The Symposium

The Symposium Ch. 15 Journey to the End of the Night

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Iain returned the handset of the pay phone to its cradle. He was amazed by two things -- 1) that the Symposium had a pay phone around the side of the building (seriously, people still use pay phones?) and 2) it was still, broadly speaking, operational.

Sure, it said Jordan is a knob', Robert sucks boabies' and `Kevin is a girl' -- amongst other things -- but the phone itself was working. Not particularly useful tonight however.

"I got no answer - left a message." Iain reported back to Justin.

The naked men had spent their first stranded minutes looking for change for the pay phone. They'd scrounged three ten pence pieces from the car park. Two calls to Justin's friends had been fruitless, Iain's call to Callum had been equally unhelpful.

"Figures," Justin replied. "All my friends will be out getting pissed and your cousin, who's 45 miles away, goes and gets a social life. What's with that?" he asked, feigning exasperation.

"Providence?" Iain said unhelpfully.

Justin grunted.

They were hiding at the front corner of the Symposium farthest from the road. No-one had come to see if the naked boys from the coach had departed, so they lucked out there. And night had fallen too, which was another bit of luck. They were still naked save for their trainers - that was less lucky - and they had miles to go.

The summer night was still warm and the shroud of darkness should have been a comfort but there was something about a gentle squall blowing across one's naked scrotum that was simply disconcerting. Iain's nipples were hard and both lads had felt their penises shrink from lack of attention.

Plan one (call for help) had failed. Plan two...

"Where was I?" Robbie asked Callum.

"You've just been fingered and the doctor Leonard has stopped pretending to be doing anything legitimate, abandoning you to the boys who went to your school." Callum paraphrased.

There had been a short intermission while Callum went to collect savoury snacks. Robbie wasn't sure the popcorn was really merited but whatever made him happy.

Callum had watched his mobile vibrate across the tabletop but `number unknown' was less interesting than Robbie's sordid story so he collected his snacks and returned to the story teller.

"Are you sitting comfortably?" Robbie asked, Callum crunched a crisp and nodded merrily, "Then I'll begin."

Robbie, Peter and Liam listened as the sounds of the others faded to nothing. Peter and Liam blocked Robbie's path to the door, but where would he go anyway? Naked and hard up and now dying to cum. He took this opportunity to notice the younger lads: their tanned legs and skinny waists and the bulges in their shorts.

Robbie decided to seize the day: carpe rectum, as they say.

Robbie slid his hands up Liam's upper arms and cupped the back of his shoulders, standing close he pressed is lips to Liam's and teased a tongue into his mouth. As he slid his hands down Liam's back, the caught the hem of his t-shirt and began to lift it.

The boy was muscled for a seventeen year old, but not yet old enough to have developed significant muscle mass. He looked good, great even, but Robbie knew the strength wasn't really there. Still looked great though, so Robbie wasn't one to complain. The t-shirt was discarded.

Robbie's lips parted from Liam's and the boy looked rather surprised. Robbie squatted to crotch level and pulled down his shorts. Liam lifted his feet to release them and Robbie's eyes rested on the bulge in the briefs.

Robbie did not touch it with his hands; instead he wet the material and sucked Liam's cock through the material. The blue briefs darkened to a deeper hue as it was saturated with saliva from the outside and pre-cum from the inside.

The barrier between Robbie's mouth and Liam's cock slid away as Peter pulled the briefs down from behind. Liam moaned as his cock entered Robbie's mouth and Peter played with his arsehole, never quite pushing his finger in but teasing the sphincter.

When Robbie's lips finally left the penis, he watched it bob in front of his face. He stood up and looked at Peter, who moved from his place behind his friend. The kissed, Robbie taking satisfaction from the surprise on Peter's face as he tasted his friend's cock on Robbie's lips.

Robbie turned to Liam, "Take your friends clothes off."

Robbie didn't wait for an answer, instead he stepped deeper into the room -- back towards the examination table -- and took a seat on the edge of the table to watch.

Liam stepped out of the briefs that were still pooled around his ankles then stepped towards Peter. Liam pulled his friend's t-shirt up - he took advantage as the extraction covered his face, licking Peter's nipple. Peter giggled with delight and returned the favour by tweaking Liam's nipple. Next Liam eased down his friends shorts and boxers in one go. The dropped to the floor with a satisfying soft thump.

Peter toed his trainers off and lifted his feet out. Liam took hold of Peter's cock and brought it to erection. Their dicks were both six and a half inches and circumcised. The boys stood close until their cocks touched and then side by side so Liam could stroke them both off at the same time.

Robbie enjoyed watching, it made him think of his own experimentation. He'd always known he liked boys instead of girls. When he was eleven or twelve he `figured it out' - before that Robbie wasn't anything, before that sexuality wasn't an issue. But he was always gay. All through puberty he knew he was gay. He wasn't even in his teens when he and a couple of neighbourhood boys got together -- stripping, touching, kissing -- all innocent enough. Robbie wasn't sure if any of those boys were gay and if they weren't, what did they think about those days of fooling around in a dark bedroom on a sunny summer's day?

Liam and Peter had a practiced comfort with one another, they had done this before.

"Do you boys want to be alone?" Robbie asked, stroking his dick back to full mast.

The lads watched Robbie's long strokes, his fist pausing as it nestled in his pubic hair before sliding back up the shaft.

"We noticed you were loosened up earlier, when you had our fingers inside you." Peter said, ignoring Robbie's question but tacitly answering it.

"I had a big boyfriend."

"How big?"

"Big, big."

The boys seemed dissatisfied.

"Six and a half inches..."

The boys scoffed.

"Around."

"Around?" said Peter.

"Fuck!" said Liam.

The boys looked at each other and then at each other's cocks, felt a little inadequate, then looked at each other again. Then the grinned.

"You ever had two cock's inside you?" Peter asked.

Always Peter, the leader of the gang, Robbie realised.

"No," Robbie replied but his arsehole quivered at the idea and his dick pulsed under his hand which as still but continued to grip thigh.

Peter stepped forward and put hands on Robbie's hips. Peter's hands couldn't access Robbie's anus while he perched on the edge of the examination table but Peter was content enough to caress the silky smooth skin of Robbie's pelvis, the blunt edge of the bone beneath his skin.

