The Symposium

The Symposium Chapter 06: A Class Of Their Own

This story is a work of fiction. Resemblances to real persons, places or events would be extremely surprising.

A cool October morning with a late sunrise reminded Callum and Iain that summer was over and autumn had begun to bite; it was dark as they left for the Symposium Athletics Club. It had rained overnight and the streets were damp and glossy beneath the streetlights.

Callum had been instructed to attend and improbably early seminar with Dr Ledger, who was tired following a night shift but professional and detailed as he talked about stratified rehabilitation for motor recovery following stroke. He also spoke about timing carbohydrate intake and improving cardio-respiratory endurance.

When arranging the session, Mr Douglas had stated his enthusiasm at broadening the knowledge base of Symposium's staff to better meet the needs of their clients. Callum was impressed that the Doctor was able to speak so well at such an early hour having been awake all night and equally impressed that he was able to listen. Callum was not alone, Simon was also listening attentively. Callum had not seen much of the quiet physio since his first interview because Simon had been redeployed to another Symposium outside Edinburgh.

Callum sat next to Paul who spoke animatedly about his own learning – he currently a part-time student and hoped to apply for a Psychology degree next year.

The last attendee was Raymond, who Callum had first met manning the reception but later discovered had been, and still was, a personal trainer at the gym – until he had been in a car accident and broke his back. It had been a long and slow recovery with many days during which Ray had had to push himself as much or more than he pushed the Symposiums members attending his sessions. Ray was wheelchair bound but cautiously optimistic he might one day walk like bambi taking her first steps.

It was after 9am by the time Dr Ledger finished, the other 3 men departed to enjoy their day off and Callum remained to offer the doctor a helping hand getting packed up.

"Thank you, Callum." He said. The handsome gentleman looked wearied. "I'm getting too old for this." He admitted, half fun but wholly earnest. "I don't usually work nights any more. I've been doing locum work for the first time in five years... I rather feel I'd like to settle back down to something less... well, just less."

"Hard work isn't easy, eh?" Callum replied.

"Enjoy the rest of your day." He said. "I'm sure it will be... memorable."

What was that supposed to mean?

Five minutes later and Callum was stripping off in the locker room and about to get on his usual uniform. Then Finn walked in.

"Callum. Good. How was your training this morning?" Finn asked.

"Excellent. I took notes." Callum replied, earnestly and enthusiastically.

Finn took an exaggerated look at Callum's dark blue shorts and polo shirt. "We're trying a different uniform with you today." Finn said, having put his hand on Callum's knee where the shorts and shirt were held in Callum's resting hand.

"Another new uniform?" Callum asked. "Just last month you had me and Iain try a new uniform... what, skin tight doesn't do it for you anymore?" Callum said cheekily.

Finn stretched his legs, brushing his knee against Callum's, who felt the electric buzz that one feels when a total fucking stud makes subtle advances on you. Callum looked at Finn's muscled calves and thighs, which were contained within navy coloured shorts that came to his mid-thigh.

Callum imagined Finn in tiny running shorts, the sort Callum himself preferred to wear when going for a run – the sort he had worn to his interview (or was it away from his interview?) a few months ago.

Finn reached for Callum's clothes and took them away. Unnecessary – Callum was always game for pushing the boundaries and playing along.

"Your new uniform is at reception." Finn said.

Callum's heart raced. He was naked except for his trainers.

"Why don't you pop out and get them?"

Callum would not allow his nervousness to control him. He stood and walked with as much confidence as he could muster. Of course Callum had watched Iain naked in reception not that long ago – Iain had even ventured outside but that had been a choice, a way of complying with Finn and pushing him back.

This felt different. He had never been exposed like this. Callum realised too late he probably shouldn't have thought about Iain naked and walking through reception, he felt his cock lengthen by a few centimetres. Just enough to not be soft.

The open plan concourse beyond the locker room was bright and busy with activity. What seemed like a mile ahead Callum could see someone sitting in the desk enclosure of the reception and beyond that the equally expansive foyer and beyond that a weak-lighted October sun flooded in from the day outside.

Callum was half way to the desk before anyone saw him. Men in the coffee bar area and entering via the main entrance caught sight of the tall naked man in their midst's. The naked man with a toned body, smooth, beautiful skin, perfect pectorals and subtle hair around his chest, navel and groin. There wasn't a camera phone in the world that could resist!

