet still carrying a little puppy fat. His pale brown hair was almost the same colour as the smattering of freckles spread across his nose and cheeks, emphasised by his narrow-framed glasses.
"Well we should get going or it'll be gone midnight before we get home," Mrs Wilson said, slightly tearfully.
"Mum, don't make a scene," Robert grumbled, worried his Mum was about to burst into hysterics as she had that morning before leaving the house.
The woman sniffed, but smiled, not wanting to embarrass her son in front of his new classmates. "Fine, I guess I'll just say goodbye for now, then." she said, hugging her son. "You be good!"
"Like that'll happen," Mr Wilson said scornfully, getting a giggle from the boy's younger brother. The man grinned though and said, "If you can't be good, at least don't get caught!"
"Don't worry, you taught me well," Robert said, grinning at his Dad, especially as he heard a tut from his Mum. He hugged the man then looked to his little brother and said, "Gonna miss ya, squirt!"
Milo looked sad. As much as he fought with his big brother, he was his best friend and it was hard to say goodbye. He began to cry as the older boy hugged him. "Don't want ya to go," Milo sniffed quietly.
"I know dude, but I'll be home in a few weeks. And hey, give it a couple of years and you might be coming here too!" Robert said optimistically. Neither boy saw the expressions on their parents faces at the thought of paying for another son to attend the school.
A few moments later, with Milo still sniffing, the Wilson family left, leaving Robert behind in the dorm. He stood for a moment watching the empty doorway until he was disturbed by a voice from behind him.
"Tough, innit!" It was the boy who had directed him to the empty bed, now sitting up on the side of his bunk. "I'm Josh, by the way. Well, Joshua, but I totally hate being called that, so Josh it is."
Robert smiled. "Yeah, I getcha. I'm Robert but I prefer Rob," he explained.
To Rob, Josh looked like the kind of kid he usually would have avoided in his old school. Tall, well built, cheeky glint in his eye and doubtlessly popular. With his black hair shaved down one side and stylishly messy on top, complimented by almost-impossibly-dark brown eyes, he looked fairly intense, but the impish smile softened the look.
"Nice to meet ya," Josh said happily. "You should probably get unpacked quick. The tour'll be starting soon so you've not got long!"
"Okay, thanks," Rob replied. He quickly started unpacking, with Josh helpfully pointing out the space that was his. While unpacking, Rob noticed three more boys enter the dorm, but didn't have the chance to speak to them other than a polite hello.
Just as Rob was placing his cases out in the hallway as directed, a small group of Year 10 boys were approaching, splitting off for one to head into each dorm. It was Adam who entered 1.01 just behind Rob.
"Right, time for the tour," Adam said, walking in. He looked round and quickly counted. "We're missing two, where are..."
"We're here, we're here!" Daniel called out from the hallways, rushing in with David in tow. "Sorry," he said with a grin. "Wow, everyone's here!" he said, seeing the rest of his dorm-mates for the first time.
Adam smiled, shaking his head. "Anyway, let's begin," he said as the eight boys gathered close by. He stepped just outside the door and gestured down the hallway. "Okay, down there you've got dorms 1.02 to 1.06. They're home to the rest of you Year 7s and half of Year 8. The Floor Master's room is down there too!"
"And if you beat the floor master, you move on to the next level and face the final boss!" Josh called out with a cheeky grin, getting a laugh from the others.
"Speak out of turn again and you'll be expelled on the spot!" Adam said, stoney-faced.
"Wh... what? Really?" Josh asked, looking scared.
"No, you tit!" Adam said with a grin, getting an even bigger laugh from the others. "But interrupt again and I'll kick your butt!" His smile made it clear he was joking, but the boys quietened down anyway. "The Floor Master is the teacher who lives with you on this floor and is in charge outside of classroom hours. The old one was Mr Pemberton. He was scary, but he retired, so you've got a new one who we'll be meeting later.
"Also just round the corner you've got toilets. We have cleaners but we respect them, so treat those toilets like they're sacred, keep them clean and tidy because nobody is paid enough to clean up your literal shit! Word of warning, the last kid who got caught disrespecting the facilities got his ass beaten," he looked round at the boys, smile gone. "Not joking this time!" All the boys nodded their understanding.
