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The Kingswood Eight - Chapter 13
Wednesday 18 November 2020
"I hate you!" Danny growled shaking his head. "Like, literally hate!" he added moodily.
"It's sweet that you think that bothers me," Blane said, deliberately patronising the boy as he stood over him.
"I'm gonna punch you in the nuts!" Danny threatened. "Just... wait until I can move my arms again. Or better yet, grab my arm and use it to punch yourself in the nuts!"
Blane sniggered at the boy. This was their second time at the gym together, the first taking place Monday where Blane had mostly just assessed Danny's abilities, established his lifting weight, stamina and preferences for equipment. Danny had left that first session almost bouncing for joy, but Blane knew it wouldn't last, not once he really got started.
"I want to work out properly!" Danny had insisted when they spoke about it. "To push myself hard. Brian's been fun, but he gets... distracted too easily. My old trainer, Jesse, he was amazing by the way. He taught me so much but he was... nice. He seemed scared to push me too hard, usually said I was too young or too small to really get into it, but I'm thirteen now. I'm ready to do this properly!"
Blane had listened to the boy and had been genuinely impressed by his passion, enthusiasm and dedication. Just getting up at 6am once was a challenge for most of the students at the school, but for Danny to be willing to do it four or five times a week showed how seriously he took it. Blane had heard so much about Danny over the last year. His little brother Chris, being Danny's best friend, spoke about him... a LOT, so it was nice for Blane to get to know him himself.
Their workout that morning had been vigorous, Blane still very much testing the boy's limits and capabilities. As Danny lay on the floor, sweaty, motionless and panting, Blane shook his head and said, "I thought you wanted to do this properly!"
"I do!" Danny insisted, then scowled a little and added, "I'd just like to still be alive to see the results!"
Blane laughed aloud. Danny was quick, and not just on the treadmill but even in his cranky, exhausted state Blane could see no real malice in the boy's eyes. They were angry words, but just borne of exhaustion. "Nobody's ever died from being `a bit worn out', ya langer!"
"Hey! I know what that means, Chris taught me!" Danny whined. "You're a teacher... sort of... you can't call me that!"
Blane shrugged. "Well if you can threaten to punch a sort-of' teacher in the balls, then a sort-of' teacher can call you a langer... ya langer!"
"Not a langer!" Danny pouted, propping himself up on both elbows.
"That'd be easier to believe if you weren't laying on the floor, whining like a langer!" Blane teased.
Face screwed up angrily, Danny forced himself to his feet. "I'm NOT a langer!" Danny snapped, staring Blane in the eye, but his forcefulness undermined a little by how far up he was having to look to do it. Blane easily towered over him.
"Maybe you're not, but you're obviously not too tired to move after all, so... let's keep going!" Blane sniggered.
Danny's eyes narrowed, angrily realising he had been fooled so easily. "Have I told you how much I hate you?" he growled.
"It's come up," Blane said casually. "Now, squat thrusts, give me ten!"
"I think this just became child abuse!" Danny grumbled as he squatted.
"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that," Blane said sharply. "You'd best make it fifteen while I try and figure out what you said!"
"Okay, sorry, I'll do ten!" Danny quickly apologised.
"Oh, I heard ya perfectly clear that time. Much better!" Blane sniggered. While Danny was seemingly willing to try, the strain was quite obvious, so Blane moved to his side, squatted down and copied him as he went through the motions of the squat thrust. "Yeah, that's it, just a little jump. Doing great, four to go," he encouraged, keeping pace with him.
Danny let out a moan as he neared the end, but kept going, clearly spurred on by the young man's support. As he finished the last one, he stood, shoulders slumped, panting. "You could at least give me a reward for doing it," he pouted.
"Aww, does the lil langer want a medal every time he manages to do something. Feck off," Blane said sharply, though he couldn't deny Danny really was doing well and looked so utterly exhausted. He sighed and said, "Your other trainers gave you rewards then?"
Danny nodded, blushing a little. "Yeah, with Brian it was always... boyfriend stuff," his blushes intensified. "With Jesse, sometimes he'd reward me by..." Danny paused, gulping as he look Blane up and down, as always an older reflection of Chris. "By taking... clothes off!"
"Mmm-huh, I see," Blane smirked. "Well, I won't be taking any clothes off and I'll leave `boyfriend stuff' for, ya know, your boyfriend!"
"Okay," Danny said, still a little embarrassed about bringing it up.
"But I tell ya what. After we finish off the last few exercises, I'm gonna be needing a shower. Do the rest with no complaints and... maybe we can share a cubicle!" Blane offered.
Danny's eyes widened. Had his cock stiffened any faster, his shorts might have been ripped off and catapulted towards Blane. He gulped again as he nodded slightly.
Blane's plan had worked perfectly. He really didn't have much left he wanted Danny to do, but worked through it all and to Danny's credit, aside from the grunts and moans as he exerted himself, he didn't utter a single further word of complaint.
Danny's silence continued as they headed out of the gym and into the locker room. The closer they got to it, the more excited and nervous he got. This was not the first adult he would be seeing naked, that honour belonged to Mr Trent, drama teacher and Master of the first floor of the Home Building. Several weeks ago Chris had secretly recorded him naked and showed the video to Danny and just four days ago, Danny had been given a birthday present from a mysterious benefactor that had consisted of him being allowed to do whatever he wanted to a naked and restrained Mr Trent.
This felt different though. Blane KNEW Danny would see him. He was doing this completely voluntarily. More than that though, this was his best friend's big brother! Chris was fiercely protective of his family and went to great lengths to make known both of his big brothers were off-limits to his friends, especially now Blane was living at the school. Blane was the ultimate forbidden fruit to Danny and he hadn't even hesitated to take a bite.
As Blane peeled his t-shirt off, Danny openly stood and stared. Despite their apparent status as `just friends', Danny had always thought Chris was one of the most beautiful boys he had ever met. Blane was the sibling that looked most like Chris which meant he shared the stunning beauty, but had the added benefit of an extra ten years of growth, very much the stunningly-handsome man to Chris' stunningly-beautiful boy.
Blane's body was a true sight to behold as well. The young Teaching Assistant was both a keen gym-goer and an accomplished street dancer, even leading the school's dance club, and it very much showed in his physique. Every muscle was toned and tight and defined, his perfectly-sculpted chest peppered with light brown hair while his ripped stomach was smooth aside from a tiny patch around his navel that flared down towards the waistband of his shorts.
"Mate, I'm sharing a cubicle with you, not giving you a strip show. Quit ya drooling!" Blane teased seeing the boy watching him.
