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Tales from Kingswood --------------------
Chapter 11 ----------
Saturday 28 September 2019
It was the fifth weekend at the school and by now the boys had very much settle into their new routine. Saturday mornings always went the same. Mikey, Josh and Danny had been up early to go to breakfast then head off to football, while James, David and Rob headed off for to play video games, having found it was the best time in the week for them to get in a couple of hours without anyone else wanting a turn.
As usual, when Danny's alarm went off, Chris had given him a quick cuddle before climbing down to the bunk below and getting in bed with Nicky, the rest of the boys leaving them happily snoozing away as they left.
Mid-morning, Nicky stirred and let out a happy chuckle feeling the other boy nestled against his side. "Hey, you awake?" he whispered softly.
"No. Too tired. Never waking up again!" Chris mumbled without opening his eyes, nuzzling his head against Nicky's chest.
"That's a shame... I'm horny!" Nicky replied softly, waiting for the inevitable reaction.
Chris sleepily reached down, pushed his boxers to mid-thigh and replied, "Do what you gotta do, just don't wake me, 'kay?"
"Too tired to wank! Interesting! I guess sleep's good too!" Nicky said, mostly to himself, knowing Chris was not even fully alert. He reached down and pulled Chris' boxers back up, then wrapped himself around the sleepy boy and left himself drift back off to sleep with him.
Over at the Sports Complex, a match was well underway between the Year 8 and Year 10 teams. The rest of the teams were over in the stands, either watching the match or discussing tactics for their own upcoming matches.
Amongst the Year 7 team there was a significant amount of squabbling. Mr Cunningham liked to give new teams at least half a term to get settled in and used to playing together before naming a team captain, but several of the boys were clearly vying for the position, often showboating to demonstrate their skills or trying to enforce their own strategies on the team.
Anthony Hall from 1.02 and Aaron Moore from 1.04 seemed to be the current favourites for the position and were currently engaged in a heated argument over the best formation for taking on the substantially, bigger, faster and more experienced Year 11 team they would face later that morning.
Josh and Mikey were sat together listening to the strategy being discussed. Danny, whose position as goalkeeper meant his strategy was always just to stop the ball and Kyle, who was one of the weaker players and rarely made it off the bench, sat behind them, not really paying much attention. Instead, they had just been chatting to each other and watching the match in progress.
"Danny..." Kyle said cautiously, breaking a few moments' silence.
"Kyle!" Danny said back with a grin, looking round at his friend. He frowned a little as he saw the slightly worried expression.
"Does... Chris ever... or, or has he ever... mentioned me?" the other boy asked nervously.
Danny's brow furrowed even more at the question, then he smirked a little and said sarcastically, "Oh yeah, all the time. In fact, sometimes you're all any of us can talk about!"
"Ha, ha ha, haaaa. You're a funny guy!" Kyle answered coldly, then grinned and added, "But that's enough about your face!"
"Oof, right in the feels!" Danny said, clutching at his chest and feigning pain. "Why would he... talk about you?" he asked, still a little lost.
Kyle shrugged. "I dunno," he said, already wishing he hadn't brought up the subject.
"Oh!" Danny said in realisation. "You still think he's my boyfriend, don't you. You think he's jealous of you because we hang out together!"
Kyle was torn. On one hand, he could allow Danny to believe his false assumption, though that would likely irritate him. He knew Danny still got annoyed when anyone misinterpreted the close friendship the two boys shared. On the other hand, he could come clean about why he was asking, but would that make things weird between them?
"S... sorry," Kyle stuttered awkwardly. "Forget I asked." He stared down at his football boots, one hand grasped in the other, fidgeting.
"Hey, what is it?" Danny asked, reached across and placing a hand on Kyle's back. "I didn't mean to upset you!"
Kyle sighed. "Okay, can I... tell you something... about me and Chris?"
"Sure!" Danny said, frowning again. He was just surprised there was anything to tell. To the best of his knowledge, outside of a few shared classes, the two had never even interacted before.
"Well, a few weeks ago, not long after term started, I... wasn't doing so well," Kyle explained, feeling a little uncomfortable even thinking about how bad he had felt earlier in the term.
"I remember," Danny said, letting the hand on Kyle's back rub up and down slightly.
"Well, Chris kinda found me..." Kyle paused, leaned towards Danny and whispered, "Crying, one night," he leaned back and returned to normal volume, "And we ended up chatting for ages. It made me feel loads better, but there was also kind of... a moment between us and we said we'd do it again, but then when we said good night I," he leaned in to whisper again, "I kissed him. Only on the cheek."
"Oh!" Danny said, slightly taken aback.
"I mean, I don't... even know why I did it. I think I just... he'd made me feel so much better and I was, I dunno, confused and upset. But since then... we haven't even spoken and I'm kinda worried he's avoiding me because he thinks I like him. You know, LIKE HIM like him!" Kyle explained.
Danny was a little shaken. Kyle and Chris had kissed? Even if it was as innocent as Kyle made out, it had still happened... but what was most concerning was that Chris hadn't told him. Chris told him everything, or so he thought. This was now the second secret he knew his supposed best friend was keeping from him.
"Danny?" Kyle asked, interrupting him from his thoughts.
"Sorry," Danny said, shaking his head slightly. "Erm, no, Chris never mentioned... any of it! But he's never said anything bad either and I reckon that if he had a problem with you he... he would have told me!" His voice trailed off a little towards the end. A few moments earlier, 'he would have told me' would have been said with absolute confidence, but it was becoming clear that his best friend perhaps didn't actually tell him everything. "Do you... want me to talk to him about it?" he asked, not quite sure what he would even say.
