The Symposium Chapter 10: School Rules
This story is a work of fiction. Resemblances to real persons, places or events would be extremely surprising.
Torrents of rain sufficient to drown small wildlife had poured for a fortnight and finally quelled as the last week of January broke. It remained cold and damp and the sun was too weak to dry the earth. Christmas and New Years were distant memories for Callum and Iain as they made their way into the Symposium on a cold Friday morning; cold enough for their breath to mist in the air.
The air conditioning in the Symposium kept it cool in the summer and comfortable in the cold months, for which Callum and Iain were very grateful. They got undressed in the locker room and were treated layers: fest, t-shirt, underwear and shorts. Even socks before their trainers. Mr Doulas had curbed some of their more extreme treatment (such as getting dressed in the foyer) of the last month or so but they were now a month past the shortest day of the year and a twinkle had returned to Mr Douglas's eye.
They should have known something was going on.
"Morning, guys." Paul said as he too got changed.
"Hi, Paul. We thought you were off today?" Callum asked.
"Yea, apparently we're going to be short staffed for a few hours today and I was offered over time." Paul spoke in a breathless and excited rush, his puppy tendencies were back in force.
"You got any plans this weekend?" Iain asked politely. He'd had an inkling about Paul for a few weeks – just little things he'd said and several things he hadn't said.
"Eh, sort of." Paul admitted. "I'm kinda going out with somebody."
Iain smiled, "Told you. You owe me a fiver."
"I never took the bet." Callum replied to Iain, then turned to Paul, "And what he meant to say was: Really? Who are you going out with?"
"His name's Harry." Paul admitted. "He doesn't come here, he's a year older than me, we met at college and we've been seeing each other for nearly a month."
"A month? And you didn't tell us? Why not?" Iain asked, cheerfully.
"It didn't come up? I'm a very private person? He asked me not to tell anyone? I wanted to make sure we lasted more than three dates?" Paul replied.
Callum smiled and raised an eyebrow, "Which of those explanations are you going with, Paul."
Paul smiled and jumped to his feet. "I dunno, choose one."
Paul raced off to get started and left Iain and Callum with the distinct impression they were, politely, being told it was none of their business.
"Callum, Iain," Mr Douglas addressed them as they pulled on their trainers. "Can I have a word with you?"
"Sure."
"Yes?"
"In my office."
They took the glass lift up to the next floor. Neither of the lads were sure what to expect, especially when they spotted Finn waiting in Mr Douglas's office. Callum and Iain recalled their past experiences in the office or conference rooms upstairs and reflected how far things had gone since then.
Finn stood as Mr Douglas entered and their boss took his place behind an expensive desk.
"I wonder if either of you would care to comment on this?" Mr Douglas said, turning his computer screen around for Iain and Callum to see and then pressing a key on his keyboard.
A video started to play, a section of video at least, of them in one of the training rooms and going down on Lee and Jason. It must have been recorded back in November. Callum and Iain both wondered many things: why was it recorded, why had they waited until now to bring it up and were they in trouble?
Trouble? Surely not, the management were clearly aware and often instrumental in orchestrating liaisons with men in the club. Sometimes subtle sex appeal to appeal to the masses, sometimes outright sexual interactions.
"This was recorded in training room 3. Some equipment had been going missing and I installed cameras to catch the offender. The culprit was identified on night shift and this was left recording," he gave them both an innocent look, "Accidentally, of course. Now, I have to say..." Mr Douglas did not sound angry, but really the lads weren't sure what he was.
"It was harmless." Callum said, interrupting Mr Douglas.
"They certainly didn't seem to come to any harm." He agreed wryly.
Callum blushed.
"Is there anything we can help you with, Mr Douglas?" Iain asked, going out on a limb that the answer would be...
"Yes." He replied. "They seemed highly encouraged by your motivational techniques. You had their rapt attention, you promoted safety in a healthy lifestyle choice and you promoted acceptability of same-sex interactions. I would like you to promote the Symposium to young people attending a special assembly today and I would like you to exhibit a comparable vigour in demonstrating that homosexuality is not a pariah lifestyle. Neither deviant nor abhorrent."
Mr Douglas had a practiced, level tone. He spoke affluently with a deliberate aim to obfuscate. The result was neither Callum nor Iain could be certain what Mr Douglas was really asking of them. A few key words filtered through however.
"Really? Us? Promote?" Callum asked. His brain was still not functioning on higher reasoning levels, still fearful that sucking off a seventeen year old boy at work might just be a sackable offence. Maybe in a post office it would be?
"Sex between consenting adults is perfectly acceptable." Finn said, "And the Symposium wants to be able to show that sex isn't always about alternative lifestyles. People have sex, it's not always about love but it should always be safe. And that message might just be assimilated by young people if it's conveyed in the right way."
Iain studied Finn for a moment. He was always here, with Mr Douglas, at moments like this. And both had a silver-tongued ability to sound rather reasonable about the absurd. Iain was not sure what was in store for himself and Callum but he was interested to find out and surrendered to its inevitability and to its enigma.
"What do you think, Callum?" Iain asked, soliciting mutual consent.
"I think we would be happy to help." Callum replied, "Was that the right answer?" he added cheekily.
"Yes it was." Mr Douglas said, and smiled broadly. "Finn will drive you. See you boys back here in a few hours."
"Drive us?"
"Drive us where?"
"To the Lord Gower Grammar School."
Although still cold outside, exhaling no longer caused a visible puff of misty breath. Callum and Iain pulled on hoodies embroidered with the Symposium's logo, bit their legs were still bear and a gusty wind blew up their shorts.
On the drive, Finn explained the school was just concluding prelims and that the year 1-4 class groups were spending the day taking part in an inter-school project. There was some consolation in knowing that eleven to 15 year old boys wouldn't be watching them do... whatever it was they were going to do. The Lord Gower was hosting final year students; those heading to college or university in September (assuming they passed their exams). The teaching staff would also be depleted as the lower year groups were chaperoned around.
When Iain and Callum saw the school, they were surprised by several things. It was an enormous building for one and for another it had been substantially modernised with lots of glass walls that juxtaposed the old stone of the original architecture.
Finn parked in a car park that held very few other cars; then he led the way to the main entrance. The entrance was about twelve feet wide with several double doors, straight ahead inside was the reception and main office.
From the main entrance, a window resembling a service hatch looked into the office – the door into it, Callum and Iain inferred, must be around the side. Finn pressed the buzzer and waited for someone to come forward.
Iain looked left; down the corridor he saw multiple rooms and offices (perhaps for the head master, deputy head, guidance offices) on the right, directly opposite the offices, was the assembly hall. At the end of the wide corridor, past the offices and the hall it curved around the side of the assembly hall and led to the P.E. department.
Callum looked right; the long corridor had class rooms on both sides, probably for one department. At the end of the corridor, it opened up into the landing for the stairs to the upper floors on the right and on the left curved around into a communal area.
"Mr Artino will be right with you, Mr McKellan." Said the sole office worker, a young man who Callum was sure he had seen around the Symposium.
"Finn, my man. How you doing?" said a tall slim man as he extended a hand for Finn to take – Mr Artino, one assumes.
"Dimitri, long time no see. You been hiding from me?" Finn asked.
"Had to, the restraining order said no closer than one hundred feet." Dimitri replied.
"Ha Ha." Finn said, dropping the hand, "This is Callum and Iain. Guys, this is Mr Artino - deputy head master."
Callum and Iain noticed they were not being given the option to call him Dimitri. They all shook hands politely. Dimitri Artino looked to be in his early thirties. Callum admired the man whose name and olive skin, black hair and dark brown eyes were a dead give away to his Greek heritage.
"It's nice to meet you gentlemen." Dimitri said, briefly shaking each of their hands. He turned to Finn again, "Let's have a chat before everyone arrives. In fact, why don't Callum and Iain can join the sixth years? They're having career discussion seminar upstairs. They could audit the class, tell me what they think about our new teacher Mr Holt."
"Well, now that's a good idea. And when you come back down you can get undressed for this afternoons event." Finn added.
"You really want us to be stark bullock naked in a school?" Callum asked incredulously.
"Come now, Callum. You can't be surprised that this invitation involves a little nudity. Not after the video we played this morning." Finn said, a subtle reminder of what had happened with the Lord Gower boys before, and perhaps a warning of what was to come.
Callum and Iain knocked on the door of the class room they had been directed to and a voice from within invoked entry. The room was larger than any classroom Callum or Iain had learned in, but they had gone to a regular school and this was a private school that costs pupils thousands of pounds a year. How the other half lives, eh? At the front of the room was the teachers desk, behind which was a white board that all the pupils in the room faced.
They all sat upright as the cousins entered and Mr Holt took great notice in the hunky shorts-clad men entering his class. Mr Holt, at least Callum and Iain assumed it was he, was over six foot tall and thin, narrow shoulders and long legs – he was like a stick insect. A very handsome one with a light brown faux-hawk hair style.
"Ah! Yes! You two must be here for the demonstration." The young man said. "I was told you might pop up early." He added, he seemed almost stunned into silence by the sight of them.
Mr Holt looked them up and down and Callum caught his eye, a spark between them that was extinguished by Iain passing in front of him. The class had all sat up a little straighter since they entered the room; the charge in that air could be felt by everyone. Everyone knew something was happening, even if they did not know what.
"Don't mind us." Iain said, "We'll be real quiet."
Mr Holt smiled.
"I'm Callum, this is Iain." Callum said for the sake of politeness then offered his hand even as Iain was half way up the room, walking between the middle rows of desks.
"Robbie." Mr Holt replied in a soft Fife accent. They shook hands long enough to be classified as holding hands, then dropped. Robbie addressed the room, "Callum and Iain will be involved in the inter-school lifestyle discussion a little later. Let's all keep our eyes open for what we might learn, shall we?"
Callum's eyes glanced over the boys in the room: school uniforms made Callum feel like a pervert (a little bit yea) but they were all seventeen give or take a year. As Callum moved to the back of the room to join Iain, he spotted Lee and Jason, Barry and Alan and the other boys who had been to the Symposium for their fitness classes. They smiled and nodded and Callum felt a tremor in the force – his spider-sense told him something was going to happen. However, he could not yet divine what so when Iain took a seat in the back row nearest the isle that ran up the middle of the room, Callum took a seat on the opposite side of the isle.
Iain was sat next to Lee and Alan. Callum was squeezed between Jason and Barry. The back row did not feel like a good place to be – until Jason's hand caressed his thigh and suddenly Callum felt fine about it.
At the front of the room Robbie Holt continued to talk animatedly about application and CV design.
"Take off your hoodie. Make yourself comfortable." Jason said.
Callum complied and on the other side, he saw Iain was also now sitting in his t-shirt. Iain's big arms emphasised by the tightness of the top.
"Hey, kick your shoes off." Jason said.
"What?" Callum said, cautious not to be heard and to avoid attracting attention. As if!
"Do it." Jason said, his hand slipping round Callum's thigh and brushing up against his balls. Even through his shorts the sensation was thrilling.
Callum toed off his trainers. Within a minute he felt Jason and Barry playing footsie – sweet, but with the intention of pushing his socks down until Callum resigned himself to their removal. He lifted his legs one at a time and pulled them off, dropping them silently to the floor with his trainers. Jason took the opportunity to stroke Callum's leg before he put his feet back flat on the floor.
Callum's heart was pounding in his chest now. He knew what was coming, what was going to happen and that he would comply. Common sense told him not to but he did not want common sense the thrill was exciting.
Jason whispered, just loud enough for some of the boys in nearby chairs to hear but not so loud as their teacher could hear: "Pull off your t-shirt."
"What?" Callum replied.
A few boys were looking now and noticed his bare feet.
"Your teacher will wonder why." Callum replied.
"If he asks, which he won't, just tell him it's hot in here." Barry told him from the other side.
"It is hot in here." Jason added, brushing his arm against Callum's.
Callum breathed deeply but quietly and waited for the teacher to disengage conversation with a lad in the front row and turn back to the whiteboard. Callum pulled off his t-shirt and was relieved to remember he had a vest on too. The hem of the vest came untucked as he took the t-shirt off.
Callum glanced over at Iain, if he was being subjected to similar treatment he had not yet reached the same stage as him.
"Shorts off." Jason said. The stage whisper again.
Many boys had noticed now.
Callum knew they could not all be gay but there was something about humiliation and or sex that resonated with boys. They would watch it all, they'd watch him wank or suck or fuck and still watch with perverse interest. And Callum found that exciting.
Callum lifted his bum and pulled the shorts off his bum and down to his ankles. They sat around his bare ankles for a moment before he slipped his feet out. His feet did not disturb the trainers on the floor during the manoeuvres so no sound was made.
Callum was now sat in a vest and briefs in a school class room with more than thirty boys. They were all taking turns at looking round when the teachers back was turned. Mr Holt, for his part, gave Callum one eye-popping look but did not comment further on Callum's unannounced sleevelessness.
Callum felt a semi coming on and Jason assisted it by sliding his left hand over the front of Callum's briefs. He didn't dare breath or make a sound for fear of moaning. Jason's hand left Callum's cock and lifted the front of his vest. Callum's slim, toned stomach came into view and at the first opportunity Callum obeyed the now silent instruction. He pulled the vest off. He dropped it onto his lap but Jason assisted it to join the pile on the floor.
"Pull it out." Jason told him.
Callum again complied. His hand hefted the now solid eight inch cock out and stroked it beneath the desk. Jason's hand stoked and rolled Callum's testicles. Mr Holt noticed Callum was now shirtless and noticed many boys were now flushed – though not for the reason Mr Holt assumed. Callum watched Mr Holt, the tall pretty and good looking teacher cross the room and open the window.
Callum glanced at Iain, who still seemed unmolested and gave him a big grin.
Mr Holt moved on to his conclusion about how best to complete applications and prepare CV's while Callum stroked his cock.
"Off. Off. Off. Off." Jason whispered, tugging at the side of Callum's briefs.
With a lift of his bum, Callum freed his cock and pulled the briefs to his knees. Assured that Mr Holt still was not watching, Callum slipped them over his knees and they landed at his bare ankles. There was something about a naked man with pants around his ankles that was extremely arousing. Callum enjoyed this arousal while stoking his dick, then slipped his feet out.
Callum was now absolutely and completely naked in the all-boys school, surrounded by horney lads who all knew his weakness and exposure. He sill stoked his cock, looking at the lads who noticed him as they all smiled or winked
It took Callum another thirty seconds to realise all the clothes he'd taken off, that had been piled under the desk, were gone.
He really was exposed now.
On the other side of the room, Iain had sat quietly entertained by his cousin's increasing exposure. For once it was nice to watch it unfold, safely immunised against similar occurrence – for a while at least.
At the front of the room, the teacher Mr Holt had become increasingly distracted by Callum. Iain wondered if it was by virtue of Callum sitting topless in the warm and humid room or because he was attracted to Callum. Those things not being mutually exclusive, of course.
A knock at the door and Mr Artino entered, "Ah, Robbie. I wondered if I might be able to have a chat with you?"
"Well we were about to move onto interview techniques." Mr Holt replied. "We're cutting it tight for finishing on time as it is."
Finn was standing behind the deputy head master, "Well that's alright. Why doesn't Iain tell come up and talk about his interview experience." Callum very briefly caught Finn's eye – he was clearly all too aware of his state of undress.
Mr Artino smiled, "This is Findlay McKellan, P.T. and deputy manager at the Symposium Athletics Club."
A snort from somewhere in the room. "That's ironic," said a voice from the same source, "A gay health club called the Sac."
A sound of pain as whoever it was got thumped.
"If Mr Carter would like to assist in the class, I imagine his recollections would be very insightful." Mr Artino said, causing Iain to wonder what he knew about how he had been interviewed.
"I'd be happy to." Iain responded, reluctantly but reservedly.
"Good, Iain." Finn said, "Why don't you come to the front of the class where everybody will be able to see you. I mean, hear you."
"Robbie, let's have a chat about Iain and Callum. I think you might enjoy hearing about some of the things..." Mr Artino's voice faded down the corridor as the younger teacher followed.
Iain stood and started down to the front of the room, turning to sit on the edge of the desk in full view of everyone.
"I hope the boys here will ask some revealing questions of you." Finn said to Iain.
Callum noticed Finn catching Jason's eye. The step brothers sharing a tacit dialogue. Finn looked to Callum too, who blushed – although he was clearly topless there was no reason to think Finn knew he was naked. Except Finn stooped as he reached the door and lifted a pile of clothes heaped on top of a pair of trainers. All of Callum's clothes. Finn whistled as he left, leaving Callum with the knowledge that he would be seen, every inch of him, the moment he stood to leave the room.
Too early and too late to worry about that now though so instead he sat back to enjoy Iain's turn.
Sitting on the edge of the desk, Iain looked very calm. His tall and bold appearance was two parts bravado to one part fear because he knew what was coming. To Jason's credit, and the credit of several boys in the room, they made a good effort to discuss interview preparation and questions.
Then, "But you're a personal trainer, right? Was there a physical aspect to the interview too?" Jason asked.
"Yea, we did some exercises." Iain admitted half the truth.
"Do they check your physique?"
"Yes."
"Can we check your physique? Take of your top." Jason suggested.
Iain complied without hesitation; revealing his muscled chest the like of which were carved in ancient Greece. He pumped his biceps and turned to show the room filled with boys his back muscles. The shorts were low on his hips so sat just above his arse and the descent from his navel to the faintest appearance of pubes was a delight.
Iain considered if the boy's interest in him was entirely plausible but rationalised that an all boys school could do things to a young man.
"You must have good muscles all over." Jason commented. "Can you show off your thighs a bit better? Maybe take those shorts off to give us a really good look."
There was tittering around the room and glances of wonder as to whether Iain really would. Iain caught Callum's eye and then took in Callum's bare chest and took in the knowledge that Callum was already completely naked. The thought of joining him was very stimulating.
Iain pulled off his trainers and socks – to make removing his shorts easier and to facilitate their muscle-group examination – then pushed his shorts down and flicked them off. The class watched as Iain put his foot up on the desk and grabbed his thigh. It was indeed hard and muscular, slightly accentuated with dark hair. His briefs bulged with excitement and he could almost smell his own cock.
Iain posed and showed off of five or ten minutes, wandering around the room so they could feel his arms and pecs and thighs and claves. Before Jason, he put his leg up on the desk and thrusted his crotch towards the boy's face, briefly Jason was not in control.
"Well." Jason said.
Iain dropped his bare foot to the ground and wriggled his arse back to the front of the room.
"Ok, Iain." Jason retook control. "Only one muscle left to show us."
Iain raised his head and looked around the room with thirty eight boys; he had counted as he toured the room. His hands on his hips, Iain pushed the briefs down until they pooled at his ankles. His cock in view was the sight they had waited for, so no-one spoke.
Eventually, young Lee stood up and walked to the front of the room. He collected every stitch of Iain's clothes and they vanished just like Callum's had.
Iain and Callum's clothes and trainers were now gone from all sight and reach.
Iain and Callum were naked and barefoot in an all boy's school, and from all implication they were expecting more boys to join the thirty eight gathered here.
The uniformed boys were broken from their silence by a suggestion from Lee, "Show us how you improve that muscle, Iain."
Iain did – he stroked his cock and it took seconds for eight inches to grow. His cock head glowed under the class room lights; the air moist with the breath of horney teens.
Iain's cock was made slick by a lick of his palm and a smear of his pre-cum across the naked head. He pumped it purposefully and noticed Callum shift uncomfortably. Jason must have caught his gaze.
"Callum, how about you join your cousin at the front of the room?" Jason suggested.
The eyes floated between Callum, sat behind the school desk, pressed between two boys in uniform, and Iain, who was starkers and stroking his hard on in front of the fully clothed audience.
Callum stood and his semi-hard cock popped into view. He moved behind the desk to his right and started to walk down the middle of the room. Just then the classroom door opened and Mr Holt walked back in.
The first thing he saw was Callum, the second then he saw was Iain's massive cock and the third thing he was his shoes as he didn't know where to look. His blushing could be seen reflected in his shiney black shoes.
"Eh, class, why don't we, I mean you, all of us go down on, down- downstairs together now." Robbie tried to say.
There was hubbub and bustle as paper and pens and
Stuff was packed away and the lads started to file out. Some gave Callum and Iain a wide berth while others walked close enough to smell the naked lads and still others chanced a glancing touch. Mr Holt came nearer and finally lifted his gaze, the concentration needed to keep his eyes above nipple level was evident on his face.
Mr Holt's voice was low but audible, even above the noisy boys. "Are you two ok with this?" he asked, genuinely concerned.
"With what?" Iain asked. He'd stopped stroking but his cock remained at a rigid-induced angle.
"This," his hand wavered up and down to indicate their nudity and only just missed touching Callum's cock by a pubes breadth. "Your being... naked. And watched and... the other stuff."
Callum smiled, Mr Holt obviously knew all about `the other stuff'.
"Yea, we're cool with it." Callum said.
Robbie Holt moved his gaze to Callum and Callum sensed an attraction mitigated by circumstances, and perhaps by for knowledge for Robbie seemed to know something was coming. So to speak.
"Alrighty!" said Jason, who was backed up by Lee, Alan and Barry. "Time to go lads. We'll show you back downstairs, shall we?"
The two naked cousins followed. Callum chastised himself for having naughty thoughts about having sex with young men in school tie and instead had naughty thoughts about Mr Holt. They descended a flight of stairs and bared left for the reception and main entrance. Beyond, they could see the class filing into the assembly hall.
At the reception, Jason stopped and rang the bell to call the attention of the office staff. The office worker inside came forward again, clocked Callum and Jason and nearly choked. Once he was done inhaling a mouthful of coffee, Jason asked him to call for Mr Artino.
"Donnie, Is my brother in law still with him?" Jason asked.
Donnie looked confused.
"Tall, dark, handsome – like me – broad, bearded, sexy."
"Oh, yea, he is."
"I'd give them ten minutes."
"Why don't we wait for Mr Artino and Mr McKellan in the assembly hall?" Robbie suggested obligingly.
"Well, I think maybe we should wait here sir." Lee said innocently. "We volunteered to be the welcoming party for the other schools attending today.
"Well, then I'll direct Callum and Iain..."
"They should stay too, learn more about the school, join the tour when the others arrive." Jason interrupted, not rudely but his confidence was over powering in the face of a situation Mr Holt did not know how to handle.
"I'll go see how Mr Artino is getting on." Mr Holt eventually decided, and gingerly walked off.
Jason, Lee and the others remained with Callum and Iain beside the reception/ main office area. They were clearly visible to everyone approaching the building from the front. The cousins could see a coach arrive along the road outside, disappearing from view as it entered the car park.
A minute or so later they could see at least forty boys approaching. They were all talking amiably but Callum noticed several school ties: blue, green and red with an assortment of stripes on each – they were clearly from several schools. As they got nearer, Callum and Iain noticed the boys outside notice them. Their cock's were no longer hard but even soft, they were still appreciably engorged.
The groups seemed to pile up as those at the front were stopped in their tracks by two tall naked men in the school entrance.
It's hard to know what to say when your naked in a school in front of north of forty seventeen year old guys.
It's hard to know what to say or do when you're a seventeen year old boy who comes face to face with two stunning naked men in a school reception area.
Eventually, Jason and Lee broke the ice.
Jason said, "Why don't we show you around the school?"
One of the lads who'd just arrived, a little slow on the uptake perhaps, replied first. "We've been here before. Why would we wanna tour the school again?"
Someone hit him on the back of the head.
"What I meant was, yea. Great idea. Let's go walk about." He said with a grin.
Callum and Iain went along for the ride, so to speak. Throughout the bottom floor where, amongst others, the mathematics and history departments were based. They were paraded through the long communal area between mathematics and history block and the other side of the school where economics and technical blocks. Led back to the communal area, the naked lads were taken deeper... into the building's ground floor towards the cafeteria where lunch was already being prepared. Much of the school, luckily, was empty and devoid of staff and pupils.
The noisy rabble of boys fluttered around Iain and Callum like butterflies - the pretty guys floating in and out and all around so they were hardly ever near the same face for more than a few minutes. They gracefully brushed near them, glancing their hips and bums, the occasional hand reaching to touch their cocks or groap their balls.
If any of the crowd were uncomfortable or homophobic, it did not show. Callum pondered if they were all from all boys school and used the overt company – albeit hyperbole to the highest degree on this occasion.
To their credit the Lord Gower school lads conducted a fine tour of the monstrous building and took great delight in the exposure faced by Callum and Iain.
By the time they got back to the reception area, they could all hear a great deal of noise from the assembly hall. Finn, grinning, was waiting for them with Mr Artino.
"Everyone else is inside." Mr Artino said. "You better go in a get a seat, yes?" he said. His tone particularly pointed when addressing his own pupils. The boys had obviously taken up more time than they had originally appreciated.
All doors to the assembly hall were closed as the last of the boys entered and once again Callum and Iain waited naked by the reception opposite the main entrance. They were warm under the under-floor heating and the natural light coming in through the windows from a cool winter day that had blue skies.
Callum thought he could see another bus outside that had not been there when they started the tour.
"Well, guys. Quite an adventure you've had." Finn stated the obvious.
Finn nodded to Mr Artino, who left Finn to deal with Callum and Iain.
"Come with me then." He said, leading them past the offices opposite the assembly hall. It really was noisy in there.
Callum and Iain expected to be taken into the hall which was now on their right but Finn kept walking.
"I hope you'll participate in a demonstration the boys here will never forget." Finn aid ominously.
Callum and Iain next wondered if they would be taken to one of the offices on the left, opposite the assembly hall, but no. Finn kept walking.
"The final year boys aren't naive really. I mean, what seventeen year old hasn't heard it all when it comes to sex?" Finn asked.
"Me, when I was that age." Iain said.
Callum laughed.
"Still, the final year lads in there might get to see some things today they'll never forget." Finn said.
He led them to the end then turned down a corridor on the right. The corridor ran alongside the bustling assembly hall. Further ahead was the P.E. department, but they weren't headed there. Eventually on the right was a door and then a short flight of stairs to the upper stage.
"Have a peek out the curtains." Finn said, very pleased with himself.
Callum and Iain peeked.
The hall was packed with boys - at least a hundred, a hundred and ten- twenty- thirty. They felt their hearts sink and quicken but their cock's betrayed them, stiffening with excitement. Callum's dick poked into Iain's hip and he smiled.
"The show must go on." Finn whispered.
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