Callum reached the reception desk and made his way around to the front so he could see who was on duty. Tony Rogers! Callum suppressed a groan.

Tony was pretty but a bit thick – at 21 he was the same age as Callum but still had the kind of puppy fat you usually saw on adolescents. With little effort it could be converted to muscle but Tony wasn't a little effort type. Tony was a just enough effort – his build and physic were the fit side of average.

But Tony was slow – Tony had two speeds; slow and standing still. Callum didn't need slow – he was naked in the reception with his bear arse facing the main entrance and his crotch hidden only by the fact the desk was in front of him. Side view was still a gorgeous profile shot featuring balls and cock!

"Wow." Tony said in a drawl he hadn't lost since his parents moved from America 7 years ago. "Did you forget something?" he asked.

"Finn says you have new uniforms here?" Callum said, praying that was actually true.

Callum knew some stock and deliveries were kept behind the desk; parts or tools for repairing exercise equipment, copies of Health and Fitness UK, lost property...

"Alright. Let me have a look." Tony started looking; Callum would give him a minute, it would require reading the boxes and maybe getting off the chair.

"Holy fuck!" said a voice behind Callum.

Without thinking Callum turned, giving a full frontal view to six cute boys in school uniforms.

Callum's hands cupped his groin. The boys stared and couldn't move. In matching black trousers, white shirts, blazers and ties; the boys were very beautiful. Callum chastised himself for that thought – they were probably four years his junior.

The thought was insidious. He felt his penis grow another few centimetres, pushing into the palms of his hands.

Callum could hear stupid "Umm's" and "Ehh's" and "Nope, not that one." From behind the reception desk.

"Callum!" A voice called from his right.

Callum turned to see Mr Douglas exit the glass lift.

"What pray tell, what are you doing?" Mr Douglas asked.

"Finn sent me out for my new uniform?" Callum replied, raising his voice and looking over the reception desk at Tony.

"Still looking."

Idiot!

"Well, you can't hang about here like that all day." Mr Douglas said. Chastising? Mocking? "Why don't you take the boys to training room five? Nice and roomy for y'all."

Tony looked up at the use of the work y'all, Mr Douglas's concession to the American. Shouldn't Tony still be looking?

"I don't have... erm... anything to wear yet." Callum said, trying not to sound too pathetic.

"Oh, not to worry. We'll find you something." Mr Douglas smiled indulgently.

The group of boys had drawn closer now – ready to follow, and to stare at Callum's naked bum as he led the way.

"Off you pop, boys." Mr Douglas beamed.

Callum led the way to the door beside the glass lift that Mr Douglas had just come down in. He opened it with one hand realised how stupid he must look – naked in the foyer/ concourse, holding the door open with one hand and holding his modesty in the other.

Callum let go of his penis and let it back into view. The boys brushed past him as they entered the training corridor. Once the half dozen lads were through, they turned to wait for Callum, taking long looks at his nudity. Callum had to walk past all of them to take the lead again and guide them to their training room.

Room five was spacious and held weights, mats, exercise balls, resistance bands, skipping ropes, exercise bands and enough other paraphernalia to fill a gym. So to speak.

Callum felt very insecure standing naked amongst his juniors. Just outside he spied Paul and felt relief; surely Paul had arrived to give him his uniform. Paul had indeed arrived for this but did not enter when he realised what was happening.

The boys were getting undressed.

They'd missed the locker room so, without any disconcertion, they began to change in the training room. Blazers, shirts, shoes ties were soon scattered into 6 untidy piles. Socks and trousers followed.

Standing in their underwear, the six school lads could sense Callum's unease and see his half-mast penis continue to rise, with nowhere to hide and nothing to hide it with. Boxers, briefs (and a thong) hit the floor. They did not prolong their nudity but held it just long enough to cause 8 inches of penis to erect.

Callum felt a little dirty – watching the teens strip off; their soft skin and not-quite mature bodies teasing him. They were teasing him, he could tell. He caught sight of a few of their dicks but most turned away to obscure his view. One of the boys was much more confident – openly facing Callum as he pulled down his briefs and exposed his impressive almost flaccid cock, then pulling up a pair of shorts. The boy had a modest scattering of chest hair, probably more than Callum even, that spread towards his shoulders and down in a triangle that descended to his pleasure trail and erupted again in the tidy bush of hair above his cock. The boy pulled on a short sleeve t-shirt.