Adam started walking, the other boys following. As they got to the landing, he pointed to the hallway reaching off down the opposite way. "That's dorms 1.07 to 1.12, the other half of Year 8 and all of Year 9. Over here we've got the shower room. Don't worry, no open showers, there's cubicles, so you don't have to worry about anyone seeing your teeny weenie!"
The boys laughed at the comment, but blushed a little too.
Adam pointed to the next door along and said, "There's some private study rooms through there. We'll go through how to book a room later when we get to the app. Through here we have the first floor Common Room."
As they went inside, they found another group of Year 7s being shown around. The Common Room was a huge area, split down the middle by a range of screens, tall plants and a couple of bookshelves. One side of the room had a selection of tables, chairs and small booths in one corner and big, squishy sofas and armchairs in the others with a small kitchenette in the middle with some fridges and drinks machines. The other side had rows of seats facing an enormous TV screen in one corner, then a pool table, foosball table and games consoles in the other.
All of the boys were excited about the room, in particular the TV and the other forms of entertainment. Adam talked them through the rules of the room, what they were and weren't allowed to do, what was expected of them with regards to respecting the space and other students who used it.
When they were done with the Common Room, they headed back out to the hallway. Gesturing upwards, Adam explained, "We won't bother going up there but next floor up is dorms for Years 10 and 11. They're only 4 to a dorm, so you got a few years until you get any more personal space! Top floor is Years 12 and 13, they're only 2 to a dorm. Aside from the dorm sizes, the facilities are just the same as you have down here." He headed down the stairs and started showing them around the ground floor. "Through there is the dining hall. We'll be going in there right after the tour, so we'll skip that for now."
Adam pointed out the kitchens and the laundry rooms, which Adam explained most of them would never need to see... so long as they behaved. They weren't sure whether he was being serious or joking again. Also on the ground floor was the school's infirmary, a few more private study/meeting rooms, toilets and a few other facilities.
Next the boys were led outside. On the way, Adam told them the building they had just left was known as the Home Building, or just 'Home' as they would almost certainly come to call it soon enough. Next up was the School Building, a short distance away from the Home Building. It was big, but not on the scale of the other building, and while it was visibly much newer, it had been built to mimic the style of the classic building. Adam didn't bother to shown them around the whole building, just talked roughly about what was on what floor and explained that a map was included in the Kingswood app.
The boys walked back towards the Home Building, assuming the tour was over, but carried on past it. Round the corner another building came into sight. Where the School building had been designed to blend in, the other one was very clearly and unapologetically modern - a massive, sleek wedge of chrome and glass. It was the Sports Complex. The building itself contained an Olympic size swimming pool, diving pool, gym, and a range of indoor courts. Arranged around it in the extensive grounds were football and rugby pitches, basketball hoops and tennis courts, each with large stands for spectators.
Behind the Home Building was a smaller building, which was home to the school's faculty and staff. The students were advised they were banned from going in there, except in extreme emergencies. Spread around the four buildings were expansive grounds and gardens, including a small lake, with benches and picnic tables dotted around. The grounds were surrounded by a fairly heavy treeline most of the way around.
With the tour over, most of the boys somewhat overwhelmed by the sheer size of the facilities, they headed back to the Home Building and into the Dining Hall. It was a huge room with a high ceiling, inlaid with extravagant artwork, huge windows running down one side.
"This actually used to be the library," Adam explained as they walked in, "But when they switched all the books to digital a few years back, they converted it into the Dining Hall. It's nice, but it can be chilly on cold days, especially in the morning, so I wouldn't recommend wandering down in your pyjamas!"
The room was filled with long tables with benches, stretching the length of the room in four columns, a slightly wider gap down the middle, leading to a couple of tables at the far end that went across the room.. The side of the room opposite the windows was lined with hot plates, serving areas and fridges.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," Danny said quietly to the others with a grin.