"No!" Kyle said emphatically. It felt embarrassing enough to have even talked about it with Danny. Having Chris hear about his fears and insecurity just felt even more embarrassing. "No need. It's... it's fine. If there's no problem then... maybe we just leave it."
Danny nodded as he pulled his hand back, the two boys drifting back into silence, each thinking about Chris, as the game ahead of them played out.
After football practice finished, Mikey, Josh and Danny were on their way back to the dorm with Kyle tagging along if only to avoid hanging round with his argumentative dorm-buddies. The atmosphere was mostly quite cheerful, yet Mikey had taken on his usual role of complainer.
"Yeah, but we lost both games!" Mikey said, completely at a loss as to how the other three boys could be looking at it all so positively.
"We were always going to lose." Danny insisted. Their matches had been against the teams from Years 10 and 11 and had been very clear defeats. "Both teams are just stronger, faster and, pretty much all round better than us!"
"That's all teams!" Kyle added with a snigger.
"Exactly!" Danny agreed. "That's my point. The fact we scored in both matches is pretty freaking awesome!"
"Yeah, but only once in each. We still lost 5-1 and 4-1!" Mikey said, shaking his head as they entered the Home Building.
Josh shook his head. "YOU scored!" he said, bemused. "You actually scored a goal against the Year 11 team. I mean, some of those guys are like twice your size!"
"Yeah, literally!" Danny added. "I could sit on your shoulders and we still wouldn't be as big as Jason Hart! And you ran circles round him to get that goal!"
"Yeah. But. We. Lost!" Mikey said, emphasising each word.
"Is he always like this?" Kyle asked with a grin, looking to the other two as he gestured to Mikey. The dorm 1.04 boy was still getting to know most of the others, having mostly hung out with just Danny before.
"Yeah," Josh said back with a snigger. He threw an arm around the negative boy and added, "He's our Moaning Mikey, but we love him anyway!"
"Piss off!" Mikey harrumphed, shoving Josh gently, but not actually attempting to pull free of his arm as they began up the stairs, smiling reluctantly.
Danny and Kyle both laughed as they followed.
"Hey, you hear that?" Danny asked as the laughter quietened. The others stopped, almost at the top of the stairs, and listened.
Dorm 1.01 was right next to the stairs and they could hear music coming from inside. It wasn't unusual, many of the dorms often has music playing in the evenings or at weekends, but this sounded different.
Danny raised his fingers to his lips to keep the others quiet, then crept up onto the landing and along the short way to the door to their dorm. The music was definitely coming from inside.
"Is that Chris?" Kyle asked, recognising the voice singing.
Danny nodded. "And Nicky, I think!" he added, hearing a second voice. Carefully he opened the door, the music immediately growing in volume.
At the far end of the dorm, Chris and Nicky were sat together, both playing their guitars.
"Champagne and rolled-up notes, Pre-nups and broken homes, Surrounded, but still alone, Let's leave the party!" Nicky sang, the two boys performing an acoustic version of Ed Sheeran's Beautiful People.
"That's not who we are," Chris took over the singing, Nicky continuing with backing vocals. "We are not beautiful. Yeah that's not who we are. We are not beautiful. We are, we are, we are, we are not beautiful!"
And with that, the song ended. There was a brief moment of silence before Mikey, Josh and Kyle burst into cheers and applause. Chris and Nicky looked round in shock, surprised at the appearance of their sudden audience. Nicky immediately put down his guitar, blushing heavily, while Chris grinned, standing to take a bow. Danny just stared silently.
"Shit, man. That was freakin' amazing!" Josh said, rushing forward to his room-mates. Kyle and Mikey followed, with Danny staying a short way behind.
"Yeah, seriously. You guys are great!" Kyle agreed, grinning at Nicky, who he had only really interacted with at diving club.
"How long were you guys there?" Nicky asked, shrinking into the sofa. While he was very much beginning to come out of his shell with the others in the dorm, performing in front of them still seemed significantly out of his comfort zone. He would never normally sing with anyone else around.
"Long enough to know we're in the presence of the next Ed Sheerans!" Josh said excitedly.
While Kyle and Josh worked on convincing Nicky that they genuinely thought it had sounded good, not helped by Mikey who was making occasional snide remarks, Danny approached Chris, still in shocked silence.
"Nothing to... say?" Chris asked with a half-grin, slightly worried by his best friend's uncharacteristic silence.
"I've... I've never heard you sing before!" Danny said, feeling a strange fluttering in his stomach. The two boys often listened to music together and Danny knew his friend was a good guitar player, but he had never once stopped to wonder what other musical talents he may have.
"And....?" Chris asked, beginning to get a little nervous.
"You... you sounded..." Danny stumbled over his words, unsure of the right one. He smiled, as he considered the song he had heard. "You sounded beautiful!"
Chris blushed as he grinned, looking away shyly. "Really?" he asked, truly flattered.
"Really!" Danny insisted.
The two stood looking at each other for several moments before Kyle approached and said softly, "You sounded great!"
"Oh, hey Kyle!" Chris said, looking awkwardly between Danny and the unexpected visitor. He quickly added, "Been meaning to catch up with you for aaaaages. How's everything going now?"
Kyle appeared to visibly relax thanks to the comment, which prompted Danny to shoot him a quick smile. The boy's earlier nervousness seemingly melting away before his eyes.
"Things still suck in one-oh-four, but hey, I got my guy Danny here to get me through!" Kyle said cheerfully, gesturing to the other boy.