All the lads wore matching shorts and t-shirts, with a school logo embossed on the left breast.

Callum thought about the special hell he would go to for even thinking about thinking about the boys... They're all legal. They're still young. They're old enough. Still a bit young. They're kinda sexy. Pervert. Cute then. Still a perv. You're not helping!

Callum continued to feel awkward; again the only naked man in the room.

"So." Said the confident boy then, sounding legitimately contrite, continued; "How rude of us not to introduce ourselves. I'm Jason Ford." He stuck out a hand for Jason to shake, leaving Callum feeling even more exposed as the lad held his hand longer than necessary.

Jason was not the most imposing but was clearly charismatic and energetic and of the six lads, the most conventionally good looking too; with styled dark hair, testosterone-fuelled facial hair, good bone structure and abs that probably meant he never ate cream scones.

Working anti-clockwise around the group he introduced two taller boys who had similar military-short black hair, "Gregory and Eric." He said.

The next boy was the same height as Jason, about 5ft 10, but carried a rugby players build, "Alan Kent," he continued "And Barry Clark." Barry was the shortest in the group, with an unremarkable mop of brown hair but striking blue eyes and soft, round facial features.

He finished with the youngest in the group. He was quiet but did not seem meek, he had clever green eyes, a cute mole along his jaw line, dark blonde hair that was growing out from being severely short and pale pink lips. "And young Lee Cunningham." Jason said. "He's still sixteen, but we sneak him a Carlsberg when we can anyway."

"I'm nearly seventeen." He said, shaking Callum's hand and catching his millionth look at Callum's cock.

"That's sixteen then." Jason said.

"Seventeen in three days." Lee rebutted. "Also, I hate Carlsberg."

"We'll set you up with a Budweiser next time then." Alan said unhelpfully.

Paul interrupted by entering with Callum's long-lost uniform.

"Sorry I took so long." Paul said.

Any enmity Callum might have felt for being exposed so long evaporated as he watched Paul's timid approach. The boys squabbled and bantered, but Callum saw Lee notice Paul too. The others checked him out, of this Callum was sure, but Lee regarded Paul in a way the others did not.

Callum was unimpressed by the proffered attire but pulled on the tiny shorts – even when his cock went soft again, the shorts were short enough that his penis might well dangle out. The t-shirt was almost sleeveless, but better than nothing.

The next hour saw the boys behave rather well. Callum followed their previous training regime that had been prepared by their previous personal trainer (Luke Willis, who had now left the gym) at the end of their last term. Jason also revealed his brother worked at the Symposium, though Callum could not see the family resemblance. "Course not, Finn's only my brother in law. My sister married his brother."

All the boys were now in their final year at a nearby private school (the Lord Gower Grammar School); they were all also witty, athletic and unashamedly gay.

The boys talked about school, about fighting last year to be allowed to attend a gym for openly gay men – as openly gay young men they didn't see the problem. The school saw a problem. The boys pointed out they paid for their tuition. The school capitulated.

The lads explained that they had once faced criticism from their peers about the orientation' or preference' but they didn't give a fuck and it transpired most boys at their school didn't either. Occasional below the belt comments were made, so to speak, but they'd retort with a muff-diving comment and all was equalised. The boys knew there were lots of other gay or curious lads at the school, some out some not out to the entire school. But for most someone else being gay was not something they had much cause to think about.

Only one boy, they explained, continued to give them a hard time but bullying is harder when you have back-up, even harder when you fight back, harder again when your victims stop caring about teasing or tormenting and think their narrow-minded judgement is pathetic.

"Your opinion is irrelevant because fuck you." Barry said at one point.

Callum wished he'd had friends like these when he had been in high school. After nearly an hour, they had just finished another set of exercises.

"Can we play a game?" asked Jason after, who allowed the proceeding silence to linger before adding; "I mean basketball or something."

The other boys laughed and so did Callum.

"My arse, that's what you meant." Said Lee, who earned a pat on the bum from Jason.

"Luke always enjoyed a game. Played for high stakes until he got himself a boyfriend."

"High stakes? Is that what we're calling it now?"

Callum enjoyed the boy's capacity for innuendo. High stakes, were they suggesting their last PT also got erections around them.