Danny let out a noise that could have meant anything, but he quickly began to undress, though his eyes still kept wandering back to the gorgeous man. Danny was soon down to just his underwear, but froze, partly not wanting to be the first one naked but largely out of nervousness of what he was about to show. If the rest of Blane's body was anything to go by, the contents of his underwear would be impressive too, while Danny felt his dick was still very undeveloped. In reality, he was moderately well-developed for a boy of thirteen and his undeniable arousal had lengthened his dick to its full five inches. Danny had little else to show down there really though. A few weeks earlier at Halloween, the small blonde bush he had been growing had been shaved and regrowth was taking annoyingly long.
Blane seemed to have no such compunctions, casually shucking his underwear, though he had his rear to Danny at the time. Though it gave Danny a good view of his butt, which was bubbly and pert, he had a towel wrapped around his waist before he turned to face the boy.
Not wanting to get caught staring, Danny quickly moved and pulled his own underwear off. As his boner sprang free, Blane smirked.
"Wow, that workout really was brutal... you're stiff all over!" Blane said with a snigger as Danny blushed and wrapped a towel around his waist. "Come on, kiddo," he added, nodding to the shower room.
Danny nodded and followed. As was normal for that time of day, the room was mostly empty, with the sound of just a single running shower echoing around the room. Blane opened the door to a cubicle and gestured for Danny to go in, then followed and locked the door behind them. He immediately turned on the shower then reached back to hang his towel on the back of the door, leaving Danny stood in the corner, once again staring at his back.
As Blane started showering, sticking his head under the spray, running his fingers through his wet hair, Danny cautiously removed his towel and hung it up too. As he stood watching Blane's muscular back, rivulets of water running down it, over his butt and down his hairy, toned legs. Danny tentatively reached out and let his fingers make contact with the small of Blane's back.
"Woah, what you doing?" Blane asked, jumping away and turning.
Danny's eyes were instinctively drawn downwards. Blane's cock wasn't huge, at least not by adult standards. Relaxed by the warm water, it hung limply at a few inches, heavy balls dangling beneath and a well-maintained patch of hair above it. "Oh, erm... I thought... erm..." Danny stuttered.
"Share a cubicle. That was the deal!" Blane said, shaking his head disapprovingly. "Danny, I may only be a `sort-of' teacher to you, but there are still rules!" he insisted.
"Oh... erm... I'm..." Danny stuttered, getting visibly upset at his apparent mistake, his jaw trembling.
"Aww, mate, it's okay!" Blane said, reaching out to grab the boy, pulling him into a hug.
Danny felt his erection press into Blane's leg while the young man's bare cock pressed into his stomach, while strong arms wrapped around him. It was so confusing, having such arousal from the contact at the same time as feeling embarrassed about his error. "I'm sorry," Danny whimpered.
"Don't be. I probably should have been clearer," Blane said as he let go. "But rules are rules, Danny. I mean, you wouldn't mess around with a teacher, would you?"
Danny's eyes went wide as Mr Trent ran through his head, though he couldn't reveal that. Instead he just shook his head as he blushed, hands casually dropping to try and conceal a little of his arousal.
"Of course, if you decide you need to relieve yourself, it's not like I can really stop you!" Blane said with a shrug.
"You... want me to... to..." Danny stuttered, hands shaking.
"No!" Blane frowned, shaking his head. "Of course not. I don't WANT anything, but it looks like you do and I just wanted you to know it's safe if you choose to! I'll just be over here showering." He reached out to grab a couple of pumps of shower gel and immediately applied them to his chest, lathering himself up with both hands.
Danny stared back, eyes darting up and down Blane's body, occasionally glancing down to his own erection. He couldn't do it, could he? Stand there and jerk off in front of Blane... in front a teacher... in front of Chris' big brother. While he was still making a mental list of why he shouldn't do it, his hand had grabbed his dick and started stroking. Blane wasn't watching him, he was just showering and Danny wasn't sure whether that made it more or less embarrassing, but his hand began to speed up.
"Unnh, oh... god..." Danny moaned quietly as the pleasure grew. He wasn't sure what Blane wanted. Did he just want Danny to cum quickly and get it done? Was he judging him? Would a quick cum shot make him look like he was bad sexually? Did he even care at all? It was as confusing as it was humiliating, but whatever it was, it was working for Danny. His orgasm built quickly. "Oh god, I'm cumming!" he yelped, louder than intended.
"Hnnh, good to know," Blane smirked, turning away from Danny as he began to shoot.
Danny spurted his load onto the floor of the shower, hating Blane for not even looking, while simultaneously glad he hadn't been fully on show.
"Best get cleaned up, kiddo," Blane said as he washed away the last of the shower gel and moved back to Danny, nudging him towards the warm jet of water.
Danny showered in silence, eyes still wandering back to Blane occasionally and noting, with frustration, that the young man seemed to have no interest in watching him. Once he finished, they headed back out into the locker room.
"So, whadda you say, sport?" Blane asked. "Think that's a good enough incentive to keep you working out properly?"
Danny's head was a mess. The playful nicknames made him think of Brian, while the beautiful face was a reminder of Chris and the supportiveness mixed with teasing was reminiscent of his mentor, Joseph. All of that, mixed with the sexual excitement and humiliation added up to a very confusing package. It was like someone had taken all the best bits of the guys in Danny's life and smooshed them together into one person. "Y... yeah... I'd say so," he stuttered back nervously.
As Wednesdays went, today had been thoroughly mediocre. Double German in the morning was always a little dry, but the day had finished with double Drama, a new class for the boys in Year 8 and the first time they had been in a class taught by Mr Trent. It was always fun and a great way to end a pretty dull day.
Following their after-school study/homework hour, the boys of dorm 1.05 had followed their daily tradition of heading to dinner together. It was always nice to have the boys all together, especially when joined by their honorary members – Kyle from 1.08 and Adrian from 1.07. While sometimes the boys broke into a lively group conversation, today was one of the quieter days and smaller groups seemed to form around the conversations they were having.
Danny had been drawn into a conversation with Kyle and Adrian as they quietly planned their next roleplay scenario. Adding Kyle to their activities had brought with it so many possibilities, not simply by having a third `actor' to take part, but just having Kyle's ideas and input, the quiet, anxious boy seemingly harbouring a truly devious mind.
Chris could hear parts of Danny's conversation beside him and would have liked to listen in more, but he had something else to worry about. "So what you got on tonight?" Chris asked his boyfriends casually. Mikey was sat at his side with Nicky sat opposite. He knew what they had scheduled, but this was part of a scheme he had set up with Mikey.
"Oh, I've got Athletics and then Basketball later," Mikey answered, then looked to Nicky and asked, "How about you?" He glanced briefly to Chris and got a gentle kick under the table. Four days earlier, Mikey had gone to watch Nicky at Diving practice only to be told by Nicky's mentor that he had quit a month earlier. Nicky had not mentioned it and had actually claimed to still be going. When Mikey talked to Chris about it, he had been convinced Nicky wouldn't really lie to them, so this ploy had been set up to see for certain.