"Yeah, I saw you two hanging out the other day." Chris said, skipping over the fact he had deliberately avoided them at the time. "Glad to see some of you from outside one-oh-one are getting to enjoy Danny as much as we do!" Chris said, throwing an arm around his best mate.
Danny's head was spinning. He had gone from being annoyed at Chris for keeping things from him, to mesmerised by his singing, to slightly embarrassed over the compliment. Chris and Kyle began to talk, albeit still awkwardly, but at least they were talking. While it was nice to see his new friend and his best friend connecting, he still had a lot running through his head. For now he just followed on behind as they headed for a seat, lost in the growing miasma of conflicting thoughts.
"Okay, okay stop!" Sam insisted.
Rob pulled back, releasing the fourteen-year-old's cock from his mouth. "What did I do?" he asked, looking worried, briefly glancing round the study room they were in. Ever since Rob had been put in chastity, he had been following the orders of his mentor, Sam. In exchange for the sexual favours Sam requested, Rob would be allowed a weekly orgasm when he was unlocked for cleaning.
In reality, there was absolutely no coercion. They very much kept up the facade of the semi-blackmailish agreement for nothing more than their own entertainment. Rob clearly enjoyed the things they did together but one thing had become obvious very early on. Rob was seemingly incapable of effectively pleasuring anyone but himself! His lack of any natural talent at it had resulted in their sessions turning more into sex lessons that erotic liaisons.
While Rob could get himself off in no time, having made himself cum in less than a minute the last time he had been allowed to touch himself, when it came to pleasuring Sam, he had a LOT to learn. Rob's hand-to-cock technique was, in Sam's words, 'like he was trying to win a thumb war while torturing you for information'. That was the first thing they had worked on and the boy had made great strides. He was still far from perfect. Sam's latest review of his technique was 'like a disgruntled housewife jerking off her husband because it's his birthday, but not a big one!'
While the masturbatory lessons still had a long way to go, they had also started working on oral pleasure too. Thankfully, Rob seemed a little more gifted with his mouth than he was with his hand, though the best review Sam had managed to give it so far was 'like trying to blow up a balloon that refuses to start inflating'.
"Please don't be annoyed, I'm trying!" Rob said, looking sad. He had been trying so hard for weeks to get better, but it was frustrating as the young savant normally picked up any other new skill seemingly overnight.
"Relax, mate," Sam said, pulling on the boy's shoulder, encouraging him to stand. "You ARE getting better.... slowly, but I just... I kinda got the feeling your mind's somewhere else." He gestured down to his own erection and said, "This stuff's cool, but I'm your mentor first and if something's on your mind, I'm here for you!"
Rob pouted a little, thinking.
"Come here," Sam said, gesturing to the small sofa against the wall. He sat down and held an arm out.
Rob flopped down next to him, letting the older boy drape his arm around him. While they were not at the same level of extreme cuddling that Chris managed to achieve, their extremely intimate activities brought with it a natural and easy closeness that allowed for casual affection.
"Talk to me, lil dude. What's on your mind?" Sam asked, giving Rob a momentary squeeze.
Rob still looked reluctant. "Look, if I tell you what's been bothering me, you have to promise not to tell anyone!"
Sam raised a hand. "Come on, mentor confidentiality, that's rule number one, you know that!"
Rob pursed his lips again and a few moments later added, "Exactly, it's your mentor I DON'T want to find out about it!"
"Mark? Why?" Sam asked. His own mentor was Mark Williams, eldest brother to Rob's best friend, Josh.
"You promise?" Rob asked firmly.
"Okay, I promise," Sam agreed, as confused as he was intrigued.
Rob sat up and took a deep breath, still having second thoughts about sharing his concerns. "It's about Josh. He's... he's been... weird!"
"Weird how?" Sam asked, curious. He didn't really know the other Year 7 boy, but between the things he had heard from Mark and how much Rob spoke about him, he had a pretty good idea of what the boy was like.
"Well, he got into trouble a couple of times earlier in the term..." Rob started.
"You mean he started a fight with another student then was late to football practice and got the whole team a naked punishment for it!" Sam said, having heard about both incidents through the Kingswood rumour-mill.
"He didn't!" Rob snapped. He huffed a little. "That's the thing, he didn't DO that stuff! He didn't do anything to start that fight!"
"Mark says otherwise!" Sam argued back, beginning to get defensive about his mentor/friend.
"Yeah, well, that's part of the problem. Josh said Mark lied about it to get him into trouble and that Mark and their other brother deliberately made Josh late to football practice to get him into more trouble!" Rob insisted.
"Okay, so..." Sam started, sitting forward in his seat. "You've got some... conspiracy theory that Mark, who in his six years at the school has never lied, fought or been in trouble for anything, has suddenly gone all... super-villain. That's a bit crazy, but even if it's true, what's that got to do with Josh acting weird?"
"Ugh, forget it. I knew you wouldn't understand!" Rob said angrily, folding his arms and pulling away.
"Hey, save the attitude. I get that you're concerned and looking out for your friend, but so am I!" Sam said back firmly. He sighed heavily as Rob just stared back in silence. He reached across and placed his hand on Rob's back, rubbing it gently. "I'm sorry. Look, can we just try again. You're worried about Josh, so tell me what's worrying you!"
Rob continued pouting for a few seconds, then shook his head and said, "Well after... the football thing, whatever it is that actually happened, he was really upset about the rest of the team being punished because of him, and he told me 'I'll sort it out!' and... and I guess he did because nothing else has happened since, but... he's... I dunno, he's changed. He still, like, laughs and jokes when we're all together, but when I get him on his own, he's... he's quiet and withdrawn and... kinda sad all the time but he won't tell me why!"