"Why don't you turn around?" Peter suggested, asked, implored.

Robbie was interested to see what it would feel like. He looked at the two younger boys, old enough to consent but was he too old? Was he taking advantage? Their naked bodies were ready for him and there was eagerness in their eyes. When he was seventeen, he'd have had sex with a nineteen year old too.

Peter stepped back as Robbie dismounted the table and then turned around. He could see the delight on the boy's faces. From the side of the room, near the camera (that darned red light was still on), they procured a condom each. They rolled them on easily enough and Robbie spread his legs a little wider as the stepped closer.

Robbie took a grip of the table with his hands and took small steps back with his feet, extending his body and pushing his bum out into the room. Bending farther over to ease access to his anus. Sachets of lubricating gel were found in a small pile from when they were `checking his prostate'. Squirted over their covered penises their hands slid and squelched over the rubber.

When Peter eventually stepped forward, he pushed in first.

Peter was average for his age, for any age really, but the first entry was wonderful and exploratory. To his credit, the boy pushed in gently to ease his arsehole open and to stretch the sphincter. Peter pumped his cock in and out several times, massaging Robbie's prostate and pushing against the internal walls of Robbie's anus.

Robbie breathed hard and sweat returned to his brow and chest and everywhere else as speed built almost as quickly as the sensations rippling through his body.

The sensations stopped while Peter pulled out completely and Liam took his place. Liam was gentle too -- his hands slid up Robbie's bare back and then down to his hips. Liam pulled Robbie towards him as he thrust in and out, in and out.

Robbie bit down but the usual words escaped: "fuck" "harder" "ohhh".

Robbie could feel Liam slow down, the younger lad pushed his cock deep one last time, all the way to the hilt so his pubic hair nestled against Robbie's sacrum. As he eased out, his cock remained just touching Robbie's arse hole. His sphincter was not dilated but it could feel the touch of the tip of Liam's dick.

And then it could feel the touch of the tip of Liam and Peter's cock's.

Both pushed together: slowly, steadily. Robbie had to grip the table harder and he bit down on his lip, nibbled his own bicep with his lips covering his teeth so he didn't leave marks. It was more painful than he had expected but then the pain gave way to something else.

Robbie could feel the two dicks inside him. Both at the same time, churning and pulsing, blood filled love muscles. The pulled in and out in unison, then changed pace -- either by concerted effort of by loss of co-ordination -- so one was pushing in as the other eased out.

Their dicks were magic makers for his anus. The sensations were strong: the euphoric ones outweighing the painful ones. And the boys felt it too: Robbie's anus masturbated them as much as the mutual friction between their cocks did. He could feel them building up to an explosion. When he could, Robbie squeezed his sphincter to tighten it on Peter and Liam's cocks.

They were breathing heavily now, grunting and sweating and ready to blow. They were trying hard to bring about climax and when it finally came, Robbie could feel it. Robbie could feel the erupting in his arse, the warmth of the cum even though the condoms. Robbie could feel the wet sludge of it as the cum filled their condoms and their pace slowed.

Liam and Peter's spent cock's went from hard to malleable -- not soft though. They pulled out and almost staggered back. Robbie knew how they felt -- he wasn't sure he'd be able to stand straight. He turned to look at them.

The boys were hot and flushed. Robbie could hardly believe what he'd just done with these boys who, when he was leaving school would only have been fifth year boys.

They all took a moment to catch their breath and to test their feet. Robbie learned he could still walk after a double penetration. He was starting to stroke his cock as the boys pulled on their underwear and shorts when Peter noticed what he was doing.

"Maybe you'd better not," he suggested. "What if doctor Leonard needs a sample?"

He spoke like he knew what he was talking about, in truth Robbie thought he could see amusement in denying him an orgasm.

"We'd better go." Liam said once he and Peter were fully dressed again.

Liam led the way back to the reception, which remained eerily quiet and heralded no surprises. Peter opened the door for them and let Robbie go first. Robbie peered out onto the landing and then up and down the stairwell to make sure there was no-one to catch him starkers. The light from the summer's afternoon continued to shaft into the building -- the noise of the street outside continued to remind Robbie just how close all of civilisation was to seeing his naked body.

It was his feet he felt the most: his bare feet on rough carpet, his bare feet on the cool had floor of the stairs leading back up to the second floor doctor's surgery. It was his long legs, their hairs prickling like Goosebumps or déjà vu. It was his balls and his cock that refused to go soft. It was his belly button and his treasure trail, his nipples and the pits of his arms that were moist with sweat and sex. It was the nape of his neck, damp with the day's exertion.

His whole body was on fire.

Fire. Fire alarm.

Robbie looked at Peter and Liam on the step below him but he could tell immediately they knew nothing about this. They were back outside the second floor surgery and the alarm was sounding everywhere in the doctor's surgeries and the stairwell between them.

Doctor Leonard was at the door as they arrived.

"We must get out of here boys," he said -- sounding worried, not knowing if the fire was real or not. "Mustn't treat this as a false alarm, c'mon."

He led them into the surgery but not down the hall to the left, where Robbie's clothes were -- down the passage to the right. On the floor below, this passage led to the examination room they had just left. On this floor: office, office, exam room, office. At the far end was a fire door.

Doctor Leonard pushed it open and a cold gust blew in. What is it with fire escapes and cold concrete.

"My clothes..." Robbie started to say but was cut off.

"Hurry, there might not be any time." Doctor Leonard said.

Robbie, Liam and Peter raced down the stairs with doctor Leonard at the rear. The fire escaped led down the side of the building, as they passed to ground floor Robbie worried bank staff or customers might join them but they didn't. They must have left, assuming the alarm was going off in their part of the building, via the front entrance.

Good.

Peter pushed open the door at the bottom and all four spilled out into the street -- Robbie was still completely naked and barefoot.

Plan two: a long journey into the night.

"Ok, what's the fastest route to the rugby club?" Iain asked.

"The fastest way?" Justin repeated, "Sure," he added facetiously: "Just go back to the main road, follow it straight down for a mile and half, take a left, past the park and across, turn right, across another main road... You wanna go first?"

"Don't be a dick."

"Sorry."

"What's the safest way?" Iain amended.