"Diving then joining you for Basketball," Nicky smiled back at Mikey.
Mikey and Chris looked at each other, both knowing they had just been lied to. They had agreed that, if he did lie, they would not confront him about it there and then. A dramatic argument in the very public Dining Hall felt like such a Year 7 thing to do, and they were grown-up, mature Year 8s now. They would pick a more suitable time and place to have a reasonable conversation about it.
Realising their exchanged look might seem suspicious, Mikey quickly asked, "And you?"
"Oh... erm..." Chris stuttered. "Drama then Creative Writing!" The conversation quickly moved on, a definitely awkwardness lingering.
To their side, Josh was sat with Rob, having just spent their study hour with Rob tutoring him in English. Rob had been asked by Josh, along with James and David, to help him improve his grades in most of his subjects, determined to see a better result on his Year 8 final report. While some lingering issues had pushed the two boys apart initially, meaning the tutoring had not been happening, things were starting to improve between them, and they were starting to get back on track with both the studies and their friendship.
As the conversation lulled a little, Josh frowned, thinking about something he had been avoiding, at Rob's request. Quietly, he asked, "So whadda you think he wants?"
"I told you earlier, I really don't know. I haven't even spoken to him for over a week!" Rob replied. The `him' in question was Alex, Rob's boyfriend... or perhaps ex-boyfriend, it was still unclear. Both he and Josh had received a message earlier in the day asking them to meet him after dinner. Rob glanced over to Alex, sat at the Year 10 table. While he felt awful about being estranged from his boyfriend, he couldn't help but smile at the fact Alex actually seemed to be talking to his classmates... and happy. Rob's actions may have decimated their relationship, but if it helped Alex reconcile with his peers, it was worth it... probably.
"He ain't dumpin' ya!" Josh stated bluntly. "I mean, who invites an audience to break up with someone?"
"I suppose," Rob said thoughtfully.
"But then I suppose he wouldn't invite an audience if he's planning to make up with you and snog your face off either... or is he?" Josh asked, looking a little confused. "I'm not sure how I feel about watching you hook up with your boyfriend!"
"Hey, he was your boyfriend first!" Rob said, trying to make light of it.
"Well yeah, but that was mostly pretend!" Josh insisted. His relationship with Alex had all been part of Alex's way of protecting Josh from his older brothers. "Either way, it's gonna be awkward as fuck!"
"Not helping," Rob grumbled sadly.
To their side, the last two members of the dorm, James and David, were equally distracted by their own discussion.
"All I'm saying is... I don't know how effective it actually is," James said thoughtfully. "I mean, all I've done is trade... wasting time doing you-know-what' for wasting time convincing you to LET ME do... you-know-what'!"
David smirked at James' reluctance to voice the actual behaviours he was alluding to. While David himself was fairly timid when it came to openly talking about sex, he knew nobody around them would even care if James mentioned wanking. After being released from chastity, James had found himself spending what he considered an `unacceptable' amount of time playing with himself. James actually seemed to think that ANY time spent on sexual activity was wasteful, but that was a thread neither of them had dared to pull at yet. James had resorted to extreme measures to control his urges. He had stolen a chastity device from Dr Arkwright and locked himself, only to end up with David holding his keys.
David was enjoying having the access to his friend's penis. Being eager to reach sexual maturity himself, his body continuously failed to comply and no matter how often he was `tested' he remained incapable of ejaculation, leaving him locked in chastity. Playing with James was the next best thing, though their brief venturing into more intimate sexual activity had not ended well. David had tried to suck James' cock but the ultra-serious boy had completely freaked out, virtually having a full-blown panic attack.
"Well the simple solution is that I just never let you..." David paused, smirked and finished in a slightly mocking, "... do `you-know-what'!" James' face immediately dropped. "I mean, if you know it'll NEVER happen, you'll stop wasting time asking, right?"
James was stuck. David's logic was completely sound. It would solve THAT problem, but it wouldn't solve his other problem... the fact he actually enjoyed orgasms and craved more. He could never admit that though. Sex was a waste of time - time that could be spent doing something productive like studying! "Well... n... no, I mean... erm... I think... erm..."
"Oh relax," David sniggered. He liked teasing James, usually being on the other end of such behaviour, albeit in a friendly light-hearted way. David was not a confident boy, but holding such power over James was definitely helping to build it. "I'll still let you... do you-know-what'... occasionally! But how about this for a solution? Every time you ask for it or even hint at it... I add another day until your next... you-know-what'!"
James looked truly conflicted. He knew it was a fantastic deterrent to stop him asking, but he also knew most of his most recent releases had been a result of his own pestering. Without it, who knew how long David would make him wait. On the other side of it, saying he wanted it more often would mean admitting he liked it and that he was as much a victim to his primal desires as the less enlightened boys he mocked for it. "Hnnnh, fine," he moaned eventually, seeing no other option.
"Excellent," David said happily before returning to his food. "And I'm counting this conversation as a request, so that adds one more day!" he teased.
"Ugh, come on," Rob grumbled, staring over at the door, simultaneously willing it to both open and stay closed as he waited for Alex to arrive.
Josh looked at the other boy, hands tightly clenched together, leg bouncing wildly, cheeks pale. He sniggered a little.
"Glad you're enjoying this!" Rob said pointedly.
Josh grinned and shook his head. "Sorry, I'm not, it's just... I don't think I've really seen you nervous before!"
Rob shook his head a little. "I normally just hide it better," he said with a slight sigh, then said, "But yeah, I've not been this nervous since the drive here on our first day!"
"Then you met me and everything got better!" Josh said with a cheesy grin, then frowned a little, "Then a bit worse... then a lot worse, then better... then worse again... then..." he trailed off a little, unsure where he was up to in the history of their friendship.
Rob chuckled. "Yeah, but we're definitely at `better' lately, so let's just leave it there," he said, leaning sideways to nudge him gently.
"Aww, so sweet," Josh giggled as he tilted his head to the side to rest on Rob's shoulder.
The door suddenly swung open and Rob immediately jumped to his feet, leaving Josh to unceremoniously topple to the side.
"Thanks," Josh grumbled as he sat back up.
"Alex!" Rob said awkwardly, staring wide-eyed at the older boy.
"Rob!" Alex replied, looking just as nervous.
"Josh!" Josh declared, grinning as he stood up, giggling to himself. It worked in breaking the tension, both Alex and Rob smirking at the stupid gesture. He moved forward and happily pulled Alex into a tight hug. While he didn't see the older boy often, partially by choice, the shared trauma they had endured had forged a bond they would always share.