Sam thought for a moment, then shrugged. He still found it hard to believe that his mentor would have done anything Rob described. If anything, Josh sounded more like the troublemaker in the Williams family. "Maybe that's just how he is. Some people are different when they're in groups. It might even be a compliment to you!" Sam explained, but got a look back from Rob that was somewhere between quizzical and annoyed. "What I mean is, you two are close, right? Well maybe he just feels comfortable enough around you to... I dunno, let his guard down and let you see the real him, you know, the side of him he hides from everyone else!"
Rob looked thoughtful for a moment, frowning a little. "I... hadn't thought of that," he said thoughtfully. He trusted Sam, the older boy having really helped him while he settled into the school. He was smart too. Not book-smart, like Rob, but more street-wise. So far, he was yet to guide him wrong. "You're probably right, but... I dunno, he still seems down to me!"
Sam shrugged. "I don't know then. But as long as he's saying he's fone, there's not really much you can do, is there?"
"I suppose not," Rob said dejectedly, his eyes lowering to the ground as he let out a weak sigh.
"Hey," Sam said, smiling as he nudged Rob's arm, prompting him to look round. He raised a leg onto the sofa, sliding it behind Rob and turned so he was sat sideways. "Come here," he said, then pulled the younger boy to sit between his legs.
Rob smiled as he leaned back against the older boy, enjoying the skin-on-skin contact as Sam looped his arms around him. "Don't I need to continue my lesson?" he asked, wiggling his butt a little against Sam's semi-hard cock.
"Nah, you need cheering up, so this is all about you!" Sam said softly into the younger boy's ear, then gently kissed him on the neck.
Rob suspected he knew what was coming, but that didn't make it any less exciting as he felt both of Sam's hands slide up the smooth chubbiness of his belly and onto his chest, a nipple being gently squeezed between each thumb and forefinger. Before coming to the school, Rob had not been masturbating for long, but his focus had remained solely on his small cock, playing with it eagerly to achieve a (dry) orgasm as quickly as possible. His time with Sam had helped him discover entirely new sensations.
Rob's nipples were exceptionally sensitive, that had become clear very quickly, much to his mentor's delight. Sam took great pleasure in using the boy's nipples to both tease and tantalise the younger boy. On more than one occasion, he had actually managed to get Rob right to the verge of orgasm simply by playing, teasing, sucking and licking on them. He knew that wouldn't happen today, at least not in their current position, unable to get his mouth around them, but that didn't stop him from inflicting the most enjoyment possible with just his fingers.
"Oh yusssss!" Rob hissed, shuddering slightly as his chest was massaged by the teen's eager hands. He pressed his back against Sam, revelling in the close contact, particularly as he felt his mentor's cock fully stiffen, against the top of his butt and small of his back. He gyrated his hips a little. He may not have been very good at pleasuring Sam with his hands or mouth, but the simple friction of their bodies was sure to do the job.
Surely enough, the rigid tool was dribbling small globs of warm, wet pre-cum against Rob, the elder boy now humping Rob as he continued his torturous nipple teasing.
"Mmmmm," Rob mewed happily, the dual pleasure of his nipples and Sam's cock only enhanced further by the heavy breathing and occasional moans of pleasure he kept hearing from behind.
Keeping one hand on Rob's chest, Sam lowered his other one the boy's rigid little dick. It felt so weird between his fingers, so small compared to his own yet every bit as firm and eager. As he stroked his thumb and forefinger up and down the short shaft, he let his pinky slip down to caress the hairless scrotum below, teasing the boy's testicles, wondering when they might finally start producing the juices that would free Rob from his chastity permanently.
"Sam, I'm gonna..." Rob started, but was interrupted by a grunt from behind as Sam suddenly tensed, gripping Rob tightly as several spurts of spunk oozed out, filling every little gap between their bodies. It was enough to set Rob off too, and while he made none of the mess that the older boy did, he felt every bit of the same pleasure, letting out a high-pitched whimper as he did so.
With his orgasm finally subsiding, Sam flopped back a little against the back of the sofa, his arms drooping limply. Rob followed, laying back against his mentor as they both caught their breaths, revelling in the shared post-orgasmic bliss.
"That was so good!" Rob said eagerly, tilting his head round to look up at Sam. "Does that count as me making you cum?"
Sam smiled, and raised a finger to Rob's lips. "Shh, just enjoy it for now!"
Rob smiled, shifting round slightly to lay more comfortably against the older boy.
The boys were much later than normal getting to sleep, primarily because of the excitement of what was to come the following day. Tomorrow was Chris' birthday. For boys who wished to celebrate their birthdays (Nicky having chosen not to) there were a range of celebrations the school made available. Chris had chosen a day out for the dorm to a nearby arcade and a movie at the cinema.
Aside from the general excitement of a birthday in the dorm and the inevitable fun that was to be had, it was a strange realisation that this would be their very first return to the 'real' world outside of Kingswood since arriving at the school nearly five weeks earlier.
While James said the whole thing seemed like an unnecessary distraction from schoolwork and Mikey complained he would miss tennis practice in the evening, the dorm as a whole couldn't have been more excited about it. For the first time since coming to the school, Mr Trent actually had to come in to tell the boys to stop talking and go to sleep, though he understood the reason for their excitement and didn't feel the need to threaten any punishment.