Justin tried to think, then looked back: along the side of the Symposium and past the pay phone and into the darkness of the shrubs and bushes.

"Ok. We want to avoid the roads as much as possible..." Justin thought out loud, "Through the bushes back there and across the flood-lit pitches, there's an old gap in the fence bordering the Club's grounds. Through the fence, through the woods, across a road then through the park." He paused, thinking, "We can cross straight over the next road but farther down there's a bit where the street lights are out. Across that road either way, and through the church grounds, they lead right onto the back of the rugby club."

"That sounds easy, c'mon short round." Iain replied.

"We'll need to watch out for schemie's hanging about the flood-lit pitches, and the park, and the rugby ground." Justin said, keeping good pace.

"What the heck is a schemie?"

"Oh you know -- they wear brand names, track suits, bling, drink buckfast on street corners."

"Yea, I'm a Weegie, we call them neds."

Exasperated, Justin replied: "Whatever they're called, we need to watch out for them."

"I thought this was a nice town?" Iain asked.

"It is." Justin replied defensively, "That's a good point actually; they might all be tucked in at home by now. What time is it?"

Iain looked at his wrist where there was no watch to find, "Its half past I haven't got a clue."

"Now who's being a dick."

They lads didn't encounter any schemies, neds or even dog walkers as they crossed the vacant flood-lit pitches. They ran hard to clear the lights as fast as possible; neither especially comfortable with having their pale naked bodies spotlighted, and neither taking time to strut or fret their time upon the stage.

Finding the gap in the fence was easy enough, squeezing though was a delicate process -- Iain and Justin did not really fancy having their ball sacks scratched open by rusty metal. Where the vicinity of the Symposium had been noisy, abutting a busy road as it did, quiet had been descending as they crossed the pitches. Now, in the woods, silence was replaced by a disquiet: birds and rustling leaves and little rabbits, red foxes running from the humans.

Soft grass and leaves and crumbling mud shifted beneath their feet. Branches scratch at their bodies and legs, seldom leaving marks however.

Iain followed Justin's lead as he followed close to the border woods. After a few minutes Iain sniggered and then chuckled -- when Justin noticed he turned fearing something was wrong.

"What?" he whispered.

"Nothing," Iain replied, but still smiling widely. "Your arse just looks so pretty in the moonlight."

Justin laughed too, "Stop thinking about my arse. Now is not the time."

Their gazes lingered, each contemplating sex outdoors but neither daring to be mental enough to actually suggest it. Justin's gaze did however wander across Iain's naked body, illuminated by the wan light that penetrated the flourishing trees. Dark shadows hid the substance of Iain's face and shrouded his penis -- but the knowledge of his nudity was enough.

"Keep going," Iain said, breaking Justin's reverie.

A few minutes later, the lads reached the edge of the woods, beyond was a wide clearing before the road. During the day boys would play football on this clearing and girls would watch, from time to time young couples would sneak off from their peers and fool around beneath the canopy of the trees. There would be no fooling around here tonight.

The lads crouched beneath the leafy firmament where the gloom protected their modesty and looked out through the opening, towards the road illuminated in amber streetlight, the waited and listened.

No cars passed, no pedestrians or dog walkers or midnight runners.

The only sounds were the sounds of the woods and the creatures that lived in it.

They couldn't wait forever. The heat of the summer's day was condensing and here in the woods, dampness sapped heat in direct contrast to the way the tarmac ahead of them had held onto it.

"We need to go."

"After you."

Justin led the way but Iain came right to his side so he wouldn't face... whatever it was there was to face alone. They ran across the wide clearing until they reached the edge where the world began again. On the pavement, the two lads stood and looked both ways before crossing.

The shadow of the woods loomed behind them now, on the opposite side of the road, was the public park - deserted at this time of night. They took the chance of staying to the paths, listening for any signs of life.

It was strange, but their nudity had made them alert to everything -- they sensed things not just with their eyes and ears but with their skin. They could feel the world around them. From ahead they felt someone coming, two someone's were coming. They darted behind a hedge and hid.

The boys that passed were big lads in rugby shorts and t-shirt.

"...have to be crazy to walk the path through the park."

"Maybe but this is the way I'd come if it was me. Just keep a look out."

Iain and Justin looked at one another -- so the rugby lads were keeping an eye open for them? To protect them, to follow their progress? Once they had passed, Iain and Justin edged back out onto the path.

"C'mon." Iain said.

They continued to follow the path to the other side of the park where the aging fixtures sat abandoned to the night. Not quite abandoned. Neither Iain nor Justin realised there was two boys hiding behind the climbing frame. Not hiding -- sitting, chatting, looking agape at two naked studs.

"We can explain."

The boys were just younger than Justin, Iain thought -- perhaps eighteen years old.

"Are you guys ok?" one of them asked.

"Did someone attack you or something?" the other enquired, concerned.

"Eh, no," Justin replied. "Nothing like that."

"A bet. A prank. A game. Eh, an initiation." Iain offered.

"Is this multiple choice?" the first boy asked.

"We'll just be on our way." Justin said.

The boys giggled and watched them run off. Looking back, Justin could see them kissing and holding hands.

"You think they're on their way home now to..."

"Probably. I would."

The held hands too until they reached the exit to the park. At Justin's suggestion they did not leave the park but followed the railings bordering the park until the streetlights grew dim and eventually faded to nothing. Three or four lamp posts were unilluminated, casting darkens on the road. The silhouette of a church loomed on the other side. Iain squeezed through the bars of the railings first and stood still on the road until Justin joined him.

Crossing over, they made short time of crossing the church yard. It seemed indecent to be naked on church grounds and Iain and Justin had sinned enough since they'd met that they were afraid they'd burst into flames just running past it.

Finally, as they rounded the church and reached the stone wall surrounding it. A hill rolled down towards the back of one of the spectating stadia but the boys could finally spy the rugby club.

It was illuminated from the inside and although it was still some distance away - they had the entire field to cross before getting to the club -- the end was in sight.

No, perhaps not the end. Visions of big boys in the showers spurned them on.

"I'm gonna cum in my pants." Said Callum.

Robbie laughed, "I may have exaggerated."

"Oh, am I going to be disappointed? Were you really wearing three layers and a cagoule by the time you got to the street?" Callum asked.

"No, I didn't lie that much." Robbie replied.

"Still naked then?"

"Yes."

"Cool."

"Just listen."

Peter pushed open the door at the bottom and all four spilled out into the street -- Robbie was still completely naked and barefoot.

The street, mercifully, was an alleyway behind the building. No-one else seemed to be evacuating this way. Robbie felt cold with humiliation despite the warmth of the sun in the cloudless blue sky. There was so much noise outside -- so close he could smell the coffee from coffee shop at the corner of the alley. Robbie was terrified of someone looking up the alleyway and seeing him bold as brass bare naked.

"I'm parked just up here. I'll go get my car." Liam said, running off up the alley -- away from the street in the other direction.

The end of the alley opened out into a small quadrant allowing enough room for vehicles to turn, for very few to park and for the loading and unloading of goods.

Oh god, Robbie could see the lad he had a crush on from the chip shop dumping waste into the recyclable bin. The lad was tall with curly brown hair, blue eyes and a soft voice. The lad didn't spot him, he turned and walked back across the quadrant -- disappearing from view, probably returning to the back entrance of the chip shop.

A car crawled towards them. Robbie looked at the others -- there was only himself, Peter and doctor Leonard. He was about to ask where the others were when Liam's car stopped and he was given the opportunity to finally get out of view. He jumped into the back seat of the car.

Peter stayed, had a few words with the doctor and then climbed in the front passenger seat.

"Doctor Leonard won't be coming with us," he said. "He told us to have fun though." Peter looked back at Robbie as he put on his seat belt. "Buckle up."

"Eh... can I have something to wear first?" Robbie asked, scared someone would look into the car and see his dick.

The car moved off towards the end of the alley.

"We don't have anything for you." Peter said matter-of-factly, not coldly though.

The car signalled left and Robbie's heard stopped. The road to the left led to the main road -- there was only two or three car lengths between the entrance to the alley and the traffic lights. If they went left they would travel the length of the main road, and pass the front entrance to the doctor's surgery on their way. To the right, Robbie's preferred option, the road widened out and reduced the risk of others seeing him.

Liam took the left out the alley just as the lights were changing to green, manoeuvring into the right hand lane and waiting for oncoming traffic to permit him to turn. Phew.

A lad jaywalking across the street passed and looked into the car, he burst out laughing and Robbie blushed all over before covering his dick with his hands. Oncoming traffic cleared and they finally turned right. The road opened up and they passed through the next set of traffic lights unhindered.

Now Robbie was wondering, as they rushed farther and farther from his clothes, where they were going. So he asked.

"We're taking you back to high school."

They were a few miles away now, on less public and less congested roads. Still, winding through residential areas when you're totally naked is very unsettling.

"Liam, has anyone ever told you, you dive like an old man?" Peter asked as they slowly rounded a mini-roundabout close to the high school.

"I'm being careful. I only passed my test two weeks ago." Liam replied.

"Two weeks?!" exploded Robbie, suddenly concerned for his safety in the hand of an amateur.

"Would you rather walk?" Liam replied huffily.

Robbie suddenly thought the lad wasn't doing a bad job, "No, no. You're doing great."

"I especially like the way you reduce speed to five miles an hour for the roundabouts and the speed bumps and the pigeons." Peter teased.

"Yea, the pigeons -- you know they can fly, right?" Robbie chipped in unhelpfully.

"Put your hand up if you're a qualified driver?" Liam asked.

Peter said nothing while Robbie settled back into his seat.

"Shut it, then." Liam answered his own question, satisfied his point was made.

Robbie scratched himself, acutely aware of the way the seatbelt was tightened across his abdomen -- his pubes a tiny explosion of wiry hair just below it. His nipples were like buttons against the strap across his chest.

The car was finally approaching the school. Robbie could see it up ahead on the right hand side of the road. On the opposite side was a row of fences and hedges the marked the back of the properties on the parallel street. Robbie looked up at the back of the houses which overlooked the school -- he remembered a friend who used to live in one of those houses. And still managed to be late to class.

"Stop here." Peter said.

The car stopped opposite the main school gate. Grass and concrete dominated the school grounds beyond the gate; the school itself still looming in the distance.

"This is your exit, mate." Peter said.

"What?"

"Get out."

"What?"

"Your taxi ride is over. We're going to go park and you're going to run in there. We'll meet you at the P.E. building." Peter said.

"Surely you can't be serious." Robbie replied.

"I am serious. And don't call me Shirley," Peter retorted. "Everyone will be inside eating dinner just now, but you should hurry while the all's clear."

The coast was clear, but that wasn't the point. A dog walker or kids out playing or a family driving home could come at any moment. Farther up the road, front gardens faced the school -- Robbie was therefore grateful Liam had stopped here.

"Hold on." Peter said, sighing.

He pulled off his trainers and passed them back to Robbie. Robbie was grateful he at least would not be barefoot -- he could run now.

"What if someone sees?" Robbie asked, unbuckling his seat belt and pulling on the trainers.

Peter shrugged, caught up in checking out Robbie's cock and balls.

Robbie thoroughly checked to makes sure there was no-one around, nearby or in the distance, before opening the car door. He crouched as he closed the car door softly and ran across the road towards the school gate.

He didn't dare look back at Liam and Peter, or the houses that overlooked the school.

The gate was open; he raced through and heard the car pull away. He had to hope the boys would not abandon him here like this. The thrill Robbie felt was equal to the humiliation of being out in the open, totally naked and vulnerable.

He ran as fast as he could across the schools courtyard -- hopping onto the grass, feeling his muscles stretch. He could see into the class rooms from here. In Robbie's mind's eye he imagined what it would have been like to be seen by pupils sitting in those rooms -- so many eyes watching his naked body. Robbie's dick throbbed, inclining slightly as it engorged. He chastised himself for starting to get hard at a time like this.

He was still at the front of the school, far from the main entrance, the classrooms on the corner belonged to the history department. All Robbie had to do was walk around the corner and following the side of the school until he reached the back corner, near the technical department. The gym was attached to the back of school and had its own entrance. An entrance kids had been forcing since Robbie's dad was at the school.

Robbie had forced his heart and nerve and sinew to work until there was nothing left to give; exhausted, he slowed to a walk as he jumped off the grass and back onto the concrete. Panting hard, he neared the front corner of the school and striding around it he walked into a small group of teenage boys.

They were all Peter and Liam's age. All three were shirtless and wearing shorts -- they showed off skinny bodies and low-slung shorts from which protruded skinny legs. Robbie came to a stop as he looked at them and felt his cock throb again.

They looked at him too; eyes suddenly registered his emergence then travelled down until they registered his penis. He tried not to look at their mid-thigh length shorts and tight waists, nor their smooth skin and messy hair. His penis continued to betray him.

Robbie feared laughter of derision. He feared disgrace too, to a slightly lesser degree. The laugh of disbelief and astonishment was a pleasant surprise.

The first one to recover grew serious, "Are you ok? I mean, you weren't... attacked or anything, were you?"

Robbie was grateful for the naive concern -- the lad thought he'd been stripped or assaulted or raped.

"No. Nothing like that," he replied but wished he hadn't. "Eh, kind of a long story. I'll just be going."

Robbie made the mistake of stepping towards them, his semi-hard cock leading the march by five inches. He past close enough to the three of them that he could smell the hastily extinguished cigarettes on their breath. His shoulder glanced one of the boy's chests. He felt the others close in around him. Their skin close to his, close enough for his forearm to feel the treasure trail on one, his bicep to brush the scarce chest hair of another.

He was trapped as they formed a ring around him. His cock went fully hard.

"There's no hurry," one said.

Robbie had sensed the minds of lads before -- lads ho wanted to date him, or fuck him, or beat him up. He sensed their minds now -- they weren't gay, he was pretty sure. `Boys will be boys' was the phrase that came to mind. They stopped him because he was trying to hurry off, they stopped him to humiliate him, they stopped him because they could.

One of the boys reached forward and weighed Robbie's cock in his hand, his thumb coming down to caress the head of Robbie's penis.

"Looks like you've got a story to tell." The bold boy said, "Tell us then we'll let you go."

Robbie was disinclined to tell them the whole truth. He told them part of the truth.

"I lost a bet."

He told them a lie.

"Well I'd say that was some bet," the lad replied. "You seem to be enjoying the forfeit."

"Not really. Can I go?"

"Not really."

The others laughed.

"How old are you?" they asked Robbie.

"Nineteen. How old are you."

"Seventeen."

The bold boy looked in his eyes -- he was a pretty young man. Robbie longed to kiss him, or check out the contents of his shorts but he had the wrong audience for that sort of thing. Straight boys will touch your cock to humiliate you but touch theirs and they'll make you bleed.

"Give yourself a little wank."

Robbie complied, stroking his cock with long pulls. He imagined kissing these lads, touching them. They looked like school leavers -- guys who'd just finished sixth year and couldn't let go of hanging out at school.

School. Robbie reminded himself where he was -- outside, early evening, school grounds, residential area. He needed to go.

The boys were done with him anyway. The bold boy swatted his arse as they all parted to let him pass. His cock still hard and remaining so at the thought of the boys watching his arse as it eventually disappeared around the corner. He got to the gym door and found it locked.

Robbie waited.

A few minutes later he was joined by Liam and Peter, who seemed to be in no hurry to come to his rescue. He briefly wondered if he should tell the lads about the boys he saw. He decided not. He briefly wondered if he should be angry at them -- making him do that: expose himself and then making him wait and sauntering as if there was no hurry. He decided not.

As Peter jimmied the lock to admit their entrance to them gymnasium, Robbie asked the obvious question: "What are we doing here? What are you going to do to me?"

"Ask not what we will do to you..." Peter replied.

Peter pulled on Robbie's cock and tugged him into the gym. He knew what they wanted now, they wanted him to fuck them in their school.

The club that had squatted in the distance five minutes ago now loomed over them -- heavy with the weight of the dozen rugby boys inside. Iain and Justin had talked about it as they crossed the field; both seemed quite comfortable with getting sore arse holes from the team inside the club house. Both thought Benjamin had a cock big enough to fuck them both at the same time.

At the door to the club house they hesitated.

"Should be knock?" Justin asked.

Iain exaggeratedly looked himself and then Justin up and down, "Well sure, we wouldn't want to be rude. Though I don't think we'll meet the dress code."

"That's ok, I'm sure we meet the undress code." Justin retorted.

Iain smiled, ignored the idea of knocking -- turning the handle and pushing the door open. Inside was warm enough to make Iain and Justin realise just how cool it was outside. Iain glanced at the cock -- it was after eleven p.m. now yet there was still a drone of activity from the rugby boys.

Iain led Justin into the club house; a small foyer led into a bar straight ahead, a common room on the left and an office come reception on the right. Just past the office, a corridor on the right led down towards the locker room and its paraphernalia.

The bar and its adjacent common room were relatively quiet, with the doors closed Justin and Iain could not be sure anyone was inside and they chose not to investigate. They followed the hum of male voices to the corridor, which was narrow with a variety of closed doors on each side: toilets, offices, store rooms. Near the bottom of the corridor a door on the left was ajar, it led back outside.

The lads forged ahead. The door directly at the end of the corridor was the source of the activity that they'd heard from the front door. The locker room -- even from out here Iain and Justin could feel the curl of steam from the showers and the thick clawing aroma of deodorant.

"After you," Justin whispered, patting Iain's bum.

Iain reciprocated by petting Justin's dick, "Thanks." He replied.

Iain pushed open the door and the lads inside realised they had arrived and cheered boisterously.

"Welcome," Gary said. He was smiling and swaggered towards them wearing a white towel.

"Hey, guys," Benjamin added. "You made good time." He seemed impressed.

"Yea well, we didn't like to dawdle." Justin replied.

"You never know when you might meet a group of unsavoury people who would take advantage of you." Iain said, a little bitchily.

Gary, Benjamin and the others didn't seem offended.

Gary replied, "We wouldn't dream of doing that." He meant it.

"Why don't you guys get a shower? Some heavy petting and dry humping while you're at it - if you like." Benjamin chipped in.

Iain and Justin kicked off their trainers. A shower really did seem like a good idea: to wash away the sweat and mud of the game they'd played before boarding the coach -- so long ago. Iain and Justin wondered what exotic smells their bodies had picked up on their journey to the end of the night.

Iain and Justin registered the attention they were drawing from the team. Not everyone from the coach was still here, only a dozen lads plus or minus a few. The smiled and smirked at them. Most made no attempt to avert their gaze from Iain and Justin's dicks.

Iain mused on this as he headed for the shower. These lads were used to locker rooms, a naked cock was nothing new to them so why the attention to himself and Justin. The novelty perhaps, the knowledge of where they'd been and of how they had trekked miles in the buff to get here.

None of the attention was hostile thankfully; it seemed clear to Iain that several of the players were gay, bisexual or sexually versatile. The others must be used to things getting a little bit gay sometimes.

"A little bit gay sometimes." Iain said aloud, trying the phrase out. It made him laugh.

Only Justin heard him, he looked puzzled at him but smiled as he inferred the gist of his meaning. Then, after a moment's thought Justin chuckled to.

"Just a little bit? Have you met us?" Justin asked.

Iain thought about this, "Hm, what's the opposite of hyperbole?"

Justin shrugged.

They stepped into the shower adjoining of the locker room and turned on the water. The wet room floor was still wet from when the team had used it. The water turning hot quickly, having recently been used. The hot water was luxurious, the steam curled around them and misted their vision. It took time for the mist to settle as the shower room thermally regulated.

"Why don't you wash his back?" Gary shouted from the one end of the room.

Mounted on the wall beneath the shower heads were soaps of the liquid and block variety.

"Don't drop the soap." Benjamin shouted from the other side, his deep voice seemed to reverberate around them.

Justin turned to face Benjamin as Iain lifted a block of soap and rubbed it over his smooth bare back. Justin's skin glistened as if oiled -- he soaped his own hand before rubbing his penis. He was feeling very horney now: he'd spent hours around hunky guys, he'd been naked for ages, he'd had a massive cock in his mouth. Justin was ready for something with someone.

Iain helped Justin to wash all over: mud had clung his knees and legs, the odd streak on his arm -- this was why sportsmen should shower after a game, it was caked on now. The hot water loosened it until it sluiced away. Iain paid particular attention to Justin's arse, which they both enjoyed.

Justin eventually turned to return the favour. Now, face to face, hands groped at balls until their cocks came alive. It felt good to get hard now -- they could feel their balls churn, ready for a larger deposit at the end.

"Give each other a wank." Benjamin suggested.

"And a nice kiss." Gary added.

Awww's both mocking and sincere followed as they kissed. Iain felt something as their lips met that he hadn't felt for Justin before. Perhaps it was the time they had spent in each other's company, the camaraderie, their kinship and their mutual initiation to exploring their sexuality. Iain felt not unlike how he'd felt around Callum for all those months. The way circumstances had drawn them together and together had forged something new.

A gasp and a moan escaped Iain when his lips finally left Justin's.

"You ok?" Justin whispered, worried.

"I'm fine," Iain replied, not quite believing himself. "I feel..."

He didn't finish his sentence as a pause became an end to the train of thought. Justin didn't say anything but Iain knew the younger man had understood. How quickly the feeling had rushed Iain and how quickly the bitterness of disappointment, that Justin had not appeared to reciprocate, also came.

Then Justin kissed him again, more slowly and softly, with his eyes open and testing his own feelings. Justin however did not wear them on his sleeve for daws to peck at. Instead, Justin poked his hard cock into Iain's and gripped them both together -- stroking both with slippery hands.

Benjamin's voice was closer now, "Maybe you should get on your knees and help him out?"

Whom Benjamin was addressing was unclear, he didn't seem to mind who sucked who, so Iain sank to his knees and took Justin's cock in his mouth. Justin moaned and tossed his head back as Benjamin, half a foot taller than either of them, loomed over him and brought his lips to Justin's.

As Justin brought his face forward again, Benjamin followed, his lips glued to Justin who could feel something growing along his thigh. Justin looked down to see Benjamin's penis, not quite hard and already seven inches long.

Iain kept sucking and licking Justin's cock but reached up to stroke the big black cock beside him.

"Y'know no-one will make you do anything you don't want to do?" Gary asked.

His voice was low against the persistent drizzle of the shower which continued to flow.

Justin answered for them both, "Fuck man, as long as we get to come soon, we're cool here."

Iain stopped sucking and rose to his full height, "The man's a poet." He said sarcastically.

Iain caught Gary's eye and knew what he wanted to do next.

Benjamin sat on a bench in to locker room and accepted a condom from one of the other lads in the team. The others all seemed content to spectate, which was fine with Iain and Justin. Gary was also given a condom, erasing any doubt that Iain and Justin would be on bottom in this scenario.

Benjamin's eight and a half inches rose proudly from his groin, waiting to be mounted, and Benjamin stroked it before running his big hands across his equally big thighs. Spreading his legs he invited Justin to take him on. Justin wasn't sure he could, he'd already had it in his mouth, but he wasn't one to shy away from a challenge.

As Justin waved his own dick in Benjamin's face, the black man leaned forward and kissed Justin's penis. His tongue lolled as he licked the underside of the shaft then he put hands on Justin's hips and pulled him forward. Justin spun on the spot and prepared himself for entry.

One of the rugby lads, a cute ginger lad, grinned and came towards him: "Don't be a hero, man." He said as he handed Justin a tube of lube.

Justin doused his hands and rubbed his fingers into his arse, twisting he also squeezed a generous quantity onto Benjamin's cock.

Iain was into kissing Gary now. Gary's lips tasted sweet and salty -- probably from the pre-cum Iain had transferred from Justin's cock to Gary's lips. Gary alternately stroked his own penis and then pulled on Iain's. It felt good to have a hand wrapped around his cock.

Justin slowly lowered himself onto Benjamin's cock. Benjamin grunted and Justin suppressed a pained moan. The pain passed once it was six inches deep. With his eyes closed it came as a pleasant surprise to feel a mouth over his cock. Iain was bent over; his hands flat the bench that Benjamin sat on. Iain's upper body resembled a press up as his mouth bounced up and down on Justin's dick. Gary was behind Iain, pressing his penis into Iain's arse slowly until the whole thing was buried.

All four guys felt wonderful sensations pulsing through their prostates, their penis's -- their nipples as Benjamin gave Justin's a tweak by reaching around. Justin could hardly take it, he was excited and horney and ready to explode. It hadn't taken long. Justin continued to lower himself down and up on Benjamin's massive erection just as Iain's mouth continued to rise and fall on Justin's leaky dick.

When Justin came, he let out a whimpered gasp, exhaustion hitting him so fully that he felt himself impaled on Benjamin's penis more than ever before. Benjamin felt Justin's energy wane and put his hands on Justin's sides to support him. Benjamin's dark hands seemed gigantic against Justin's pale slim body. He virtually lifted Justin off his cock.

Benjamin of course had not cum yet. Silently Gary eased out and pulled off his condom. Lying down on the bench, Iain was beckoned to kneel on the bench on all fours and suck Gary's cock. Gary put his hands behind his head as Iain got started. Iain was dimly aware of Benjamin kissing Justin and settling him down on another bench before returning.

Benjamin pressed the tip of his cock against Iain's arse, easily accessible in his doggy position, and pushed slowly. Iain stopped sucking for fear of biting as his anus felt bitten with the pressure now against it. After a moment, that sensation faded and was replaced with sexual satisfaction. He returned to sucking Gary's cock as Benjamin fucked him from behind.

Benjamin's cock was only half an inch or so bigger than Callum's, but to Iain it felt like the world of difference. Iain thought about Callum now, time was they would have shared this experience together. Time was that Iain and Callum were the debased duo -- he missed Callum. Then Benjamin's cock hit the sweet spot and Gary's penis exploded unexpectedly in his mouth.

Even as Gary came, Justin's face unexpectedly pressed into the space between the bench and Iain's tummy. Leaning in as Iain remained on all fours, Justin got to work on rewarding Iain. Benjamin continued to fuck Iain from behind, his long steady strokes ending in jabs deep in Iain's arse. Benjamin had been holding Iain's hips as he pressed in and out but let go, putting his hands behind his head as he pushed in several more times then letting out a low roar.

Iain felt the hot cum against the cavern of his arse, even though it was contained in the condom. Benjamin pulled out with a satisfyingly breathless effort and supported Iain to sit up on his haunches, still on the bench, while Justin finished him off.

Iain wasn't sure he could cum now -- he was so exhausted and spent but then he noticed the rugby team. The team that had watched them stripped on the coach, ejected them naked from it, had them travel through the night in the buff -- they were all stroking off to their sight of his sex.

Iain came quickly after that and Justin obligingly drank his spunk, though he had always known Justin preferred to spit than swallow - when he could. Iain knew what would happen next, as Justin collapsed beside him and they both sat properly on the bench, side by side, they both knew what was coming.

The whole team stood around them beating their cocks and coming closer. It was a nice sight -- a dozen boys, naked, hard cocks, looming towards them. When they came it was hardly synchronised but it was in quick succession. Cum splattered their legs and chests -- few had saved a load long enough to blast higher than their torso's, but that was ok.

They were drenched in cum, sticky and hot and dribbling everywhere. Go team!

The rugby lads broke up quickly after that. It must have been nearly midnight by now and time for activities to end.

Iain and Justin joined Gary and Benjamin for another shower and when they were finished it was a pleasant surprise that they were given a full set of clothes to wear. Their phones and key and other personal belongings abandoned when their adventure began were all safely in their bags.

"So, do we get a bus home or..." Iain joked with Gary as they headed for the exit.

The whole club was dark now, Benjamin was holding `the big bunch' -- a large set of keys for locking up the club house.

"I wouldn't recommend a bus," Gary replied. "You never know what might happen."

Justin laughed at that, "We'll turn our phones off before hopping on."

"No need -- you guys have a chauffeur." Gary pointed to a car waiting in the drive outside.

Benjamin locked up but called over to them, "Great seeing you boys. Come visit any time."

"Maybe we will." Justin replied with a grin and a wink to the two rugby lads.

But, as Iain and Justin crossed to the car Iain saw Justin's face -- he had no intention of seeing them again.

"You ok?" Iain whispered.

"Yea." Justin replied.

Lie.

"Are you ok?" he asked Iain.

"Yea."

Lie.

Neither was sure why they lied, no how they could tell the other had. By way of support or perhaps penitence, they held hands as they approached the car.

"Gentlemen." Said a voice from inside.

Iain recognised Mr Douglas's voice at once.

"Evening guys." Finn added, "Let's get you home, shall we?"

Justin hopped in first, followed by Iain.

"We were through on business." Mr Douglas said by way of explaining his presence so far from Glasgow and so late at night too.

"Business? Did it involve a lot of texting earlier?" Justin asked in his inimitable fashion.

"A little perhaps, yes." He replied.

Finn pulled out of the grounds and started towards a luxurious hotel Mr Douglas had set them up in for the night. Justin had explained he lived in the city but Mr Douglas was very persuasive and Justin was too tired to argue -- besides, posh hotel, free bar? God knows they needed a drink.

"That's settled then," Mr Douglas said. Turning to Finn he added, "Home James, and don't spare the horses."

"Liam slouched in after us," said Robbie -- watching Callum's rapt expression. "The door Peter had opened led into the store room for the gymnasium -- vaulting horse, hockey sticks, balls... footballs." Robbie clarified.

"I knew what you meant."

"Just checking."

"You're still naked; none of you have cum yet? I'm bursting to hear how this ends." Callum admitted.

"Well don't burst yet, you'll make a mess." Robbie admonished playfully.

Peter led the way, pulling Robbie with him. The passed through the gloom of the storeroom and into the gym proper. Liam had a backpack slung over his shoulder which he slung over his shoulder and into the corner of the gym as he entered."

The backpack thudded softly on the hardwood floors. The gym was a large arena of open space, lines parked out a basketball or hockey field and climbing bars lined the two longest sides of the gym. Climbing ropes were stowed away amongst the higher bars of the frame.

The boys walked through the gym and gazed around the enormous space. On the wall diagonally opposite corner from where they'd entered was the entrance to the boy's locker room and at a right angle to that was the door to the girl's gym. When Robbie had been at this school a boy called Albert had been humiliated by being pushed out of the boy's locker room in his pants and into the girl's gym. It was a short walk but Robbie always knew it hadn't been short for Albert that day.

"Why here?" Robbie asked. His penis was still quite hard but Peter had let it go as he moved around the gym.

Peter turned back to him, "Why here, what?" he asked.

"I mean... it's pretty obvious why I'm here." Robbie said, giving his penis a little encouragement, "But why here?"

Peter smiled at him, "You think maybe I should have taken you home? I live with my parents and have two sisters."

"And I live with my mum, two brothers and a sister. Also, I share a room." Liam said.

"So this is where when you guys want to be alone?" Robbie asked, intuiting their relationship.

Liam blushed and Peter raised an eyebrow. Liam was more interested in Peter than Peter was in Liam? Or perhaps Peter had never really thought about it.

"This is where we come when we want to wank, blow each other or for a bit off ass-play. Does that answer your question?" Peter asked.

"Yea."

"Cool. Well, while we're on the topic of ass-play..."

Robbie enjoyed watching the boys strip naked, revealing themselves to be handsome beneath their shorts and t-shirts and also eminently prepared for the coming experience. Peter was fully hard by the time he dropped his shorts to his ankles while Liam, a little more timid, was half-hard and growing.

Without being prompted, Robbie dropped to his knees and took Peter's cock in his mouth. Robbie's hands cupped the back of Peter's ankles and then slid up the boy's slim calves and taught thighs. Robbie slid them up and down, then up to graze Peter's bottom. Robbie's hands gripped Peter's bum and squeezed.

Robbie's mouth was stretched by the surprisingly big penis now occupying it. Peter's hands lay on Robbie's head, holding it in place so Robbie could not pull all the way out -- not that he would have. After a minute, a second cock appeared in the periphery of Robbie's vision.

Robbie's head was released and he slipped Peter's penis out of his mouth before turning to Liam and sticking out his tongue. His tongue lapped and licked at Liam's hard-on -- Liam gripped his own dick and tapped it on Robbie's lolled tongue, then Robbie finally took it in his mouth. Liam tossed his head back and thrust his hips. Peter was quite content to stroke his own dick and watch until Liam's cock was lubricated with saliva.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Peter asked.

Not waiting for an answer, Peter squatted next to Robbie and took Robbie's dick in his hand. It was already hard.

"I can see you are," Peter continued. "We came earlier and are ready for another go, you must be bursting?" he asked.

Liam took his dick out of Robbie's mouth.

"Well? Are you bursting to cum?" Peter asked.

Robbie nodded -- unable to find his voice.

"Good. Cum in me."

Robbie accepted the condom and rolled it on. He wasn't sure what the boys were going to do, but knew to follow their lead. Liam lay on his back on an exercise mat he'd dragged from the storeroom. Then Peter got on all fours near Liam's head and began crawling forward, for a moment the boy's faces met, upside down, and they kissed.

As Peter continued to crawl, he kissed Liam's body all the way down, he nuzzled his nose in Liam's pubes and then licked his cock. Liam's dick was long and hard, pointing up to his navel. Peter continued to kiss and lick Liam's bellybutton, penis and balls.

In this position, Peter's cock and balls hovered in front of Liam's face. With Liam on his back and Peter over him, they were going to sixty-nine.

Peter's arse was stuck up for Robbie to enter if he bent his legs and he could rest his hands on Peter's back if his legs got tired. He pressed the tip of his cock against Peter's hole and pushed in. It was lubricated with sweat and, Robbie suspected with the ease of entry, stretched effortlessly to take his cock.

Robbie felt Peter tense as he first pushed in but then relaxed into a joyous rhythm -- with Robbie fucking his arse while he and Liam sucked each other's cocks. Robbie thought about how they had cum together just a few hours ago -- while both had been inside him. The memory made Robbie harder and caused him to plunge his penis deeper into Peter. Robbie gazed at Peter's smooth, arched back and could see Liam's legs punned beneath Peter -- they were bent for improved access and Robbie realised one of Peter's hands had slipped under Liam's thighs. Peter was playing with Liam's arse, his fingers pressing and teasing.

Liam's hands had slipped up to rest on Peter's abdomen, stroking Peter's slim smooth stomach. Peter's body dropped occasionally, so his body rubbed and rested on Liam's -- rubbing and pressing against each other intimately.

Robbie could feel it coming now -- he was ready to cum when Liam came, he could tell from the way Peter's breaching changed and from the slurping slobbering noises. Peter returned the favour, with Liam equally trying to catch the cum in his mouth, but some dribbled out. Robbie relaxed and pushed forward one more time, cumming with a grunt and groan as his balls emptied.

The three lads all remained like that for a minute while Robbie gave a few last thrusts. His cock was spent, but it remained hard in the way only a sex-charged penis can.

Slowly, the boys collapsed. Robbie pulled out and the spent condom was slid onto the floor. Peter hoisted himself up and turned until he was knelt beside Liam, then he lay beside him on the exercise mat and they cuddled. It was rather sweet.

Callum just looked at Robbie as the story finished. Robbie just smiled back.

"That was a really good story." Callum admitted.

"I'm glad you liked it." Robbie replied.

"Was that the last time you did that?" Callum wondered.

"NO, I've had a few boyfriends since." Robbie retorted.

"Very funny. I meant with them?" Callum asked.

"Yea, it was. By then I was heading to uni and I knew I wanted to be a teacher." Robbie replied.

"I see your point," Callum admitted. "It wouldn't do to be seen with school boys."

"Yea. But they had just finished sixth year -- they did what I did and went travelling. Four years later I was finishing my studies, getting ready to start teach training." Robbie paused before adding "I'm not nineteen anymore and teenagers didn't really do it for me."

"Do I do it for you?" Callum asked.

"Yes."

"But we still haven't had sex... you don't seem interested..."

"I am interested. I just want to wait and be sure we're both looking for the same thing. I don't want a fling." Robbie said, the conversation turning serious.

"Neither do I." Callum admitted.

The smiled in contented silence, both on the same page at last.

"One more thing," Callum asked. "I asked for a story form your past..."

"Yea?"

"A story about sex and indecency -- something juicy..."

"Yea?"

"Was it a true story?" Callum asked.

Robbie smiled ambiguously, "Maybe," he replied, "What do you think?"