"Hey Josh," Alex said happily as he hugged the boy back.
"Erm... if you're here to dump Rob, I'd really rather not be here!" Josh said as he pulled away, still trying to make light of the awkwardness.
"No, I..." Alex stuttered. He looked at Rob, slightly distraught and shook his head. "No, definitely not. Did you... think..." As Rob nodded back at him he shook his head emphatically and grabbed Rob into a tight hug.
Josh stood aside as the other two held each other for several moments before clearing his throat. Alex and Rob pulled apart a little, smiling shyly at each other before moving further away.
"Could you..." Alex said, gesturing to the sofa. "I mean, could we..." he stuttered, still painfully awkward as Rob and Josh both sat down. Alex pulled up a chair from the table and sat in front of them, turning it backwards to he could rest his arms on the back of it. "Erm, thanks both... for coming," he said with a polite smile.
"How could we not? So much mystery. Ooooh!" Josh teased a little.
"You're such a little bastard," Alex sniggered, shaking his head. He let out a slightly frustrated sigh and said, "So, I'm guessing Josh... knows... about the... the me and you stuff?"
"You mean how you deliberately didn't tell your mates how much my brothers fucked you over to get them to stop treating you like shit, so Rob went and told them for you?" Josh asked with a casual shrug.
"Josh!" Rob snapped sharply. "Sorry," Rob said sheepishly to Alex.
"He's not wrong!" Alex admitted, nodding gently. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, puffing out his cheeks. "Okay, so here's the thing. I wanted to see you both because... it really affects you both, but from... my conversations with Dr Arkwright, it seems quite likely I might be... having some trouble... forgiving myself for... well, for a lot of stuff. Like, helping make you suffer... being a total bitch to everyone for years... for getting sucked into Ryan and Mark's hate..."
"Well I totally forgive you! I know it was all Ryan and Mark!" Josh said, anger flaring a little at the mention of his former brothers.
Alex chuckled and nodded. "I know you do and that's... amazing, but it's really about... how I feel about it myself."
Rob just stared at his boyfriend for a moment as things dropped into place in his head. Feeling a heaviness in his chest he let out a gentle sigh and said, "You didn't tell them because you felt like you deserved to suffer!"
Alex stared back for a moment. It was hard to hear it said aloud, but also quite wonderful that Rob had unpicked something he himself was only just starting to figure out. He nodded as he said quietly, "Yeah, looks like it!"
"Wow, that's... so fucked up!" Josh said, scowling. "Those two CUNTS really fucked up so much didn't they!"
Rob reached to the side and stroked Josh's back gently.
"They really did," Alex agreed. "And I'm really not completely innocent in it all. That's just another thing I need to accept, but... ignoring it... isn't helpful! So, Josh... this is hard, because I know whatever I'm feeling, you're probably feeling a thousand times worse, but it'd be really helpful if we could... maybe talk more about it some time. I totally get if you don't want to, but..."
"Okay!" Josh said eagerly.
"What? Really?" Alex said, more than a little surprised. He knew it was something Josh didn't like to discuss and had dreaded making this request, so the ease of Josh's agreement was a little surprising.
"Yeah, mate," Josh nodded. "I'm totally with ya. I finally started talking about it with dickface, here," he gestured to Rob, "And... I think it's helping us both. So yeah, just tell me when and where and I'll be there!"
"Dickface?" Rob said, mostly amused. Things with Josh had been off for so long, but the casual insult was a sure sign they were back on track.
"Oh, erm... great. I thought..." Alex said, thoroughly taken aback. "Thanks!"
"No probs. Anything for my favourite ex!" Josh sniggered, getting a chuckle in return. "So... that's why you wanted me. What did you want arse-breath for?" he nodded to Rob again.
"Oy!" Rob yelped, swatting Josh playfully around the back of his head.
"Well... similar to you," Alex said, finding it easier to talk about Rob than to him. "Apparently I need to talk more to ALL the important people in my life." He finally looked to Rob. "I... wanted to... apologise for..." he trailed off, getting visibly upset, jaw quivering.
"No, don't apologise!" Rob said, moving forward to pull Alex into a hug, the back of his chair between them as they embraced. "I'm sorry too," Rob replied, getting tearful.
"No, you don't need to," Alex squeaked. "It's me that..."
"No, I'M sorry!" Rob insisted.
"Ugh, you two!" Josh said, shaking his head as he stood at their side, an arm around each of them. They both looked at him questioningly. "You're sorry," he said, looking to Rob. "And you're sorry," he looked to Alex. "You forgive him?" he looked to Rob again and got a nod. "And you forgive him?" he did the same to Alex and got a second nod. "And you both wanna make up and move on?"
They both nodded up at Josh, but as he gestured back at them, they looked to each other instead, smiled and nodded again.
"Excellent. Then I now pronounce you... equally stupid!" Josh finished, jumping aside as they both reached out to playfully punch him.
As they looked at each other again, they each let out a gentle sigh, then moved in to kiss each other.
"Eww!" Josh grumbled playfully. When they didn't break the kiss or respond in any way, he added a more pronounced, "Ewwww!" When he was ignored again, he sighed and said, "Well I'm taking this as a good sign. I'll leave you kids to it. I'll be in the dorm if you want me!" He waited for any response and thought he was getting one as they paused, but it just turned out to be Rob taking off his glasses as they were getting in the way of the kissing. Josh smirked as he headed out.
The kiss continued for a couple more minutes. When they finally pulled apart, each bearing a massive grin, Alex frowned as he looked round and asked, "Where'd Josh go?"
"Don't know, don't care, more kissing!" Rob said, grabbing the front of Alex's shirt and pulling him into another embrace.
This time, as they kissed, Rob stood, lifting his leg over the chair and then pushing Rob back onto the sofa. He held himself over the boy, not wanting to crush him as their kissing went on. Keeping one hand on the sofa to steady himself, Alex's other one began to roam Rob's chest. As his fingers grazed the younger boy's nipple, Rob moaned into his mouth, so he slid his hand back to tease it more.
"Uhhh, mmmm," Rob moaned as Alex's mouth moved away, kissing gently at his jawline for a moment before working down his neck. "Alex, what are you..."
"Shhhh," Alex hushed him gently, raising his finger to Rob's lips.
Rob's eyes flickered closed for a moment from the gentle touch, then shook his head to clear it a little and said, "You don't have to do this. Not if you're not ready!" The two boys had started dating almost three months ago and in that time they had never ventured beyond making out and occasionally masturbating together. Despite being the younger of the two, it was not Rob who was reluctant, but rather Alex who simply felt he wasn't ready.
Alex pulled back far enough to look Rob in the eye and smiled. "This'll make me happy and I... deserve to be happy too!"