It was almost eleven before most of the boys had drifted off to sleep. Chris was, as usual, curled up beside Danny. Across the room, Josh had slipped across into Rob's bunk. It was only the second time the two best friends had shared a bunk. The first time had drawn just a couple of remarks from the rest of the boys, but this time nobody really paid any attention to it at all.
It was just before midnight when Chris began to stir. By now, Danny had gotten used to waking up to the quiet moans and jerky movements of his dreaming friend, but that night he had something planned and deliberately stayed awake, so he noticed the moment they started. He tried his usual routine of stroking his fingers through Chris' hair and whispering to him comfortingly, but whatever he was dreaming about that night seemed particularly nasty and persistent.
"No!" Chris whimpered, grabbing Danny tightly.
His grip was so tight, Danny almost struggled to breathe. "Chris!" he whispered. "Chris!" he repeated slightly louder, nudging against the other boy to try and wake him.
"Don't go!" Chris yelped as he awoke, breathing heavily as tears ran down his cheeks.
"It's okay," Danny said reassuringly, stroking the distraught boy's arm. "You were just dreaming!"
Chris lay motionless for several moments, catching his breath and sniffing back tears as he stared at the ceiling. After a couple of minutes, he tilted his head sideways to look at Danny who was sat up, staring down at him. "Sorry," he whispered.
"It's okay, don't be sorry. D'you remember what you were dreaming about?" Danny asked, brushing aside a few stray strands of sweat-matted hair.
Chris looked reluctant for a moment, then nodded. He sniffed and began, "I was... I was at home, or... or going home and when I got there, the front door was on fire so I started looking for everyone and shouting at them to get out and... and they kept showing up at the windows and looking at me, but... but all they did was smile and wave while the fire kept spreading. Then... then the whole house was on fire..." he paused, his breathing speeding up again until he felt Danny's hand on chest. He grabbed it, nodded at his friend and took a couple of deep breaths before going on. "I knew I had to get them out, so I ran inside and started looking for them, but every time I went into one room, they moved two rooms away so the more I chased them the further they were, but... but the fire was still burning and... and they started to burn too, but they weren't in pain, it was... it was like they were enjoying it and eventually they just burned away into nothing and I was... I was just stuck there in a burning house and I didn't know the way out."
By the end, Chris was in tears again, so Danny leaned down and held onto him tightly, holding him as he quietly cried. When he eventually pulled away he offered a timid smile and said, "Chris, I think... maybe you should go and see Dr Arkwright some time!"
Chris frowned. "Why? I'm not sick!" he said, sniffing and wiping a cheek, sounding almost offended by the suggestion.
"Not, physically, no. But maybe... in your head," Danny suggested, struggling to find the right words.
"You saying I'm mental?" Chris asked angrily.
"No!" Danny insisted defensively. "It's just..." he paused, exhaling sharply, wondering if he should maybe just let it drop.
"I'm not nuts just because I had a bad dream!" Chris said, scowling.
Danny took another deep breath. "Yeah, but it's not A bad dream. I don't know how much you remember, because you usually go straight back to sleep or don't wake up at all, but this... happens way more than it should," he explained. "Like, almost every night since you've been here!"
"What? No, I... it's not..." Chris tried to argue, sure Danny had to be wrong, but vague snippets of other times he had awoken upset suddenly started flooding back to him. He thought for a moment. "Maybe I AM mental!" he said, shakily.
"No," Danny said, grabbing his friend's hand. "You've... got some issues, but that doesn't make you mental! It just means you might.... need a bit of help!"
Chris smiled weakly, squeezing Danny's hand. "I... I'll get it. I like how you look out for me!" he said, raising his free hand to gently touch Danny's cheek.
Danny chuckled and replied, "Good, cos I like looking out for you!" He glanced at the time and saw it had just gone midnight, suddenly remembering his plan. "Hey, get up, and come with me! Might wanna put some clothes on too!" he instructed excitedly.
"What? Why? Where are we going?" Chris asked as they shuffled across the bunk to the ladder, but just got shushed.
Silently, both boys slipped on their trainers and Chris grabbed a t-shirt. They crept out of the door, pausing to make sure they couldn't hear anyone out patrolling the halls. Sure that the coast was clear they slipped down the corridor and quietly made their way down the stairs, then across the foyer to the front doors.
Once they were outside, they hugged the side of the building round to the end, then started heading across the gardens. Satisfied that they were far enough from the building to not be heard, Chris asked again, "Where are we going?" He lagged behind a little, mildly apprehensive about being out on school grounds after dark.
"You'll see!" Danny said, grinning as he grabbed his friend's hand to pull him along.
"If I'd known we were coming outside, I'd have put more clothes on!" Chris said with a slight snigger as he padded along his just his boxers and t-shirt.
A minute later, they had passed through the gardens and entered a small thicket of trees, Danny turning on the torch on his phone to illuminate the way as the school's lights faded behind them. Just beyond the trees was the school's lake. The side they were on consisted of a gentle, grassy slope, about ten metres from top to bottom which levelled out for several more metres before disappearing into the water's edge. About a hundred metres in either direction, the treeline closed in, going right down to the waterfront.
The lake itself was huge and really emphasised the extent of the school grounds, about three hundred metres across and five hundred long. Any other night, the reflection of the moon on water's surface would light up the area, but tonight was a new moon, meaning the water was just a flawless expanse of inky-black glass.
"Mind your step!" Danny said, aiming his phone down at the ground to make sure they didn't trip, heading slowly but steadily down the slope.
"If you've brought me out here to kill me and hide the body, I swear I'm haunting you for the rest of your life!" Chris said, only half-joking.
Danny chuckled but continued leading the way silently, his hand still tightly gripping Chris'. "Here we are!" he said happily, pointing the torch down at a blanket spread out on the ground.
"What's going on?" Chris asked in amused confusion as Danny sat down on the blanket. He dropped to the ground beside him.
"Well, it's gone midnight and I wanted to be the first person to say... Happy Birthday!" Danny said, grinning.
Chris's face lit up with the biggest smile. "Oh yeah, I forgot that!" he said, chuckling to himself, trying to ignore the fact that such a horrible dream had been what distracted him from the realisation.
"And I know we've got your proper party tomorrow, but I... I guess I kinda wanted a celebration... just for us!" Danny explained, suddenly feeling the whole thing was a little bit silly, his voice trailing off slightly as he looked down at his hands awkwardly.
"That's such a nice idea!" Chris said sincerely, grabbing Danny's hand.
Danny raised his gaze to look Chris in the eye and smiled back. "There's not really... much we can do here, and getting time alone is kind of impossible sometimes, so I thought sneaking off like this was, I dunno, a bit different and... hopefully something you'll remember!"
Danny grabbed a small bag and opened it. It was filled with a selection of Chris' favourite snacks. They all had access to a full range of healthy snacks at all times, but the unhealthy things (i.e. the stuff any of them actually liked) were slightly more restricted, and supplies of more popular choices often ran out fast.
"I know you like these ones, so I've been saving them up for a little while so we could have a midnight snack!" Danny said, blushing a little, hoping the effort he had gone to didn't seem too sappy.
"Fuckin' awsome!" Chris said, grabbing out his favourite chocolate bar. "Best present ever!"
"That's not your present!" Danny said with a grin.
"I was only..." Chris began, having not been serious, but paused. "I thought we didn't do presents!" The group had discussed the issue of presents a week earlier when Chris' birthday was first planned. With no shops, and nothing any of the boys particularly needed that wasn't already provided by the school, it seemed that presents were neither feasible nor necessary.
"We did, but... well I suppose it's not a really a present, just something I made!" Danny said shyly, pressing a few buttons on his phone then handing it over to Chris.
The birthday boy looked and saw the music player was open with a playlist titled, 'For Chris, from Danny'. Chris stared at his friend for a moment, his eyes slightly watery. "You made me a playlist?"
Danny nodded. "I know how much music means to you, and you've introduced me to so much great music, so it just seemed like the best thing I could give you. It's all songs that... I dunno... either mean something to me or that I know you absolutely love or that... I dunno, remind me of you. The first song on it, erm... it's... erm Crazy For You, by Madonna. It's not how it sounds, I don't know if you remember but..."
"It was the first song we listened to together!" Chris said, a tear running down his face as he grinned so broadly his cheeks looked ready to pop.
Danny nodded, overjoyed to see how happy Chris looked. "I hope you like it!"
"It's..." Chris tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he just lunged at Danny, throwing his arms around him. After holding each other for a minute, Chris finally managed to whisper, "I love it. Thank you!"
"I'm really glad," Danny said happily as Chris pulled away. "I thought it'd be nice to lay here and listen to it together." He reached down and grabbed another blanket. "I thought it might be cold so I packed two blankets, but I forgot we'd be sitting on one, so... erm..."
"We'll have to share. How awful!" Chris said sarcastically.
"Yeah, dreadful, ain't it!" Danny agreed with a snigger. He offered one of his earphones to Chris then popped the other one in his ear as they wrapped the blanket around themselves and grabbed some of the snacks. "Oh yeah, final touch! Close your eyes!" Danny said, remembering one extra little detail he had planned.
Chris happily complied, then felt Danny pushing him back into a laying position as they cuddled together.
"Open your eyes and look up," Danny instructed.
Danny had turned the light off on his phone. With no illumination, being miles from the nearest big town's light pollution and with no moon out, the sky was a vast, black canvas of twinkling stars, more than either boy had ever seen before. Neither boy spoke, they just stared into the endless, staggering beauty of the night sky as they cuddled together listening to the songs Danny had chosen.
Several songs later, Chris paused the music and looked at Danny, who looked back, their faces lit only by the dim light of the phone screen. He grinned, then glanced down at the silent, still waters of the lake. "Let's go skinny-dipping!" he said excitedly.
"Seriously?" Danny asked, amused but unsure if he actually meant it.
"Yeah, I've never done it before and... well, how often are we gonna get this chance?" Chris asked.
Danny chuckled and shook his head. "Good point," he conceded.
Chris jumped to his feet, kicking his trainers off at the same time as removing his t-shirt. He had his boxers down and stood naked in the starlight before Danny was even on his feet. The other boy soon copied, though the locked chastity device meant he couldn't get completely naked. They walked silently down to the edge of the water, their feet sinking in the soft spongy dirt as they got closer.
As one, they both reached out a foot to stick it in and try the water, and still in perfect synchronicity, pulled them back, yelping at the temperature.
"Yeah, I'm not going in there!" Danny said immediately.
"I thought you'd say that!" Chris said, nodding his understanding. "So... I'm sorry!"
"What f..." Danny started, but before he could even ask, Chris had thrown his arms around his friend and then jumped sideways, pulling them both so they fell sideways into the water together.
The water wasn't massively deep that close to the edge, but was deep enough for them both to plunge beneath the surface. They jumped up a split-second later, both in shock.
"HOLY SHIT THAT'S COLD!" Danny yelped, scrambling for the shore.
"Hey, we're in now... give it a minute... we might get used to it!" Chris said, shuddering slightly and pulling Danny with him as he pushed in the opposite direction.
"I don't WANT to get used to it!" Danny objected.
"But it's my birthday!" Chris said, sadly.
Danny sighed. "Fine, but you don't get to use that whole 'it's my birthday' thing for anything else now, got it?" he insisted.
They floated out a little further, the lake staying shallow enough for them to stand, but both boys keeping their legs bunched up to avoid letting their feet sink into the unknown, squidgy floor.
"Danny..." Chris said softly, moving close to his best friend.
"Yeah," Danny whispered back, feeling Chris' body press against his side. He had never felt so close to Chris, floating there, in the silent darkness together.
"This was..." he started quietly, then grinned and finished loudly, "A terrible idea. I'm frickin' freezing!"
"Me too!" Danny laughed. "Race you out!" He tried to lunge towards the bank, but felt a hand grab at his ankle and pull him back.
Chris used the momentum of hindering Danny to launch himself forward, surging towards the bank quickly. He felt the muddy ground squishing between his toes as he lumbered out of the water, the cool night air making him shudder as it gently blew across his wet, naked body.
"That was cheating!" Danny complained as he followed a few moments later.
"Stop complaining or I'm tossing ya back!" Chris threatened, trembling slightly from the cold.
"Don't you freaking dare!" Danny said sternly. "Come on!" He headed back towards the blanket and grabbed the one that had been wrapped around them before. "Here, you take this, I'll clear off the other one!"
"No need!" Chris said, accepting the blanket. He flapped it out, pulled it around his back like a cape, holding one corner up in each hand, then moved towards Danny and wrapped his arms around him, the blanket encircling them both as they embraced.
"Ugh yes, heat. I remember heat!" Danny said happily as he felt the warmth of Chris' body against his own, reaching round to loop his arms around the other boy. "Okay, no more skinny-dipping til Summer! Got it?"
"Deal!" Chris said, his shivering slowly dying down as he shared the warmth from Danny's body.
"I might even be unlocked by then so I can do it properly!" Danny added, finding a rare moment of mirth in his misery.
"Mine might have come back out by then too!" Chris added, getting a quizzical grunt from Danny. "Oh, the water was so cold, I think it inverted!"
The two boys laughed for a moment, but then Danny let a hand drop down and slide between their bodies. It quickly found its was to Chris' dick. "Nope, there it is!" he said, holding onto it. Being cold and wet, it was as small as he remembered his own being, the nuts pulled up tightly in their hairless scrotum.
"You gonna... warm that up for me?" Chris asked nervously.
"Maybe," Danny said back softly. "But is Mr Beecham gonna pop out and catch us again if I do?" He sniggered as he remembered how they had been caught in the pool by the attractive young teacher. "Huh!" Danny said curiously, feeling Chris thicken a little in his hand. "Your.... thing.... actually throbbed when I said that!"
"Shut up, it didn't!" Chris said, shyly.
"Did you talk to him yet? Or you still avoiding him?" Danny asked, noting with amusement how Chris' cock twitched a little more at the mention of the embarrassment.
"I don't wanna talk about it!" Chris said, thankful that the darkness hid his blushes, but cursing his cock for swelling to full firmness in Danny's grip.
"No, but you certainly like thinking about it!" Danny chuckled.
"I hate you!" Chris said, shaking his head a little, getting a laugh in response.
"You know, I was thinking that I could maybe... give you one more gift!" Danny said nervously.
"Mmm-huh?" Chris mumbled inquisitively
"You remember that... game we all played a few weeks ago? Where we all got to... erm... do stuff to you?" Danny asked cautiously.
Chris chuckled and said unashamedly, "Do I remember it? I jerk off to it!" It had been a mostly pleasurable experience for Chris. Each of his dorm-mates had been allowed to do whatever they wanted for one minute, but everyone had been blindfolded, so nobody knew what anyone else had done, even Chris. The lack of shame or consequence had drawn out some very enjoyable actions from the other boys.
"That's hot!" Danny said, not even slightly surprised that his friend would so openly confess to playing with himself and fantasising about it.
"So which one were you? What did you do to me with your minute?" Chris asked, knowing the idea of the game had been for each of the other boys' actions to remain secret.
"I..." Danny started, then paused, slightly embarrassed to say the actual words, so instead he offered, "I was number four!"
Chris began mumbling to himself, playing it out in his head. "One stripped me, two jerked me off, three was Nicky, four was..." he paused as he got to it, then raised his voice and exclaimed, "Oh my God, you sucked it!"
Danny chuckled nervously. "Yeah, I guess I did," he admitted shyly.
"Now THAT'S hot!" Chris said, his cock rigid in his friend's hand. "Wait, were you asking about it because... oh, that's my last birthday present?"
Danny chuckled again, trembling slightly, more from nerves than the slowly-creeping cold. "Do you... want... that present?"
"Do I want my absolutely amazing, totally-freaking-cute, nearly-naked best friend to suck my cock?" Chris asked rhetorically. "Gee, why would I possibly want that?" he added sarcastically, sniggering.
Danny needed no more prompting than that. He dropped to his knees, his head and shoulders still shrouded in the blanket, but the rest of his body exposed to the cool night air as he grabbed at Chris' hips. He let a hand slide around the front grasp Chris' boner by the base, then leant forward and let his tongue slide up the underside, from his fingers right up to the exposed head.
"Oh shit!" Chris muttered as he felt Danny's tongue on his straining tool. "Happy birthday to me!" he declared happily.