"Ah, not quite," Adam said, overhearing the comment. "No school houses here and no set seating either. Sit where you like, except for the tables at the end, they're for teachers and staff."
They continued down the hall to the end near the teachers table, where a a man they all recognised from their interviews was stood, a few other adults sitting nearby. Two other groups of Year 7 boys had already arrived, sitting patiently at the end, while around thirty older boys sat nearby.
"Well that's the tour, I'll see you all around. Enjoy your first night!" Adam said, getting a round of thank yous from the grateful 1.01 boys. "Grab a seat, we'll be getting started shortly," he finished, looking round to see the final group arriving as he went across to join his classmates.
The boys all took their seats, quietly whispering to each other as the final group came and joined them a few moments later. The familiar man cleared his throat, which triggered silence in the older boys, the new arrivals quickly following their lead. The man certainly carried an air of authority about him, just as he had during the interviews, but he had kind eyes and a welcoming smile. He looked to be around his mid-forties, with slightly thinning and receding black hair, styled very tidily and wearing a nicely tailored dark-grey suit and dark blue tie.
"Welcome, new arrivals," the man said cheerfully, "To another wonderful year at Kingswood. My name is Mr Everett and I am the Headmaster of this school. To my right, we have Mr Gregory, the Deputy Headmaster and Mr Fitzsimmons, our English teacher and master of the second floor."
The men nodded politely to the students as they were introduced. Mr Gregory was a harsh looking older man, probably pushing sixty, with half-moon glasses and a hooked nose that gave him a slightly owl-like appearance. On first appearances, he certainly appeared to be the 'bad cop' to Mr Everett's good. The other man, Mr Fitzsimmons, who would live on the second floor in charge of the year 10 and 11s as well as teaching English, was a much younger man. It was hard to pin down the age, he could have been anything from a young-looking twenty-five to youthful-looking forty.
"And to my left," Mr Everett went on, "We have Dr Arkwright, the school's Doctor and Counsellor and Mr Trent, the newest addition to the family. He will be master of the first floor and will also be our new drama teacher."
Again the men nodded at the mention of their names. Dr Arkwright was a kind-looking man in his late forties, sporting auburn hair tied back into a pony-tail and a neatly-trimmed beard that was the same auburn, but accented with streaks of grey. Mr Trent was visibly the newcomer, looking almost as nervous to be there as the Year 7 boys. He can't have been any older than his early-twenties, giving the impression that this might actually be his first proper teaching position. Perfectly-groomed, there wasn't a hair out of place and his suit looked brand new, very obvious signs of a desire to make the right first impression.
Mr Everett continued. "Now as you know, school does not start officially until the beginning of next week. We ask that you join us early to help acclimate you to your new environment, as well as getting to know your fellow students, the rest of whom will be joining us over the coming days, as well as your teachers. Mr Trent will take some time over the next few days to meet with each of you individually. As the master of your floor, he should be your first point of contact for any assistance you may need, but I would like to assure you that every member of the teaching stuff is here to help you have a safe, healthy, educational and, most importantly, fun experience here at Kingswood.
"This school is very selective about who we choose to attend and we can do so because we are the best. It is our aim for you to leave this school after your seven years here well-educated with excellent qualifications, but more importantly, well-rounded and capable members of society. Look around you. Your year group are your new family, your room-mates your new brothers and best friends. The relationships you build here will last you a lifetime."
"And that brings us nicely onto the final, and possibly most important people to you here at Kingswood," Mr Everett said, then gestured to the group of older boys. "These are out year 10 students, just beginning their fourth year here at the school. I understand you will have met some of them during your afternoon and I would firstly like to thank them all for the excellent job they have done organising and overseeing your arrival today."
Th Headmaster began a round of applause, the other staff following and then the Year 7 boys too. As it died down, he went on. "Each new student at the school is assigned a Year 10 student who will act as your mentor. They will continue in the role for the next four years until they leave. Your mentor will act as a friend, advisor and confidante. Many say they come to see their mentor as their big brother. You will learn from them just as they will learn from you. We will pair you up once we have finished dinner and then you will have some time to get to know them before returning to your dormitories for the evening.