Rob reached up to stroke Alex's pale blonde hair, brushing aside the few strands that had flopped down in front of his eyes. The older boy's deep blue eyes always held a certain intensity, it was one of the things Rob found most attractive about him, but as he looked now he could see just a fraction of what was going on behind them. He had already been certain Alex had been through a lot since they last spoke, but seeing it up close, hearing what he had to say about it all, Rob just wanted to make everything better. "If this is about making you happy..." he grabbed Alex, span him round and flipped on top of him, grinning, "Then let me make you REALLY happy!"
Alex's smile was virtually from ear to ear. He had been terrified coming into the room, of so many things. Scared Josh would be upset or refuse to talk about his brothers. Scared he would sound pathetic and weak to the two younger boys. Scared he wouldn't be able to get out the things he had spent all week practicing in his head. But most of all, he was scared that he had ruined things with Rob, that their relationship was over almost before it truly started and that he had hurt the one person he cared about most in the world.
Yet as he lay there, his boyfriend staring down at him, eager, desperate even, to make him happy, his fears melted away. "Go for it!" he sniggered, his heart pounding.
Rob straddled Alex's lap and placed both hands on the waistband of his trousers before sliding them up, pulling the bottom of his shirt with them. A narrow strip of exposed skin appeared, all pale and smooth and just begging to be touched. Rob cautiously touched Alex's exposed stomach, mewing with pleasure as the older boy did the same. He reached for the bottom button and undid it before slowly moving up, unbuttoning as he went, more and more of Alex's slender torso coming into view. As the last button popped open, Rob shoved the two sides apart and stared down at the firm chest, each side crowned with a pert, little nipple.
"Are they as sensitive as mine?" Rob asked, grinning. Before Alex could answer he added, "Wait, don't tell me, I'd rather find out for myself!"
Rather than feeling Rob's fingers as he expected, Alex watched in delight as the boy leaned down, then let out a grunt of sheer pleasure as lips and then tongue made contact.
As Rob half-lay on top of Alex, he couldn't help feeling the obvious sign of his enjoyment below. His own cock was rigid, thrilled to finally be doing things with Alex that had, so far, only played out in his wank fantasies. He had promised to make Alex happy, and what better way to make a boy happy than to make him cum? Rob released the nipple from between his lips then shuffled down, taking hold of Alex's waistband. "You... sure you're ready?"
"Any more ready and I'd cum in my pants!" Alex giggled shyly.
"That's... kinda hot," Rob said, half giggling and half blushing. "But okay," he added, quickly undoing the trousers. With the button undone and zipper pulled down, he yanked on them as Alex raised his butt and they slid down. Catching on Alex's underwear, the trousers pulled them down a little too, revealing a blonde bush of pubes and the first inch of his cock. "Well why stop there?" Rob giggled, pulling the underwear down properly.
Alex's cock sprang free, and he let out a gentle gasp as he felt it slap against his stomach.
Rob giggled at the noise, but as he looked up he could see the fear on Alex's face. "Ah, babe, it's okay, we don't have to go on!"
"I need to, Rob!" Alex said, barely holding himself together. "I'm sick of letting what happened hold me back from being with the guy I love!"
Rob stared blankly for a moment before he said softly, "The guy... you love?"
Alex looked just about ready to pass out from sheer anxiety as he nodded.
Rob looked thoughtful for a moment, then held out his hand. Alex stared back, then took hold of it, smiling as he felt Rob squeeze it. Keeping hold of Alex's hand, Rob leaned down and took the solid cock into his mouth. He had been so focused on putting Alex at ease that he had barely even noticed his own nerves. This was not the first cock he had sucked, that honour belonged to his mentor, Sam, the boy who had taught Rob the skills he was now so eagerly putting to good use.
The second had been Josh, in what had felt like a night of pure sexual exploration of their friendship and their bodies. The fact it had ended up being part of what Josh expected to be his last night before ending his life was not something Rob had known at the time.
Now, at last, Rob was able to pleasure another boy out of nothing more than sheer attraction, affection and love... and it felt amazing. Rob lost himself in it, spending several minutes happily licking and sucking and kissing the firm dick, teasing the loose balls hanging below, playfully tickling the blonde bush with his nose, all while his hand stayed gripped tightly onto Alex's.
"Let's swap!" Alex said after a little longer.
"But... you didn't cum yet!" Rob said, disappointedly.
"It felt good, but... that might take more time," Alex said honestly. "But for now, why don't I try sucking you and maybe then we can... finish together?"
"Sounds good to me!" Rob said happily. He jumped off and quickly pulled off his clothes and lay back down on the sofa as Alex shrugged the shirt off of his shoulders and then straddled Rob's legs.
"You're really good at it, by the way!" Alex said, unsure whether it was nice or a bit stupid to compliment him like that.
"Thanks. I... had a good teacher!" Rob said, thinking fondly of the many hours Sam had spent teaching him how to suck.
Alex leaned down and took the boy's cock into his mouth. The sucking alone had him groaning with pleasure in no time, but when he reached up and began teasing the boy's nipples it became even more obvious just how much he was enjoying it.
"Y... you'd best... stop..." Rob stuttered, "If you want... to cum... together!" He reached down and grabbed Alex's shoulder. "Wait... no... no... oh god... oh god... Alex... Alex... I'm... unnnh... cumming!" the last word was so high-pitched it was barely audible as he felt his cock throb as it spurted out its load.
Alex eagerly swallowed the boy's load down as he lay writhing beneath him, moaning and whimpering as his load was taken. With every drop swallowed, Alex sat up and grinned.
"What happened... to cumming... together?" Rob panted, shaking his head.
"Got carried away," Alex giggled, then pushed himself up into a kneeling position and said, "Now it's my turn!" He began rapidly stroking his cock.
"Ah yeah," Rob said happily, knowing he was directly in the splash zone. He reached out with both hands, one stroking Alex's thigh, the other cupping his balls and massaging them gently.
The touches seemed to help as Alex began panting, eventually adding in moans and then finally a whimpered, "I'm cumming!" before shooting his load onto Rob's torso, the first shot hitting his chin. He was quite proud when he managed to get one spurt perfectly onto the younger boy's nipple, making him twitch with pleasure a little.
"That was... hot!" Rob declared happily.
"Yeah it was," Alex giggled as he let go of his dripping cock.
"And, erm..." Rob said, hands trembling, "I love you too!"
"This feels wrong!" Chris whispered as he ducked behind a shrub with Mikey. He peered out, watching Nicky walk.
"No! `Wrong' is lying to your boyfriends about what you're doing!" Mikey hissed back angrily.
They had followed Nicky after dinner, knowing he had lied about going to diving and curious to see where he was actually going.