Danny, who was just on the verge of wrapping his mouth around the head, laughed. "Stop it. I can't suck it if I'm laughing!"
"Okay, sorry!" Chris said, clearly not sorry, always happy when he could make his friend laugh.
Danny composed himself and leant forward again, using the hand gripping the shaft to point the dick towards his face. He kept his lips tight around the head, sliding them down until they slipped past the base of the glans, then held there, letting his tongue begin to tease and encircle the sensitive head.
"Oh my God!" Chris gasped. It was not the first time he had been sucked, but as far as he could recall, it was already the best. Was it the risk of doing it out on school grounds? Being naked outdoors? Pure skill on Danny's behalf? Or maybe it was just because it was Danny doing it? The thoughts swirled in his mind, but soon faded as he lost himself in the pleasure. "This won't take long!" he whimpered, already feeling a growing weakness in his legs as the pleasure in his cock grew feverishly.
Danny leaned back, pulling the cock from his mouth. "Oh, I'd best slow down then!" he said playfully.
"I didn't... say that!" Chris said, gasping at Danny's lips sliding back over the head. "Ah, oh.... yeah.... mmm!" he moaned happily.
Once again, Danny pulled away.
"Stop stopping!" Chris snapped playfully, beginning to get frustrated.
Three more times Danny took the cock in his mouth, teased it towards orgasm, then stopped.
"Come on, mate. Just... let me cum!" Chris pleaded.
"But I thought you liked denial!" Danny said, releasing the cock after a few quick sucks. "If you were in one of these locks you'd have to wait!"
"Hnnnnh!" Chris grunted, aroused even further by the thought of being in one of the chastity belts most of the other boys wore.
Danny licked the head of Chris' cock again, this time tasting just a hint of something salty/sweet. It was something he knew well from his time with Joseph. Suddenly, he stood up, happy to be back inside the blanket fully. "I've got an idea!"
"Unless the idea is making me cum, I don't like it!" Chris said grumpily.
"It's a present and a game, all in one!" Danny suggested.
"Hmm, go on..." Chris said, casually letting his hands slide up and down Danny's sides as they stood together in the blanket.
"You don't get to cum until tomorrow night..." Danny started.
"Hate it already, but go on!" Chris said with a chuckle.
"I get to spend tomorrow teasing you as much as possible, so that when I make you cum, it's super intense!" Danny suggested.
"And how's that a game?" Chris asked, intrigued but slightly confused.
"I'm getting to that!" Danny said, annoyed at his friend's impatience. "So tomorrow, while we're out doing your birthday stuff, I have to get you hard ten times without anyone else noticing me do it. That'll help make you super horny for tomorrow night and there can be a punishment for you if I manage it and for me if I don't!"
"Damn!" Chris exclaimed, pressing his body against Danny's, his cock sandwiched between them. "That's so freakin' hot. What are the punishments?"
Danny leaned against his friend, warming up a little again. "It's your birthday, you pick them!"
"Awesome!" Chris said happily, then thought for barely a few seconds before suggesting. "Okay, so if you do it, we can get everyone to play that game again, but instead of one minute, you all get to do what you want for five minutes!"
"I like it!" Danny said, his mind already racing over what he could do in his time.
"But if you fail, we play it and all get five minutes doing what we want to YOU!" Chris went on.
Danny gasped slightly at the idea. Based on what he knew of what had been done to Chris the first time they played, he knew what sort of thing was likely to go down. He hated the idea of being so exposed and vulnerable, it reminded him of the degrading tasks Joseph kept getting him to do, but at the same time he felt an excited fluttering in his stomach. "Okay, deal!" he agreed, before he could rationalise his way out of it.
Chris chuckled delightedly. "Best birthday ever!"
"If I'm not... ya know... finishing," Danny said awkwardly, "Maybe we should get dressed."
"Good idea!" Chris said, dropping the blanket to the ground as both boys scrambled round for their clothes.
"We should probably be heading back anyway. It'd be nice to get at least a bit of sleep before your big day!" Danny suggested.
"I guess so," Chris agreed. "But Danny..."
"Yeah?" the other boy asked, already reaching round and picking things up.
"This... really was freaking awesome. Nobody's ever done anything like this for me before," Chris said, helping Danny clear up their discarded sweet wrappers.
Danny took a deep breath, not quite sure whether to say he was thinking.
"You're seriously the best mate I could ask for, ya know!" Chris added cheerfully.
Danny paused for a moment, slightly deflated but feeling a warm glow at the compliment. "Thanks," he said back with a gentle sigh.
The walk back to the Home Building seemed a lot quicker than it had going the other way. It helped that they could actually see what they were heading towards, the low lighting inside the building giving the windows an ethereal glow in the moonless night. Once they got inside, they paused at the bottom of the stairs, listening to everything above them for any sign of patrolling teachers or other students out of bed, but the building remained eerily silent.
As they neared the top of the stairs, Chris asked playfully, "Your place or mine?"
Danny chuckled and said, "Best go to mine. We wake Mikey by climbing your bunk and he'll be cranky all day tomorrow!" The comment got a muffled laugh back from Chris who covered his mouth to keep himself quiet.
Inside the dorm, they quietly placed the blankets down in the corner and removed their trainers and t-shirts before climbing one-at-a-time up into Danny's bunk. As they settled down together, they both slipped an earphone in and Danny resumed the playlist he had made. They hadn't even made it through a whole song before both boys were sound asleep.
Thank you for reading Chapter 11. I'd love to hear your thoughts, my email is matterotica@hotmail.co.uk
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