"Now I believe I have talked more than enough, and I suspect the delicious smells are making you all as hungry as they are making me, so thank you for your time, welcome once again and bon appetit!" The Headmaster finally finished. He also received a round of applause, but it was short-lived as the boys were all eager to get to the food.
Once again the Year 10s guided the younger boys, showing them where to queue up and how everything worked. While there was an array of choices, which would expand even more once the school was full, there were guidelines on what the boys were required to take to ensure a healthy and balanced diet. Fortunately, there was enough choice that even the pickiest of eaters would be able to find something they liked.
As Daniel returned to the table, David tagging along beside him, both carrying trays of food, they were talking excitedly about everything they had seen. Daniel was mid-sentence when he stopped, staring over at the Year 10 table.
"You okay?" David asked, seeing his friend's cheeks flushing slightly red.
Daniel shook his head as he looked down at his plate. "Oh yeah, just recognised someone," he said with a shrug.
"Let me guess, someone you met at one of the selection days?" David asked, then shoved a chip in his mouth.
Daniel frowned at the shorter boy. "Yeah, how did you know?" he asked, confused.
David swallowed and said, "I did the same and I heard some of the others in the queue for food saying the same thing. But you wanna hear something weird?" Daniel nodded, chewing. "Seems to be a different one for each of us. You'd think they'd have had just a couple of them volunteering to help out, but I guess they give everyone a go."
Daniel didn't say anything back. His experience at the selection day was one of the reasons he had ended up excited about attending the school, but the full details of it were something he hadn't shared with anyone and wasn't about to start now.
As the boys continued eating, there were a few awkward silences. Although the boys had spent the last couple of hours together, they really didn't know each other yet. Once they all finished eating, including a return visit to the food area to grab dessert, the boys were instructed to take their trays over to the far corner where the plates and trays were stacked, ready for the staff working in the kitchen to clean. Much like the warning Adam had given them about the toilets, they were advised to keep the area clean and tidy as well as respecting the staff. While it should have sounded slightly intimidating, for most of the boys it was just adding to the sense of community that was quickly developing.
With the meal over, the Headmaster bid them all a quick goodbye and left Mr Trent in charge. "Okay everyone, listen up," Mr Trent called out, holding a tablet in one hand. "When I call your name, raise your hand. Once you see your partner, pair up and then go off to wherever you'd like to go. I expect all Year 7s back in their dorms by 7 o'clock please."
The teacher began calling out names. "David Brown," he called out, "And Robert Stevens!"
Daniel looked to his friend for a moment, unsure if he was that particular David. The boy quickly raised his hand and stepped forward.
"Jeremy Clark and Mark Dawson. Timothy Clarke and Aaron Pearce. Michael Corbyn and Joshua Jenkins." Mr Trent continued.
Daniel noticed one of the boys from his dorm raise his hand and tried to make himself remember the name Michael. He couldn't give it too much thought as the teacher called his name out next, followed by, "Joseph Hunter!"
Daniel froze for a second. Could it be the same guy...
"Hey bud," a tall, skinny Year 10 boy with wavy ginger hair, brown eyes and a goofy smile said, placing a hand on his shoulder. It was indeed the same boy Daniel had met at the selection day.
Six months earlier...
"If you could wait here please," Mr Everett said, showing Daniel out of the room then looking to his parents. "Mr and Mrs Davies, please come in," he said with a polite smile.
Daniel looked at his parents glumly as they eagerly jumped up to enter. He still couldn't believe this was happening. They were really trying to send him to boarding school? He always thought that was just for delinquents, criminals and orphans. He sat down, glancing briefly at the older boy sat opposite, who had been assisting Mr Everett throughout the afternoon.
"How did it go?" the older boy asked.
Daniel just shrugged. It had just been a conversation. He was expecting a full-on examination based on how hard everyone said the school was to get into.
The older boy smiled. He knew how the boy felt. He had been there himself just a few years earlier. "You may wanna get comfortable," he said, gesturing to the door. "This part takes aaaaaages."
"Great," the moody boy said sarcastically.
"I'm Joseph, by the way," the boy introduced himself.
"Daniel," Daniel replied with a dismissive shrug.
Joseph stood up. "Ya know, the only instruction they gave me was to keep an eye on you and make sure you stay safe while your parents are occupied. They never said we had to stay here. Wanna go take a look around?"
Daniel looked at the door. He suspected his parents might be annoyed at him if he wandered off, but as he was annoyed with them, it seemed like a good idea. Besides, misbehaving might make the school decide not to offer him a place. "Yeah, okay," he said, standing up and following as Joseph headed out of the waiting area.
The rooms being used for the interviews and selection activities were in a hotel, but being mid-week in the daytime, the place was pretty quiet.
"So what d'you reckon about going to Kingswood?" Joseph asked as they casually strolled down a long corridor.
"It sucks!" Daniel pouted.
Joseph laughed. "Yeah, that's what I thought too," he said with a grin. "But... erm... well my feelings have changed on it a little."
"Mine won't," Daniel insisted.
"Fair enough," Joseph said with a nod. "I'm not gonna tell you what you should or shouldn't do, but I'm definitely gonna say there's a lot more to Kingswood than schoolwork!"
Daniel rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that guy said the whole 'it's like family' thing, but that's stupid."
"Is it? Why?" Joseph asked, amused by the boy's obvious annoyance.
"Well if family's so great, why make us go somewhere that's 'like' family, when we could just stay home... ya know... with 'actual' family!" Daniel replied.
Joseph burst into laughter. "You're a smart one aren't you. Between that and," he paused, gesturing at the whole of Daniel, from his head to his feet, "All of this, you'll fit right in!"
Daniel frowned, not quite sure what to make of the comment.
"Hey, what's in here?" Joseph asked as they passed a door. He tried the handle and it opened, so he pushed it slowly open and peeked inside. "Oh cool!" he exclaimed, walking in.
"What?" Daniel asked, curious.
"Wanna watch some TV?" Joseph asked, pointing to the huge screen set against one wall of the small room. There were a couple of sofas facing it. He grabbed the remote and sat down.
Daniel lingered by the door. "I dunno. Will we get in trouble for being in here?"
"Not if we don't get caught," Joseph insisted. "Now come sit down!" He patted the seat next to him, so Daniel closed the door and came to sit beside him. "Let's see what's on!"
The TV turned on and started playing news, so Joseph quickly navigated to the guide. He started scrolling down, saying things like, 'boring', 'snoozefest' and 'no way' at each program listed. He continued scrolling down, whizzing past the kids channels, despite apparent interest from Daniel, though he didn't want to show it in front of the older boy.
"Oh cool!" Joseph said, as they reached the more mature channels. He glanced at Daniel and asked, "You... erm... you ever look at these channels?" he asked. "Sometimes they have previews where you get to see... ya know... stuff!"
"No!" Daniel insisted, but his blushes said otherwise.
"Let's try this one!" Joseph said, stopping on one of the titles. As he clicked it, two naked men appeared on screen. "Oh my God!" he exclaimed. "Is this channel unlocked?" He quickly went up a couple of channels and back down, but found that only that one seemed to be playing a full feature.
The two boys sat in silence, staring at the screen. The two men were kissing, and though they were naked, their bodies were pressed together, concealing their cocks. A few moments later, they pulled apart, each grabbing the others cock and stroking it gently.
Joseph was squirming a little, his hand on his crotch, trying not to look like he was doing anything. "Do... do you... erm... jerk off yet?" he asked awkwardly, cheeks bright red.
Daniel looked terrified. Between the images on the screen and the boy beside him, it was like nothing he had felt before, but he understood why Joseph's hand was where it was. His own cock was rigid. He thought about the question and lied, "Y... yeah... of course!"
"Liar!" Joseph said with a snigger. "Do you even know what it is?"
Daniel considered lying again, but instead just shook his head.
Joseph gestured to the screen. "It's pretty much what they're doing. You can do it to others, but you can just do it to yourself too!"
"W... why?" Daniel asked nervously.
"Cos it feels good. Like, really good!" Joseph said, eyes wide at the thought of it. "Do you.... mind if I do it?"
Daniel trembled. The other boy was about to get his cock out. He had only seen boys his age naked, normally at the pool in the changing rooms. He had sometimes caught a glimpse of older boys, or men and been curious about the much bigger cocks, but now he would see one up close... and it would be hard too! "Sure," he said shyly, trying to pretend he was watching the TV when it was blindingly obvious he was just watching Joseph.
Rather than just pulling out his cock, Joseph undid his trousers, then pulled them down along with his underwear to his knees, his six inch cock springing free. "Ah yeah," he moaned as he wrapped his hand around it. "So it's like this," he said, stroking it slowly, then looking to Daniel who blushed when he realised he had been caught looking.
"And it... it feels good?" Daniel asked, subconsciously groping his own erection.
"Why don't you try it?" Joseph asked, grinning once again.
"Oh, no... erm... well I'm... erm..." Daniel stuttered, looking at Joseph's cock.
"You're smaller, is that it?" Joseph asked frankly. He got a gentle nod. "Dude, you're what... ten?"
"Eleven!" Daniel corrected him.
"Right, exactly, you probably haven't even started puberty yet, so of course you're smaller. Relax, I don't care. It's about feeling good, not about how it looks!"
Daniel smiled and nodded. As if the reassurance were permission enough to proceed, he did the same as Joseph and pulled his trousers and briefs down to his knees. His cock was barely two inches, but was ramrod stiff. He grabbed it just as Joseph had, but it seemed dwarfed by his hand.
"That probably won't work for you yet," Joseph said. "Let go a sec," he instructed.
Daniel let go and watched as Joseph reached across and took hold of it with just his thumb and forefinger, stroking up and down the tiny tool a few times. Daniel let out a pleasured whimper as the older boy's fingers touched him for the first time.
"Like that!" Joseph instructed.
"Okay," Daniel said eagerly, then grabbed hold as he had been shown. He let out a high-pitched moan of pleasure as he started stroking.
"Good, ain't it?" Joseph asked, returning to stroking his own cock. "So you keep doing that and eventually you cum. It's got a proper name or something, but everyone just calls it cumming," Joseph explained. "It's weird, you kinda feel like you're gonna pee, but then you shoot spunk not pee and it feels... like nothing else!"
"Awesome!" Daniel said excitedly, stroking his little dick faster.
"Ah, you may not get that. You're probably too young. I mean, it'll feel good, but you won't shoot," Joseph added. "You will eventually. Maybe even by the time you come to Kingswood!"
The two boys continued masturbating, the TV playing but both more interested in each other than the screen.
"Can... can I... touch yours?" Daniel asked, wondering how the much bigger cock would feel.
Joseph grinned. "How about this. You come to Kingswood and I'll let you," he teased. "In fact, there's a lot of stuff like this at Kingswood. You think you'd like to try more of it?"
Daniel nodded eagerly, his hand virtually a blur on his cock now.
"Excellent!" Joseph said breathlessly as he sat back and lifted his shirt. His cock erupted, spurting several heavy shots of spunk onto his smooth torso.
"Wow!" Daniel gasped, then felt his own orgasm begin, his very first one! He trembled and stared at Joseph, slightly scared, but glad the older boy had explained what was happening.
The two boys sat catching their breath, then turned to face each other, both blushing but smiling. A few minutes later, they were cleaned up, dressed and heading back to the waiting area. On the way, Joseph had continued to tell the younger boy about Kingswood, though it remained purely about the more academic and social aspects, and less about secret handjobs!
A short while after they got back, Daniel's parents emerged from the meeting room, chattering politely with Mr Everett. They greeted their son who stood to join them as Mr Everett and Joseph bid them goodbye.
"So how did he do?" Joseph asked.
"You know I can't say," Mr Everett said with a nod. "But you can. How did he do with you? Think he's Kingswood material?"
"Definitely!" Joseph said eagerly with a grin. "I think he'd fit right in!"
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