"What if he's cheating on us?" Mikey asked, looking somewhere between scared and annoyed.
"I don't think you can cheat on someone in an open relationship!" Chris said with a slight smirk, then frowned and said, "Wait, ARE we open? I mean, we haven't really talked about it since we got our new toy!"
"Hey, if anyone's the toy, it's you!" Mikey smirked, grabbing Chris and pulling him into playful kiss.
"I'm... surprisingly okay with that," Chris replied, grinning for a moment before he shook his head and said, "Hold up, we're gonna lose him!"
Mikey let out a disappointed whimper as Chris pulled away.
"Do you wanna make out with me or do you wanna find out where Nicky's going?" Chris asked, smirking as he held Mikey.
"You never heard of multitasking?" Mikey asked playfully.
Chris rolled his eyes and shook his head, then said, "How about we follow Nicky, find out what he's doing then make out WITH him!"
Mikey's eyes widened as he nodded emphatically. "Yes, that! Let's do that!" he said excitedly, pulling Chris towards the direction Nicky had gone. "He looks like he's heading to the lake!" Nicky said as they followed through the school's gardens.
"Why?" Chris asked, shaking his head. While Mikey appeared angry about the whole deception, Chris was mostly just worried.
Mikey gasped. "Oh my god, what if he's going to throw himself into the lake and drown himself?"
Chris stopped dead in his tracks and stared at Mikey. "How the hell d'ya get from `heading to the lake' to death by drowning?"
Mikey shrugged. "It's possible!" he said casually.
"Whatever, ya twisted little weirdo!" Chris said, shaking his head as he put an arm around the other boy and continued after Nicky. "Even if you were right, I can't see one of the best swimmers in the dorm dying by drowning!"
Mikey tutted as he mumbled, "It could happen!"
They were correct about the destination. Nicky passed through the gardens and out the other side, following the path into the treeline towards the lake. The other two followed, doing their best to stay hidden until they reached the clearing on the opposite side and saw Nicky sat on the grassy bank, staring out over the lake.
"I think you took a wrong turn!" Mikey called out as they revealed themselves. As Nicky looked back at him he gestured behind them and added, "Pool's back that way!"
"You... what..." Nicky stuttered, looking decidedly guilty as he watched the other two approach. As they stood over him, he finished, "What are you doing here?"
"Hey, you stole my line!" Chris said, smirking a little. He took a seat on the ground next to Nicky.
"You lied to us. A lot! Explain yourself!" Mikey demanded angrily.
Chris rolled his eyes and grabbed Mikey, pulling him down into a sitting position between them. He sighed a little and said, "I think what he means is... are you okay? What's going on?"
"No I meant..." Mikey started, but the stern look Chris gave him quickly stopped him in his tracks and he nodded gently, then asked, "Yeah, what's up?"
"I... didn't feel like... diving today, that's all," Nicky said awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with the other two.
"More lies!" Mikey snapped furiously, pointing accudingly.
"Mikey, come on, keep it cool," Chris urged him, putting one arm around him and gently rubbing his chest with the other. He got a slightly frustrated groan in return, but it was accompanied by an accepting nod and slightly sheepish expression. Chris looked across to Nicky and said, "We know you quit the team, and not recently!"
"Oh, erm..." Nicky said, uncharacteristically lost for words.
"You can talk to us," Mikey said, clearly calming from Chris' touch, leaning heavily against him.
Nicky sighed. "I was... just thinking that I..." he paused, glancing around, then his eyes widened as he looked at the other two. "That I have other things going on in my life now and giving up one of my clubs will mean more time to spend with my boyfriends!"
"Awww," Mikey said, suddenly looking very guilty about his anger. "That's... really sweet!"
Chris frowned a little as he looked a Nicky and said quietly, "Yeah, it is!" He had a pretty good idea Nicky was lying, especially as he had very clearly NOT spent the extra time with his boyfriends, but he didn't want to push things when he could already see Nicky starting to withdraw.
"I was actually thinking of changing some stuff too!" Mikey admitted.
"Oh, like what?" Nicky asked, clearly delighted at the opportunity for a change of subject.
"Well, if I gave up Athletics, I could be free Friday nights when both of you are!" Mikey said, nodding happily. "But I was thinking about joining Music Club too!"
"Oh!" Nicky exclaimed, a little surprised.
"You... don't want me to?" Mikey asked, staring doe-eyed at Nicky.
"N... no... no," Nicky stuttered. "I just... thought you maybe needed to be a bit more... musical to... ya know, want to be in the MUSIC club, that's all! Or maybe play an instrument!"
Mikey shrugged. "Meh, music's easy! Just hit the right notes in the right order!"
Nicky went to disagree but stopped as he figured it wasn't worth arguing... and that he wasn't actually wrong.
"Well if we're giving stuff up, I may as well give up Creative Writing!" Chris pouted.
"Not enjoying it?" Nicky asked, deliberately keeping the topic away from his own decision.
"No, it's more that I... suck at it! I can't think of things!" Chris huffed, shaking his head. He had joined the club in hope of helping with his aspiration of song writing, but so far it had not proven helpful.
"It'll come to you eventually," Nicky reassured him, reaching an arm around behind Mikey to rub Chris' shoulder, "Inspiration happens when it happens!" To help keep himself balanced, he took hold of Mikey too, rubbing his stomach as Chris continued to stroke his chest.
"Hmmm, this is nice," Mikey hummed happily as he sat wrapped in the other two boys. "I like this!"
"Yeah, we can tell!" Chris sniggered, nodding down towards the bulge in Mikey's trousers.
Mikey just chuckled, unashamed of his arousal. After all, there was nobody there to see it and being turned on by being touched by his boyfriends wasn't exactly unexpected. All three of them lay back together onto the grassy slope, Chris and Nicky both continuing their playful touches of Mikey.
Now that Nicky had let his guard down a little, Chris continued to probe. "If you quit the team to spend time with us," he started, casually undoing a couple of Mikey's shirt buttons so he could slip his hand inside and stroke the smooth skin beneath. "Why were you hiding out here alone?"
"Yeah, good point!" Mikey said, a hint of his earlier anger flaring.
"Shhh," Chris hissed in his ear, reaching across to tease a nipple as he did it. Mikey responded with a moan, seemingly drifting away from the conversation a little.
"Well I... wasn't sure... what you'd think," Nicky answered awkwardly. "Like you might... think I suck for quitting!"
"That's stupid!" Mikey snapped, but soon found Nicky's hand sliding down to caress his bulge, taking him further away from the chatter.
"Why would we think anything bad?" Chris asked softly, pulling his other hand from behind Mikey's back to stroke his hair while he continued teasing a nipple.