"If we're sticking with gambling euphemisms, we could call it a hard eight if you want." Jason winked at Callum and blushed, then the blood travelled south too and he felt guilt for being turned on by the boy 4 years younger.

"We need another man if we're playing a team game." Lee rescued him.

"We could ask Paul if he's free." Alan nudged Lee with his shoulder. So Lee did fancy Paul.

"We don't know if he's into ball games." Lee said – he didn't miss a beat but the lad had blushed at the gently mockery of his affection for Paul.

They all laughed at Lee's come back. Then Callum suggested they go to the basketball court – check it's free and find somebody on the way. Callum secretly hoped it would be Iain. Lee secretly hoped it would be Paul. Jason, Alan, Greg, Eric and Barry secretly hoped it would be any man they could check out.

Iain and Paul were tidying up in the multi-purpose room that was used as a basket ball court. Callum took a swift look at the rota; Iain had been taking a class in here until a few minutes ago and the room would be free until the afternoon.

Iain and Paul chatted as they threw towels into a basket, and put away various bits of kit. It wasn't until Callum was almost next to them that Iain and Paul noticed the incoming group. And then the incoming group noticed how similar Callum and Iain were.

"Two of you?" said Jason. "The mind races, does it not?"

"Are you guy's twins?" Lee asked.

"No." Replied Iain. "Clones."

There was a bemused silence.

"We're cousins. But our dad's were identical twins." Callum explained.

"And our mum's were clones." Iain added sarcastically.

"And our mum's were second cousins to each other." Callum amended.

"Would you like to join us?" Jason asked Iain. "I see from the dark-blues that you work here. Are you a personal trainer too?"

"Yea, I am. I'm Iain. And what do you mean, join you." Iain asked.

Jason leaned closer to Lee and stage whispered; "Is he being sexually ambiguous?"

Lee hit him. "You're a dick!" he said, jovially enough. Then to Iain; "Callum's leading us for a game of basketball to finish up. We need another player?" he made the last statement a question.

"Sure thing, guys." Replied Iain. "How do you want us to choose teams?"

Jason suggested: "How about Callum and Iain take separate groups? Me, Eric and Barry will get it on with Iain."

"You wish."

"And Lee, Greg and Alan can go with Callum." Jason finished. He looked around the boys and asked, "Any complaints? That ok with everyone?" No complaints.

"How will you tell the teams apart?" asked Paul. "Sh-shirts and skins?" he stumbled.

Lee, Jason and Callum smiled at Paul. Iain rolled his eyes. The others hardly noticed.

"Anyone got a coin?" asked Iain.

Paul handed him a ten pence piece.

"Ok, Callum you call it." Iain said, weighing the coin in his hand; "If you're right, you get shirts. If your wrong you get your shits off."

Iain tossed the coin, caught it and flipped it onto the back of his left hand, covering it with the palm of his right.

"Heads."

"Figures! I knew you liked getting head." Iain quipped, uncovering the coin. "And it's tails."

Resigned; Callum, Lee, Greg and Alan pulled of their t-shits. They were still sweaty from their earlier excretion and their muscles were firm and supple. Callum was bigger compared to the boys but perhaps not so much as he would have liked – they were well on their way to being fine physical matches for him. The muscle tone of Callum's biceps, pecs and abs were superior to the teenagers who enjoyed his discomfort – they knew the only other things he had on were his trainers and his tiny shorts. What could possibly go wrong?

Callum had little time to feel self conscious, the game was competitive and required his full concentration. Paul had watched for a short time before departing to get on with his work.

Occasionally Callum's attention wandered to the bare chests of his team mates and he imagined tasting their sweat on licking their nipples, or he gazed at their bare backs and low shorts and imagined peeling the shorts down and fucking them while giving them a reach around.

Sex had been on his mind more and more lately. It had been a while.

Callum liked to look at their legs too, the curve of their calve muscles and the smooth colour pallet of their thighs. Perhaps his mind wandered a little more than occasionally.

Callum was in trouble as the game came to its end. Moving up court and receiving the ball, Callum positioned himself to make a shot – then Iain was at his back, reaching around him to get the ball. Callum could feel Iain's breath on his neck and his groin at his back. He didn't mean to grind his arse into Iain's crotch, but he did and he felt his cock stir – then missed his shot. The game was over and ended 10-11; Iain's team had won.

Callum could still feel Iain's body close to his own, even though he had joined his team mates in celebrating. Watching Iain squeezed amongst the three teens did not help Callum's cock which had already started to get excited.

His own team mates piled around him, giving him consolatory pats on the back. Their gentle touches and close quarters become deliberately provocative and Lee in particular gets close enough for one hand to brush Callum's thigh while the other slips across his stomach as if to embrace him.

His hand travels to Callum's hip but it's obvious there will be no sportsman's hug. A hand rests on Callum's hip as the other hand travels up his thigh and pauses at the hem of Callum's shorts. The shorts are so short the hem sits just centimetres below Callum's balls and so his lengthening penis is already threatening to peek out of the shorts.

Lee allows a single finger to pass over the head of Callum's cock. Callum gasps and feels the last two hours of resistance slip from him. Two hours of pretending this was not exactly what he had imagined – maybe even hoped for.

The room seemed to have gone quiet and he now sensed someone behind him; he turned to see Iain.

"Do you guys ever fool around?" asks Jason; gently, probingly, pressingly, encouragingly.

"Like how?" asks Iain with mock innocence, though now he is so close to Callum that they are almost pressed together.

Lee had stepped back, the fluttering of his hand betraying his unfulfilled desire and spreading the pre-cum from Callum's dick between his restless fingers.

Callum breaks first and kisses Iain – their lips pressing together and parting slowly. The boys watched – enthralled and amazed as the mirror images of beauty meet. Callum briefly entertained the thought of Jason `fooling around' with his brother (in law) Finn who was bigger, more muscled, older and manlier. A more dominant and seasoned version of Jason who was well on his way to building a similar physique. The image of them in Callum's mind was very appealing and the swelling in his shorts was evidence of that.

Iain's hands land on Callum's hips and push the shorts down. Callum assists by rocking his hips and grinding his crotch into Iain's - his cousin's cock growing as hard as his own. Callum's shorts fell to his ankles and he stepped out of them a moment later.

Iain broke the kiss and gripped Callum's cock, giving it a few gentle jerks. Iain then smiled and looked at the watching boys who didn't know what to say.

"Well, I'd love to stay but I've got an amputee waiting for me in training room three," Said Iain. "I'll leave you guys to it."

"You can stay and..."

"I've got my own classes to run. And client's to please." Iain said.

Callum was too stunned and aroused to do anything but watch as Iain retreated – with his shorts just for good measure – and he suspected Iain was taking some delight in leaving him helpless with the six teenagers. His horney cock was just waiting for something else to happen.

Jason was inevitably the first one bold enough to step forward. He gripped Callum's dick with a firm grip. His big hands were soft and the grip jut hard enough to squeeze the pre-cum from Callum's dick and massage the shaft along its full length. Callum watched the younger man hold his penis and his breath quickened; humiliated, ashamed, turned on. Callum had felt the same way the first time Iain had touched him.

Jason's own cock was obviously rock hard so Callum reached out and stroked it through the material of his school shorts. Callum sensed Lee coming closer, the blonde boy kissed Callum's face and then his lips and Callum enjoyed the tentative approach.

Jason released Callum's cock, even as Callum continued to masturbate him. He could see the other boys watching from close by but none of them engaged farther. It was with only the briefest of hesitations that Callum made his next choice; dropping to his knees.

Callum faced Lee's crotch and eased the boy's shorts down slowly, teasingly, tantalisingly.

Lee's legs were long and lean - sparsely haired and slightly bronzed (just like the rest of his skin) from the summer's sun. Lee's cock came into view as his shorts and underwear fell and tangled around his ankles. Callum's hands gripped Lee's small and tight buttocks and pursed his lips, sliding them over Lee's cock head. Whether or not Lee had had a blow job before or not Callum did not even guess but he reacted to this one like a man who had not.

Lee moaned slightly as his cock rose to about six inches. His circumcised head provided a pleasing knob on which Callum could pay deft attention. Callum's tongue licked the glans then his mouth swallowed it whole again.

Jason slipped his cock out of his shorts, the sight of it was enough to distract Callum for a moment. It was slightly longer and thicker than Lee's and Jason's shorts and underwear sat just beneath his scrotum – Callum rectified this, pulling them down to the seventeen year olds ankles and then angling his face beneath Jason's scrotum to lick his balls.

Jason reacted predictably to the attention, throwing his head back. Jason pulled off his t-shirt and Callum looked up at his. His sculpted body was still a year off of full maturity but clearly a build he had worked hard on - now Jason's hard-on was hard to ignore.

Callum put a hand on both boys bums and pulled them close so his tongue could dart between them, then he opened his mouth wide while both boys pushed in. This cock's met and rubbed together and Callum's mouth caught the heads of their dick's with his lubricated tongue. It was clear from the quivers of their bodies they were both already ready to cum so Callum returned his attention to Lee.

Lee's cock re-entered Callum's mouth where he sucked and slurped, licked and lapped until the sixteen year old finally shot. Callum swallowed once before pulling out a little too early; the second and third shots hit Callum's chin and chest respectively.

Jason had started to stroke himself and was aiming at Callum. Callum too had started stroking himself but now he felt Lee at his knees and stroking him with a touch that was too gentle yet surprisingly effective.

Callum turned his head to Jason and swept his tongue across Jason's wanking cock. It too shot into Callum's face, his hair his thighs. Callum however was denied orgasm; as if by psychic agreement Jason and Lee stepped away at the same time. The touch of Lee's hands on Callum's cock lingered like a wonderful dream of a tender lover.

The boys were not being cruel in denying Callum his orgasm, rather they seemed pleased to watch him still yearn and edge towards a climax.

Callum watched with interest as the boys covered up and redressed. He took a few seconds to reflect on what he had done. Sexual gratification but at the cost of nagging doubt. Seventeen was a little too young but then those boys weren't looking for a lasting relationship – they were looking for the same thing he had been: lust.

Watching the boys regroup he knew the session was over.

"I guess we should shower and change?" said Lee, smiling happily.

"Yea," agreed Jason. "Why don't you show us to the locker room?"

"Then you can collect our gear from the training room?" Alan added helpfully.

So that was why they denied him his orgasm – so he would still be hard when he entered the concourse to show them to the locker room, then again when he collected their things, then again when he went back to the locker room. Callum trembled at the thought of the exposure. Yet, it was exciting too.

Callum stood and led the way to the door. Each boy in turn touched his cock or balls as the passed: fondle, pump, caress, beat, stroke, rub.

They waited in the hall for his to show them along the corridor and back to the main concourse. He could have gone the other way, the longer way, past all the training rooms and looping around to enter the locker room directly. It would have given him the chance to offer them a sauna, but somehow this did not really occur to Callum – his mind was on the busy main entrance and the people and the coffee bar and the locker room – all the people to whom he would soon be exposed.

He opened the door from the training corridor and back into the concourse. Completely naked and still with cum in his hair and on his chin, chest and thigh Callum was the centre of attention. Naked, cum smeared and hard – the boys passed him and made for the locker room.

Callum let the door go as Barry, the last of the boys, exited and made to follow the boys. His back was mercifully to the main entrance – his bum on display but better than his hard cock.

"Callum!?" a voice shouted from behind him. Probably louder than was necessary.

Callum turned his head and noticed everyone was looking. Those who had not noticed him certainly had now.

"Callum?!" Mr Douglas shouted again from the reception desk. "A moment please." His hand beckoned him forward.

A glance at the boys told him they would wait and watch whatever was to unfold. Callum cursed his throbbing dick – no longer eight inches but still firm and blatantly aroused. Callum crossed the floor in full view of everyone. As he neared the reception desk he was aware again of the world passing outside – so close to his naked body that he could almost sense the police and the handcuffs and the indecent exposure charge.

Callum stopped at the reception desk, "Mr Douglas?" he asked.

"Yes. I have decided on a new uniform rotation plan. You'll report here each morning for your uniform, each will be decided by myself or Finn on a day to day basis. He looked Callum over and observed the sweat and cum. "A good session with Lord Gower school lads?" he asked.

"Pretty good, yea." Callum answered unabashed.

"Excellent." Mr Douglas replied. "Well, why don't you get along and come back for another uniform once you've shown the boys out?" he suggested.

Callum agreed but wondered I he literally meant – show them out?

Callum spent the next quarter of an hour going between the locker room and the training room, having to make several trips to collect all of the boys possessions and ferry them to the locker room. When he was finally finished and the boys were towelling off, they suggested he too have a shower.

Callum was relieved that he would finally get to wash the cum off his body and out of his hair.

"Hey, maybe Paul will wash your back for you?" suggested Jason, catching site of him from across the locker room.

"Yea, if you like." Replied Callum, raising his eyebrows at Paul in acknowledgement.

Paul just blushed but hovered as if unsure whether to follow Callum into the showers or not. Callum stood under the warm water and felt relief to be free from prying eyes for a moment – relieved to have the shower to himself. He used the body wash left by the boys to clean his skin and hair and rinsed off – looking up into the shower head to freshen himself.

Callum turned off the water; the excess cascading down his body and pooling at his feet before draining away. He had no towel of course but was relieved when he saw Paul hovering at the edge waiting for him.

Paul was a gentleman, trying his best not to look even though he wanted to and even though he'd seen it all before. Callum felt a surge of affection for him, his emotions had been somewhat confused of late but there was something about Paul's quiet and placid demeanour that Callum found attractive. It was as if his soul was smaller than his body so it had enough space to shirk away almost as much as Paul himself shied away.

Callum put his arms around Paul and gave him a wet hug. Paul smiled but pushed him off and handed him the towel he'd been holding.

"Ta," said Callum. "Have you got a uniform for me?" he asked hopefully.

"Waiting for you at reception... Once you've shown the group out." Paul could not suppress his sweet smile.

Callum sighed and dried himself off. His trainers were not where he'd left them, not doubt confiscated by the lads. He found them waiting for him in the main part of the locker room. They were all dressed in their school uniforms: shirts, ties and blazers, oh my!

"We locked your trainers up to keep them safe. Think the American at reception is holding onto it for you." Lee said.

"Great," said Callum unconvincingly. "Suppose we should get you guys out of here then?"

The boys led the way this time. It was nearly lunch time already so the Symposium was a little quieter than it had been earlier, thought the coffee bar was doing a fair trade. Callum walked with the boys towards the main entrance but was mercifully spared from taking them outside. Jason and the others seemed keen on the idea but Jason deferred to Lee's judgement (Callum suspected that did not happen very often) that they had taken him far enough.

"See you next time, Callum." Said Jason.

Eric, Alan, Greg and Barry echoed the sentiment.

"It was a real... experience... meeting you today," Said Lee - suddenly looking his age - his young eyes showing innocence for the first time today. "Nice to meet you though."

Lee proffered his hand for Callum to shake, which he did. The touch sent blood back to his dick which had been soft since his shower. He was reminded that he was barefoot and bare arsed – causing him to blush, which at least diverted his blood supply to north of his navel.

Callum was not kept waiting when he reached the reception desk. A clean pair of jogging bottoms and a t-shirt awaited him. He gratefully pulled them on.

"I looked these out for you." Said Tony in his usual drawl, but he was being kind enough – he could have spent an age hunting out his attire. "And these." He added, handing Callum his trainers.

"Thanks, Tony." Callum said.

"It was just a bit of a surprise." Iain said as Callum drove. "I've not tasted as many cocks as you have, I didn't realise that some cum could taste so... morish."

"Morish?" Callum said, laughing. "You're turning into an out-and-proud gay boy, you know that right?"

Iain pondered that for a minute.

"Sixteen?" said Iain.

Callum should never have told his cousin that detail.

"Sixteen and three hundred and sixty two days."

"That's sixteen then."

"Pretty much seventeen. You know what your dad would say." Callum replied.

"A difference that makes no difference is no difference."

Callum smiled; he'd always liked his uncle's aphorisms.

"Ok then, seventeen. That's a lot less... deplorable." Iain was mocking him with good humour, Callum knew but he still bristled a little. Probably the guilt at knowing Iain was really right. Or the thought of Iain with a man's dick in his mouth. They were going to get reputations at this rate.

Callum considered telling Iain to take the bus home but he'd earned his ridicule and Iain wasn't really judging him, not really. "Legal is legal" Iain used to say throughout university. But he'd never fucked a school girl or boy... that Callum knew of.

"Y'know," began Iain, "I went out with a seventeen year old once... well into one."

Callum suppressed a laugh with great difficulty.

"Of course I was seventeen at the time..." Iain fell silent, no longer sure if Callum was ok with the ridicule or not.

Callum stopped at a red light, indicated left and waited for the green light. "You wanna get a take-away on the way home. I can't be bothered cooking." He asked.

"Sure," Iain replied. "You wanna get a little Chinese..."

"Ok."

"...boy."

Callum burst out laughing and then thumped Iain's arm.

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