Nicky shrugged, thinking for a moment. "Well, like... the teachers are always telling me I'm wrong for not putting in the effort with the things I don't enjoy and just doing the stuff I like. So I thought you might... say it's stupid to give up something I actually like!" He felt Mikey go to speak but responded instantly by opening his trousers instead.
"Hmmm," Chris hummed thoughtfully. He certainly had doubts, but the happy moans starting to come from the boy between them were more than a little distracting. He grinned at Nicky and got a grin back.
As Chris undid the rest of the shirt, pushing the two sides apart to reveal Mikey's slender torso, all pale and smooth and freckled, Nicky worked on his trousers, working them down a little along with his underwear, leaving them at his knees. Mikey mewed happily as he felt their hands roaming his body, followed by Chris' lips on his neck and Nicky's mouth nibbling playfully at a nipple.
The three boys lay together, the cool November breeze chilling Mikey's exposed skin, only making him moan more whenever he felt the warmth of a hand or mouth on him. Chris and Nicky took it in turns stroking the Mikey's cock, each easing it closer and closer to orgasm, using his whimpers to guide them when to stop as they began edging him.
If Mikey was feeling any frustration over the repeated stopping and starting, he wasn't letting it show, just groaning away happily with delight as he casually grasped at the bodies either side of him.
Eventually, after more stroking and teasing and edging, Chris whispered to him, "Do you want to cum?"
"Mmmyeah," Mikey replied dreamily, nuzzling the top of his head against Chris' cheek.
"Care to finish him?" Chris asked with a snigger as he looked to Nicky and gestured to the ginger-pubed straining cock between them.
"No, you go ahead," Nicky replied with a chuckle.
Chris nodded politely and took hold of Mikey's dick. It took another minute of fast stroking to get him back to the edge again, but this time he didn't stop, pumping away as Mikey's whimpers grew higher-pitched and closer together until he let out a delighted moan and spurted a load all over Chris' hand and his own body.
As Chris went to lick his hand, Nicky grabbed it, pulled it towards him and licked off Mikey's spunk, then gestured to the boy's exposed, cum-streaked body and said, "You can have that!"
"So kind," Chris giggled, leaning down to lap up the quickly-cooling cum as Mikey lay catching his breath, eyes closed.
With the torso licked clean, Nicky worked Mikey's underwear and trousers back up while Chris closed the front of the shirt and secured a couple of buttons before they nestled down either side of him. Chris' head rested on the smaller boy's shoulder, while Nicky positioned himself looking down over them both as he ran his fingers slowly through Mikey's ginger locks.
In his post-orgasmic state of bliss and comfortably cocooned by his boyfriends, Mikey drifted off to sleep, his breaths getting deeper and more rhythmic as he fell deeper.
Chris glanced up a the sleeping face, hen at Nicky and grinned.
"God, he's so fucking cute when he's asleep!" Nicky whispered, sounding genuinely in awe.
"To be fair, he's pretty cute when he's awake too!" Chris whispered back happily.
"Yeah, but then he opens his mouth!" Nicky joked.
Chris laughed, but quickly silenced himself for fear of waking Mikey. He took a deep breath, thinking for a moment before he said, "I know you're lying!"
"No, he really is cute!" Nicky said, trying to be obtuse.
Chris rolled his eyes as he propped himself up, the sleeping body resting between them. "Haha, you know what I mean. About quitting diving!"
"No, I..." Nicky started but Chris raised his free hand to silence him.
"Don't. I know you're not usually a liar, not really, so if you've lied to us already, I know there's something wrong," Chris explained. "I get you might not want to talk about it yet, and that's fine, we're both here when you do. It's one of the perks of two boyfriends! But please don't lie to me anymore. I'd rather you say nothing than lie!"
Nicky sighed and nodded, remaining loudly silent!
Chris sighed back. He glanced down at Mikey for a moment. "Ya know... I wasn't completely sure this was gonna work, but..."
"It does, doesn't it!" Nicky replied, smiling sincerely.
"It really does!" Chris said happily. "I thought... I dunno, I'd be kinda split, but..." he paused, eyes wide.
"Buuut?" Nicky prompted playfully.
"Oh!" Chris said excitedly, a grin spreading across his face.
"What? What is it?" Nicky asked, a little concerned.
"Inspiration!" Chris declared. He quickly pulled his arm free of Mikey and sat up then pulled out his phone and started tapping away as he hummed a tune.
Nicky chuckled as he watched Chris working away, occasionally looking down as Mikey slept at his side. He felt bad for lying to them about why he had quit, about hiding the shameful reality that he was simply too scared to face the Year 7 boys who had pranked him and left him humiliated, but in that moment he felt so utterly content it all just seemed inconsequential. That stuff didn't matter so long as he had his boyfriends.
"Oh come on, he's totally into you!" Kyle sniggered as he shook his head at Danny.
"We're JUST friends!" Danny insisted. He frowned a little and said, "Woah, Year 7 flashback!"
Kyle giggled and shook his head again. "Yeah, YOU might think you're just friends, but Adrian clearly wants more!"
"Nah," Danny disagreed. "We're friends and..." he paused, glancing around the Common Room but nobody was paying them any attention. He still erred on the side of discretion and said, "... role-players together, but that it's it!"
Kyle smirked. "It's not just me that thinks it. Chris does too!"
"Oh does he really?" Danny asked, folding his arms moodily. "Been talking about me a lot?"
"Oh yeah, centre of our worlds, you're the ONLY thing we talk about some days," Kyle said sarcastically. As he got an eye roll from Danny, he added, "Chris only thinks it because of his poem!"
"Whose poem?" Danny asked, frowning.
"Adrian's! You remember your naked day?" Kyle asked, the corners of his mouth flicking into a momentary grin.
"Vaguely!" Danny said, sucking his teeth.
Kyle quickly replied, "Well you remember everyone had to write poems inspired by, like, your dicks and stuff..."
"Not quite how Mr Fitzsimmons described it," Danny corrected him.
"Yeah, well Chris reckons Adrian's poem was totally a love poem to you!" Kyle insisted.
"Just sounded like a bunch of words to me!" Danny shrugged.
"Yeah, it did to me too," Kyle replied, "But you know Chris is all about the words and stuff. So if he says it was a love poem, I believe him. And let's not forget that EVERY scenario Adrian comes up with lately has you and him as, like, boyfriends or husbands or... cellmates or whatever!"
Danny went to argue, his mouth opening, but stopped as he thought about it. "Oh. Do I... have to do something about it?"
Kyle shrugged. "Whadda I know? I've dated one guy and that ended with him cheating on me so I'm no expert on relationships!"
Danny chuckled but felt bad at the same time as he had been the one Kyle's boyfriend (Chris) had cheated with, though Danny had not known it was cheating. It all just felt like a distant memory, especially now they had all made up and moved on.
"Oh, hey," Kyle said, looking behind Danny.
"Hey guys," Rob said as he approached.
Danny frowned at the other boy and asked, "Shouldn't you be somewhere?"
"Creative Writing, but I skipped it," Rob said. "I was... hoping we could talk... about the other day!"
Kyle sat looking back and forth between the two. As they both slowly turned their heads to look at him he grinned and said, "Go ahead, don't mind me. This sounds juicy!"
"Kyle," Danny said with a forced smile. "The polite version of what I'm thinking is `fuck off'. Do you want to hear the mean version?"
"Yeah, kinda!" Kyle nodded with a snigger, but stood up and said, "But fine, I'll go. Have fun!"
Rob gave him a thankful fist bump as he passed then took the seat he had vacated.
"I thought I'd have to track you down to make you talk more!" Danny admitted.
Rob sniggered and nodded. "Yeah, you usually would, but... well I'm having a bit of a breakthrough day and figured I'd keep the momentum going!"
Danny sniggered and said, "Yeah, I have them sometimes too!" He leaned back a little and said, "But now I don't know whether to be happy or scared!"
"Honestly... me too!" Rob said shyly. He let out a wistful sigh but didn't manage to say anything else.
"So... how's things with Josh?" Danny asked, hoping to get things moving before it got even more awkward.
"Good!" Rob said, nodding. "Well, I don't know if `good' is really a word I should use to describe it, but... we're talking. He's finally telling me more about... ya know... the stuff his brothers did to him."
Danny nodded, tilting his head sympathetically. "Some of it's kinda... harsh, right?" he said, inwardly shuddering at some of the truly horrific things Josh had told him about the abuse he had suffered.
"I'd say more traumatising!" Rob said, nodding back. "I kinda get why he didn't want to tell me and why it's affected him so much. And you... and Alex, actually!" he said, frowning thoughtfully.
"Regretting asking?" Danny enquired cautiously.
Rob shook his head. "Not for a second. Is it fun to hear about? Hell no. But if it's helping Josh to process it and helping me..." he paused and sighed again, "... get my friend back," he continued. "Then I could NEVER regret it!"
Danny smiled and nodded. "Yeah, that's kinda where my head's been at ever since it all went down."
Rob looked round, nervous of who might be listening in, but the nearest boys were thoroughly engrossed in their own lives. "Can I... tell you something... awful?" he asked nervously.
"Sure, sounds fun," Danny said with a wry grin.
Rob smirked then took a deep breath. "I... hate you, well, no... hated you!"
"Oh, glad you clarified that. At least you only hated me in the past and not now!" Danny said, one eyebrow raised curiously. "Any reason, or just... in general?"
"For being up on that roof and talking Josh down!" Rob said, jaw quivering a little, very visibly only just holding it together. He quickly added, "I'm not saying I wish Josh had... jumped. I just... mean..."
"You wish it had been you!" Danny suggested.
Rob stared back for a second, then nodded. "I know it's SO selfish to make that moment about me but..."
"He's your best friend and you feel like if he needed help, YOU should have known and been the one to give it!" Danny suggested again.
Rob chuckled. "You're so good at this! Yeah, exactly that!"
"C'mere," Danny said, reaching across the table for Rob's hand, taking it as it got offered. "I get it. I really do. If it was Chris, then I would have given anything to help him. Anything! And yeah, I get that me and Chris are a LOT more... in your face about what we mean to each other, but anyone can see you love Josh every bit as much as I love Chris. Never feel bad for wishing you could help him!"
Rob squeezed Danny's hand and nodded. "Thank you," he said quietly.
"So was there any other reason you hated me, or just the one?" Danny joked.
"I..." Rob started but shook his head a little.
"It's okay," Danny reassured him.
Rob let out a slight groan. "This is gonna sound really... petty and stupid because... well, it's really petty and stupid!"
"That's a good reason," Danny sniggered.
Rob chuckled too, but his cheeks began to burn red. "I... I've just been a bit jealous of... how close you are with... ya know... the others!" he confessed. When Danny just looked back at him for a few moments he added, "When I got unlocked... I dunno... I kinda thought it might be like... hey, Rob, you're out, come and join the club! Have an orgasm or two!"
"Oh!" Danny said, nodding. "I guess I kinda see that. But... the thing is, we weren't... or aren't... close because we all happened to be unlocked. We got close because... I dunno, things happened that made us close. The naughty stuff just kinda... happens."
"That makes sense I suppose," Rob said, nodding sadly.
"But Rob, you know... I mean, you MUST know that if you ever came to me or Chris or Nicky... hell, even Mikey nowadays, and just said can we hang out' you'd get a yes. And if you said I'm having a hard day, I need a hug', you KNOW we'd be all over you!" Danny explained, shaking his head, looking almost disappointed at having to say it.
"Yeah, that's the stupid thing. I guess I do know, but I kinda... wanted..." Rob started, groaning again, unable to look Danny in the eye. "I didn't just, like, want a hug. I wanted someone to... see me and go, oh, you NEED a hug. Here, let me help!"
Danny let out a sympathetic moan. "I get it. That makes sense, but... you're so freakin' hard to read. I mean, most the guys in the dorm wouldn't know how to keep their feelings hidden if their life depended on it, but you... it's like I said the other day. You're the only other sane one!"
"Still think that after all this?" Rob asked playfully.
Danny chuckled and nodded. "Just about. But... I dunno... sometimes it feels like... you're the grownup in the dorm. You're so... sensible and smart and put together. It makes reading you impossible!"
"I guess... that's a compliment!?" Rob said, an eyebrow raised curiously.
Danny nodded and replied, "It is. So what I'm saying is... if you want something, just fucking ask, okay!"
"Hey Danny," Rob said with a grin. "Can I have a hug?"
Danny was on his feet in moments, throwing his arms around the other boy.
"Hey Danny," Rob whispered as he hugged him back. "Can I have a blow job?"
Danny burst into laughter, shaking his head as he pulled away.
"Just kidding," Rob said, looking happier than Danny had seen him all year. "For now, at least!" he added with a wink.
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For my other stories, please see links below:
The Benny Saga (in reading order) --------------
Benny Takes Control – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/
The Dangers of Desire – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/
Benny's House – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/
The Kingswood Saga ------------------
Tales from Kingswood – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/
Half-Term at Kingswood – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/
Other Series ------------
Possession – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/
Jack Hamilton – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/
Phil's Naked Adventures – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/
One-shots ---------
The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction
Jake's Exposure – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure
Becoming an Internet Master – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master
Brian's Big Mistake – http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake
And Then It Got Worse – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse
Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity