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The Kingswood Effect
Chapter 20
Saturday 15 January 2022
"Remind me again why we do this!" David grumbled as he power-walked on the treadmill, with Mark on one side, jogging, and Danny on the other, sprinting.
Danny tried to answer but he was nearing the end of his sprint and was too breathless to do much other than gasp for oxygen.
"I've got it!" Mark grinned, nodding at Danny's reflection in the mirror. He turned his gaze to David and said, "If I recall correctly, didn't you say something about never being asked to give a guy a titwank with your junior man-boobs?"
"Oy!" a Year 13 working out nearby yelped.
"It's okay!" David called out. "I DID say that and he's not being mean!"
"Good!" the older boy said with a nod. "This is a no body-shame zone!"
"Yes sir!" Mark replied, then giggled along with David as Danny hit the button to slow his treadmill.
"Fuck... me..." Danny panted, staring at the display.
"Well it WOULD be good cardio!" David said, grinning at the laugh he got from Mark.
Danny chuckled and slowed again, now to a gentle canter, placing his hand on his chest as he caught his breath, his heart pounding. Finally able to talk properly, he smiled and mumbled, "Ha, titwank!" As he finally gave up completely on the treadmill and hit the stop button, he leaned over to pat David on the chest and said, "Not that you got much to wank `em with anymore!"
"Believe me, I've still got plenty!" David replied, patting his stomach.
"Yeah, that's not allowed," Danny said, shaking his head. "Chris says you're not allowed to stop being cuddly!"
"I somehow doubt Chris will EVER be short of people to cuddle!" David said with a wry grin.
"Ha!" Mark yelped, not slowing his pace despite the standstill the other two had come to. "Says you. You've been having your fair share of guys recently!"
"EXCUSE me!" David said, feigning abject shock. "I haven't HAD any guys!"
Mark tutted and rolled his eyes as Danny just observed, amused. "I don't mean HAD in that way. You're not Danny!"
"Hey!" Danny whined. "I'm not THAT bad!"
"Really?" Mark asked, eyebrows raised. He hit the stop button but jumped to stand with his feet either side of the conveyer as it slowed. Looking round at the lone Year 13 working out, he called out, "Hey mate, fancy a blowjob from the hot, sweaty one?" and pointed to Danny.
The seventeen-year-old looked Danny up and down, shrugged and said, "Sure!"
Danny looked from Mark to the older student and back, convinced he should be offended, but instead he shrugged and said, "Meh, why not. Catch ya later!" He ran over to him.
Mark laughed as he heard, "I'm Danny, not that it matters," as they left.
David stared in shock. "Did that... really just happen?" he asked, a little bewildered.
"Apparently," Mark grinned. "C'mon. Rowing," he instructed, having taken on the role of motivator and personal trainer to the smaller boy.
As David sat down, he turned the machine down to level 2. Mark reached across and turned it up to level 5. Without a word, David slid it back down to level 3. Mark again turned it up to 5. David didn't change it again, he just stared at Mark, doe eyed for a few moments until he sighed, reached over and turned it down to 4.
"Anyway," Mark said, once they both started rowing. "I believe I was talking about your... erm... guys!"
"People!" David said, then shook his head a little and said, "I don't know what you mean."
"Oh please," Mark scoffed. "The only time James isn't all over you is when you're fawning over Ewan!"
"I don't know... what you mean," David said, his attempt at nonchalance slightly undermined by his breathlessness.
"Suuuuure you don't," Mark teased. "I'm only messing anyway. It's... nice to see."
David just blushed and nodded, though the blushing was barely distinguishable from the exertion reddening his cheeks.
"Just... erm... just checking," Mark said cautiously. "You're not doing all this," he paused to gesture to the rowing, "To, like... impress a boy, are you?"
"No!" David insisted. "This is for me!" As Mark looked at him questioningly, he added, "Really, it is. I'm only doing this for me!"
"Hmm, okay then," Mark nodded.
"You got any free time today?" David asked cautiously.
"Erm, football this morning, dance after lunch and martial arts after that, but my night's free. Why, you wanna give me a titwank?" Mark teased with a huge grin.
"Hey, be nice or I won't let you watch my illegal download of season fourteen!" David said cockily.
Mark frowned for a moment before his eyes widened. "Drag race? Fuck, totally free. I'm yours!" he declared excitedly. "Yay, new episode!"
"Two actually!" David said with an eager nod.
"Ugh, I seriously got the best form ever!" Mark said happily.
Chris was in a light doze that had been on and off since Danny and others had got up to go to the gym. Laying there alone wasn't so bad when he knew where Danny was (and that he wasn't alone), though he still would have preferred to have him back in bed, wrapped around him.
On the verge of drifting off to sleep again, he heard quiet footsteps followed by movement on the bunk beside him. He rolled over to whoever was joining him and allowed one eye to open just a crack. The tell-tale flash of gingery-orange was all he needed to see as he smiled dreamily and held out his arms for Mikey to climb into them.
Giving the boy a few moments to get comfortable and the covers pulled over him, Chris said quietly, "Hey, been a while!"
Mikey just hummed his agreement, nuzzling his head slightly against Chris' shoulder.
Chris loved the feeling, not only because he simply loved cuddles with literally anyone, but Mikey was easily a favourite. His mass of unkempt ginger hair was always silky-soft and usually smelled wonderfully fruity. The showers at the school came equipped with the basic toiletries, but Mikey preferred to bring his own, usually of a fruity variety. The one time he had been challenged on it - not quite teasing but almost – he had snapped back with a very Mikey answer. "I wash my hair like six times a day cos of all the sports I do and I ain't ruining my hair with the school's cheap-ass shit, which smells crappy anyway. I like my hair no matter what you fucking ginger-haters say, and ya know what, if I wanna like a radiant pineapple princess, I'll smell like radiant fucking pineapple princess and anyone who's got a problem with that is gonna get a radiant fucking arse-kicking!" Since then, nobody had said a word, but Chris always enjoyed seeing what Mikey smelled like whenever he got close.
"You okay?" Chris asked the unusually quiet boy.
"Yeah, just... Nicky!" Mikey sighed.
"He left already then?" Chris asked softly.
"Mmm-huh," Mikey hummed. "He had to be outside for six. He'll probably be there any time now."
"Okay," Chris replied, nodding gently.
That weekend was the semi-finals of both the swimming and diving competitions that were part of the SCIPS sporting calendar. Being the best diver in year nine, and possibly one of the best in the school, Nicky had easily made it through the preliminaries. The event was taking place at Moderna Academy, in Hampshire, so the teams had set off early ready for a full pool-based weekend.
"You know he'll smash it!" Chris said supportively.
"Of course he will, he's fucking awesome!" Mikey snapped back sharply.
Many would have recoiled from the forcefulness of the comment, but Chris had long since figured out when Mikey was angry and when he was just... being Mikey. "But you're... still worried about him?" he asked cautiously.
"Well yeah, you know what he's like with new places and new people," Mikey explained. "He's never been to Moderna and he'll barely know anyone there! It's like a nightmare situation for him!"
"Probably less than you think!" Chris said thoughtfully. As Mikey looked at him curiously, Chris shrugged a little and said, "Maybe you don't see it cos..." he paused, not wanting to bring up the time they had not been speaking. He thought quickly and changed it to, "Cos you're so close, but... Nicky's... changing. No, not changing... growing!"
"Well yeah, he's a fucking giant!" Mikey said, like it was obvious.
Chris smirked. "I meant emotionally!" he said, nudging Mikey playfully. "Since he started therapy and... ya know... handling all the Matt stuff, he's... well, I wouldn't say more confident, more that he's just... less NOT confident!"
"That... kinda makes sense," Mikey agreed reluctantly.
"Exactly, so stop worrying. He'll be fine!" Chris insisted.
Mikey hummed his understanding and nestled down against Chris, falling silent for a few minutes. He eventually spoke up and asked, "Do you ever... think about... ya know... us? Like, when we were all together?"
"Course I do! How could I not?" Chris said, slightly melancholy, stroking Mikey's back gently. He lay silently for a moment, thinking about their time as a throuple with Nicky. Since they all made up, they had shared some painfully honest conversations. Even with Mikey and Nicky, he had held back his deepest thoughts on it. Now wasn't really the time to start sharing them so he just sighed wistfully and said, "It was great, but I like where we are now."
Mikey looked up at him for a few moments, then smiled meekly before he nodded and offered a quiet, "Me too!"
The Dining Hall was a little quieter than usual over breakfast. It wasn't quite as deserted as when the football or rugby players went for an away game, but with the competitive swimmers and divers away at Moderna, their absence was noticeable.
The dorm 1.09 boys had eaten a quiet but enjoyable breakfast, interrupted only twice today by passing boys calling Rob `nipple boy', following the show he had been part of a couple of weeks earlier. Rob had expressed his frustration at the nickname carrying over but had made the (probably sensible) choice to not really react to it, knowing people would get bored of it soon enough.
Danny was first to leave after they finished eating, accompanied by the other football players, the rest of the Year 9 team taking his departure as a sign they should go too. Chris headed off soon after, heading for music club with a two thirds of the band `Triple Jay' from dorm 1.10, their third member away for the swimming contest.
It left only David and Rob who had been caught up in a conversation about their tutoring duties with Josh as they casually finished eating. "I think maybe I need some new clubs," Rob mused as he sat there, thinking about the day ahead. "I mean, I get all day on Saturdays and most of the day on Sundays with nothing planned, but nothing really... interests me!"
"I thought you were seeing Luke today," David frowned.
"I am," Rob nodded, "It's just..." he paused and frowned a little, unsure what his objection actually was. He shrugged and said, "Yeah, I guess having a whole day to do what I want isn't really the worst thing in the world." He smiled over at the Year 11 table where Luke was sitting with his dormmates. "What you up to today?" he asked, not wanting to pull any more at that particular mental thread.
David glanced round at the Year 11s too, seeing James sat with them. It still seemed strange that he actually was a Year 11 now, but David was slowly getting used to it. "Hanging out with James this morning, then chess club with him after lunch. Cooking club this afternoon too!"
Rob's face lit up. David and Mikey both attended the Saturday afternoon cooking club and often ended up coming back to the dorm with fantastic treats to share. Admittedly some days they were less fantastic. One week, Danny's reviewing of their baked offerings was, "`That's the worst thing I've ever put in mouth... and I eat arse!" Rob was hopeful today would be a good day as he said, "Can't wait to see what you make. I suggest chocolate. Lots and lots of chocolate!"
"I'll keep that in mind," David grinned as they stood and started carrying their trays away. "Oh!" he exclaimed as they walked down the Year 9 table and spotted Ewan sitting alone. "What are you doing here?" he asked, clearly surprised.
As Ewan stared back, blushing heavily, Rob leaned in and whispered loudly, "My guess... he's probably eating breakfast!" As David gave him a frustrated glare, Rob grabbed his tray and said, "I'll take this. Catch ya later!" He ran off with both trays.
David sat down next to Ewan and said, "I thought you were going to Moderna this weekend for the diving! What happened?"
"I, erm... I quit diving club," Ewan said, barely louder than a whisper.
"You... but you love diving!" David exclaimed in shock. "If you just didn't want to compete I'm sure they'd let you drop out without quitting diving completely!"
"Erm, no, it's... it's not... that," Ewan said, looking thoroughly downhearted.
"Is everything okay?" David asked, placing his hand on Ewan's as it rested on the bench between them.
Ewan let out an almost inaudible breathy gasp as he looked down at their hands, then nodded without making eye contact. "It's fine. I'm okay," he said softly.
David stared blankly for a few seconds. Even if he hadn't spent the last six weeks getting to know Ewan, he would have been able to tell something was wrong. "It's okay if you're... not okay," David said reassuringly. "You know you can talk to me, right?"
Ewan looked back at David for a few moments. As he looked to be just on the verge of speaking, James approached and said firmly, "Come on, we've got a slot booked on the Xbox and if we're not there someone else'll take it!"
"Oh, erm..." David said, looking from James to Ewan and back. "Maybe... maybe Ewan could... join us?"
"Well it's a two-player game so if he wants to sit quietly and NOT disturb us at all then fine, whatever," James shrugged.
"No, I... erm..." Ewan stuttered. "I have... somewhere to be!"
"Great, have fun, see ya," James said dismissively then looked to David and said, "Come on, hurry up!"
"Can we talk later," David said to Ewan as he stood, then frowned as he thought through the rest of his weekend and said, "Erm... actually, text me, `kay?"
Ewan nodded before he looked away.
David ran after James but stopped at the door for a moment to look back. Ewan looked so down. He let out a gentle sigh and continued on after James.
Brian sat in the main atrium of the Underground, casually flicking through his phone when he heard the unmistakable sound of his boyfriend approaching. He glanced up to see Danny, accompanied by Adrian and Kyle, wandering along the walkway, laughing and chatting.
They were halfway down the stairs before Danny spotted Brian sitting there. He took a few more steps then leapt the rest of the way down in a single bound before running across the open area to jump into Brian's lap. "Hiiiii!" he said happily as he threw his arms around him and gave him an unashamedly enthusiastic kiss.
"Well someone's in a good mood," Brian said happily, receiving several playful kisses to his cheeks and neck from the younger boy.
"That's mostly cos he's just full of cum," Adrian shrugged, "You know that always perks him up!"
"Fuck, what did you guys do to him?" Brian asked, then frowned as he shook his head and said, "Actually, I kinda don't want to know!" He did really want to know, but as open as Danny was about his sex life, the roleplay sessions he had with Adrian and Kyle were offered a level of privacy that all three boys really seemed to appreciate.
"Not us," Kyle shrugged, then smirked as he added, "Well, kind of us a bit," getting a giggle from Adrian, "But he was fully loaded before we even got to him!"
"It's been a busy day!" Danny grinned, eyes flashing mischievously.
"How busy?" Brian asked, pulling back a little to look at Danny.
"Hmm, well Mark hooked me up with a guy in the gym this morning. I blew him but he ended up wanting to fuck me cos he enjoyed what he saw at the strip poker game. Then I played with Chris before football, Mikey DURING football, gloryhole before lunch and now these guys!" Danny listed, grinning at each one.
"Jesus!" Brian muttered, more than a little shocked.
Kyle and Adrian looked at each other for a moment then glanced at Brian. With a nod Adrian said, "We'll leave you with him for now. See ya later, Danny. Remember water polo's cancelled but a few of us are still gonna hang out at the pool if you're free!"
Danny waved the others off then playfully ran his fingers through Brian's hair and said, "I was thinking maybe soon you could join us for a roleplay thing. I have SUCH a good idea for one!"
"Yeah, that sounds... fun..." Brian said, with slight trepidation.
"But for now, I'm all yours!" Danny added happily.
"Yeah, you wanna go check out the shop first? I heard they had a few new things in!" Brian said, deliberating whether to say something to Danny.
"Awesome, let's go!" Danny called out as he jumped off of Brian's lap, grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet.
They spent some time wandering the sex shop but didn't end up buying anything, deliberating a few possibilities. After they left, they headed off to a playroom Brian had booked for them. While he could probably get privacy in his dorm if he asked Joseph to leave, Joseph was currently having a `don't feel like getting out of bed' day and Brian didn't want to disturb him.
"Hey, we could leave the door open," Danny said as they ventured into the room. "Never know who might come along and join in!"
Brian shut the door and said, "Erm, nice idea, but... I think I want you to myself!"
Danny immediately recoiled, more at the tone than the actual words. Frowning at Brian, he asked, "Is there a problem?"
"No!" Brian insisted.
Danny rolled his eyes. "It's okay, I get it!" he said as he approached Brian and started to undress him. "Like I said, busy day... if I'd done all that and I was like... yeah, whatever, normal day... then I'd get your concern but... you get what I'm saying, right?" He stared at Brian, smiling sweetly.
Brian nodded. Danny made a good point, but lately there had been a LOT of busy days'. Just a couple of nights earlier, Danny had crept up to the third floor during the night and accidentally' went into the wrong dorm. As an apology' for waking the dorm's two occupants, he had offered himself up to them and they had happily obliged. Danny hadn't even told him about that, he only knew about it when Jacob Lowe had complimented him on his boyfriend's butt and how well he had trained' him.
Even if Brian DID have an issue with it, was he even allowed to complain? After all, their relationship was open, with no agreed limits. Danny wasn't doing anything wrong and speaking up about it would be like suggesting he was. The thought of Danny getting upset, and the two of them falling out, was simply not an option to Brian. He loved Danny too much to risk upsetting him like that. "Yeah, I get it," he agreed with a gentle nod.
"You're ABOUT to get it!" Danny growled playfully as he pulled Brian's top off.
"Oh!" Brian said, eyes flashing wildly. "Dominant Danny's coming out to play today, is he?"
"He wasn't!" Danny sniggered. "I was planning on giving you `hungry bottom cum-slut Danny' when we came in here, but now I'm feeling..." he paused, biting his lip as he moved in close. He leaned closer to whisper in Brian's ear, "... powerful!"
"Well," Brian giggled, "How can I say no to that?"
"You can't!" Danny said, then licked Brian from chin to ear, then nibbled the lobe and whispered, "Bend over!" He pushed Brian's joggers and boxers down in a single motion and span him around.
Brian leaned over as instructed, peering back at Danny who quickly stripped too, his cock already raging hard. As he saw the boy move in close behind him, he asked, "Aren't you going to... ARGH!" He yelped as Danny pushed into him unlubricated. "Jesus, Danny!" Brian gasped in shock.
"Oh, you like that do you?" Danny growled, sniggering wickedly.
"It's... different," Brian said, not wanting to sound unkind. "But maybe... a bit gentler please!"
"Ugh, okay," Danny grunted. Despite the mild annoyance at the request, he took it a little easier, the thought of actually hurting Brian not one he would even consider.
"So am I last... mmmyeah... on today's... hit list?" Brian moaned, enjoying the rare but enjoyable bottoming.
"Well it's not even 5 o'clock yet, so a bit too early to know for sure!" Danny grinned, then grabbed Brian to pull him into a standing position, nipping playfully at his shoulder.
Brian sighed slightly but disguised it as a moan of pleasure as Danny continued thrusting into him, his mouth now working its way along his back. "Actually, I was thinking we could... go to movie night!"
"Hmm, what's playing?" Danny asked, already thinking of who might be hanging out in the pool with Adrian... wearing just a speedo... and probably gagging for some action.
"First floor's having... I dunno, MCU stuff AGAIN because of course they fucking are," Brian said, shaking his head. He let out a shuddery moan as he felt Danny's lips graze his ear. "S... second floor... are... ugh..." he stuttered, "... having a horror night."
"Pass!" Danny said quickly, really not a fan of horror movies.
"But up on my floor they're playing... Call Me By Your Name!" Brian finally finished.
"Ugh, who picks this shit?" Danny complained.
"I thought you... might like it," Brian said a little shyly as he looked at Danny hopefully.
"Pfft, hard pass, now shut up and take my dick, super stud!" Danny said, caught up in the moment.
Receiving a gentle shove from Danny, Brian leaned back down, bracing himself as Danny started pounding hard.
"God, I love how tight you are!" Danny growled, his fingertips digging into Brian's sides as he gripped onto him. "I'm gonna... fuck... I'm gonna shoot!" With a final couple of thrusts, he stopped, his cock throbbing as it spurted its load inside Brian. He collapsed forward, resting heavily on top of Brian, his cheek against the older boy's back. "Damn that was good," he moaned happily.
David had been checking his phone all day, waiting to see if Ewan messaged. It had started to annoy James during their morning gaming session, but by the time they headed to chess club after lunch, James had insisted phones were banned completely.
A couple of times David had suggested inviting Ewan to join them in their gaming, but James was adamant that both the video games they were playing that morning, as well as chess in the afternoon, were both two-person only activities and Ewan wouldn't be welcome.
By the time he went to cooking club, David still hadn't heard from Ewan and wasn't sure whether that was a good sign that everything was okay or a bad sign and Ewan just couldn't put it in writing. Either way, he had left cooking club fully armed with a specifically-planned number of quite impressive-looking chocolate muffins. Having defended them from Rob on the way into the Dining Hall, David made his way over to Ewan who was once again sitting alone and placed one of them down beside him.
"What's that for?" Ewan asked, giving a meek smile.
"Eating, usually," David replied with a cheeky grin. As Ewan shook his head in bemusement, David added, "You just seemed a bit down this morning and I remember you saying once you liked muffins, so... muffins happened at cooking club!"
A huge grin spread across Ewan's face. "That's... really cool, thank you!"
"S'okay," David said with a shrug. "Are you... okay?" he asked cautiously.
The smile quickly dropped from Ewan's face, but returned a moment later, though clearly less sincere. "Yeah, I'm... I'm fine," he insisted.
"Ugh, tell me those are for tonight!" Mark suddenly yelped as he approached David, grabbing the box of muffins.
"Some are," David nodded, snatching the box back. "But only if you're good!" he added with a grin. He spotted Ewan looking back and forth between the two of them. A thought popped into his head, but considering the way James had acted earlier, he was unsure how well it would be received. "Would it be okay if I... invited someone else to join us?" he asked Mark cautiously.
"Fuck yeah, the more the merrier!" Mark replied without even a moment of hesitation.
"Awesome!" David said, almost bouncing for joy. He looked to Ewan and asked, "What you up to after dinner?"
Ewan puffed out his cheeks and exhaled slowly. "Not much. I was maybe gonna watch Avengers for the millionth time at movie night, which sounds... fun!"
"How about joining us to watch Drag Race instead then?" David offered.
Ewan frowned and said, "I'm not really... into racing!"
Mark and David looked at each other for a moment, silently figuring out between them whether Ewan was serious. In perfect unison, they burst into laughter, though David's died down quickly as he said, "Sorry, that's... erm... it's not, like drag racing, it's... well, come and see. I reckon you'll... enjoy it!"
"Okay, I'd love to!" Ewan said, blushing at his faux pas but smiling sincerely.
"Hi sir!" Josh yelped out as he saw Mr Rudd emerge from the Sports Complex.
"Josh," Mr Rudd said with a nod to the boy.
"I was just... meeting someone," Josh said awkwardly. In reality, he had spent most of the last hour spying on the teacher while he was having his daily workout in the gym. "I literally just got here!" he added suddenly in a poor attempt to try and cover his stalking.
"Mm-huh," the man hummed incredulously. "Were you wanting me for anything in particular?" he asked, slowly edging towards the path back towards the other buildings.
"No, erm... just... just saying hi!" Josh blushed.
"Okay, well... hi," Mr Rudd said with a nod then began to move away.
"Did you... have a good workout, sir?" Josh asked, stepping along with him.
"How'd you know I was working out if you just got here?" the teacher asked, suppressing a grin.
"Oh, erm... well... erm I... erm... I might have... erm... I..." Josh stuttered, completely lost for what to say, getting increasingly flustered.
"Well I do workout every night, I guess that might be how," Mr Rudd said, enjoying seeing the boy floundering but not wanting to upset him too much. He added a playful, "Right?"
"Yeah, erm... that!" Josh nodded.
"Thinking about hitting the gym yourself?" Mr Rudd asked. He reached down and grabbed Josh's arm gently and said, "Build these up a bit maybe?"
Josh let out a whimper at the man's touch, trembling slightly and hoping desperately that he wouldn't look down to see the tenting in his sweatpants. "Erm... no sir. I'm built for speed, not strength!" he replied with a slight smile.
"Hnnh, yeah, I guess you are," Mr Rudd said, slapping the boy gently on the back. "Enjoy your evening, Josh!" he said as he walked away. "Evening Mike," he added as Mikey approached from the other direction.
"Bye sir!" Josh called out, then immediately blushed as he saw Mikey looking at him.
"Mate, that was fuckin' tragic!" Mikey said, shaking his head. "And your boner's showing!" he added loudly.
"Oh my god, SHUT UP!" Josh growled at him, glancing at the back of Mr Rudd and hoping desperately he didn't hear it.
"At least he knows your name now," Mikey teased. "And just checking, but you do know his name's Mr Rudd and not dad, right?"
"Fuck off!" Josh snapped moodily.
"Aww, relax," Mikey said, throwing an arm around Josh playfully, and struggling to keep it there as he tried to squirm free. "I'm just kidding," he said with a sincere smile.
"Ugh, get off," Josh grumbled as he shoved Mikey away. "Where you going anyway?" he asked curiously.
Mikey shrugged and said, "Some of the others are in the pool. Figured I'd join them."
"Oh, now you're done with your BOYFRIEND?" Josh asked, teasing him back.
"He's NOT my boyfriend!" Mikey snapped angrily, then added a quiet, "Not anymore!" After dinner, he had gone to call Nicky to see how things were going at Moderna ahead of the diving semi-finals the following day.
"Oh yeah, he dumped your sorry ass!" Josh sniggered.
Having Nicky away had already started to make things a bit confusing for Mikey, and having the failed relationship thrown at him too just seemed to mess with his head even more. He wanted to lash out and just punch Josh in the face, but all he could think of was Nicky and how disappointed he would be... or how scared. He frowned, shaking his head as he stared down at the ground. "Sh... shut up..." he stuttered.
"Make me!" Josh smirked, shoving Mikey's shoulder.
"Don't!" Mikey said, shaking his head, taking a step back. It felt like he was disappearing into himself, the rage growing as he felt his fists clenching. Looking round desperately, he said quietly, "I need a hug... please!" He knew it would pull him back, that grounded feeling, that sensation of being connected to someone. It was why he was so glad to be back to being friends with Chris, Nicky and Danny. The hugs came freely and often, but they were nowhere to be seen now. All he had was Josh.
"Come on, man up, ya pussy!" Josh sniggered, shoving Mikey again.
"Don't!" Mikey said weakly, almost in tears.
Josh just leaned in close, paused for a moment and whispered, "Pussy!"
Mikey's expression changed in a split second, the simmering pool of rage inside erupting out as he lunged at Josh.
Josh deftly avoided the grasp and looked momentarily panicked. He turned to run, sprinting along the front of the building before skidding around the corner. He paused to look back and immediately realised his mistake as Mikey appeared and jumped at him, knocking him to the ground to land on top of him.
"I said..." Mikey growled, punching Josh, though he thankfully managed to raise a hand to deflect it so Mikey only got a glancing blow, "DON'T!" Mikey bellowed at him punching again, but it was deflected once more.
"Hey Psycho Mikey," Josh grinned up at Mikey as he sat there, panting. "Been a while!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Mikey growled through gritted teeth.
Josh suddenly swung a leg back and managed to loop it around Mikey's head, then pulled to tip him back onto the ground, rolling with him to take the position on top, choking Mikey slightly.
Mikey flailed wildly and managed to connect a foot with the wall of the building. Using it as leverage to push away, he managed to throw Josh off of him, both boys kneeling as they faced each other. "Please stop," Mikey panted, his expression softening again for a moment.
"Nah, this is fun. I've missed this!" Josh said as he lunged to try and keep the fight going.
"Unnh," Mikey grunted as he hit the ground, but a wicked grin quickly spread across his face as he said, "You've got a fucking boner again!"
"No!" Josh grunted. "No I haven't!" he insisted, jumping away. He scurried back sitting with his back to the wall, knees pulled up to his chest, looking mortified.
"You got a fucking boner!" Mikey said, finally with the upper hand. His last desire to stop had melted away with Josh's final attack, now he just wanted to win, although he saw an opportunity to do it without throwing another punch. "You got a boner from fighting me, ya fucking twisted little perv!"
"Don't... say that!" Josh said shakily.
"Why? It's true, isn't it?" Mikey asked, squatting down in front of Josh. "Let's find out!" he said as he reached between Josh's legs, grasping for his dick.
"Don't!" Josh whimpered but remained still.
"There it is!" Mikey said as he felt the firmness in his grasp. "Wow, you're REALLY into this aren't you!" he taunted. "Loving every fucking second!"
"No!" Josh squeaked.
"So you don't want me to do this?" Mikey asked, moving his hand up and down as much as he could with it sandwiched between Josh's legs.
"N... no..." Josh stuttered, though he released his legs and let them swing apart slightly.
"Do you... want me to stop?" Mikey asked, not sure now whether he was doing something Josh wanted or something that was hurting him.
Josh's breaths were shaky and erratic, his jaw trembling as he stared at the boy groping him. "N... no," he repeated. He closed his eyes and let out a low, pleasured moan.
Still not sure what he was doing, or why he was doing it, Mikey moved to Josh's side and immediately felt the other boy's head rest on his shoulder. He continued stroking the cock, mostly just lost for what else to do. They sat holding onto each other as the stroking slowly sped up until Josh let out a whimper and Mikey felt a hint of wetness through the fabric.
Josh lifted his head and looked at Mikey, both of them looking quite shaken.
As Josh went to pull away, Mikey grabbed tightly onto his arm and said, "Please don't run away again!"
"O... okay," Josh nodded, leaning back against him.
"I don't know what that was," Mikey said shakily.
"Me neither," Josh whispered back.
Both boys sat calming down as they tried to process another confusing encounter.
"No, stop, don't do that!" the Year 13 lifeguard-on-duty called out half-heartedly, barely even giving the boys in the pool a second glance. While the older students were supposedly there to maintain order in the pool area, they usually just resorted to a simple question – is someone drowning? If yes, they took action. If no, they didn't really care.
While the pool was occupied by people swimming laps during scheduled swim club meetings, outside of that it was a free-for-all. Danny and the other Year 9s were splashing around at one end of the pool, generally just annoying each other and having fun. Despite his earlier intent to see who was at the pool he could hook up with, Danny had largely forgotten that as he messed around with the other boys.
It was only when Danny made a lunge for Adrian's speedo that things got particularly entertaining for them all.
"Ah, no you don't!" Adrian called out as he slipped away. "Hey guys, Danny thinks it's fun to steal speedos!" he reported to the other boys around them.
Not being quite as okay as Danny with full public nudity, many of the boys unconsciously reached down to grab their own, worried they may become the next target.
"Why don't we show him how that feels!" Adrian added with a wicked grin.
"What, I..." Danny started, but he was under the water before he could even object as a dozen hands grasped at him. His hands were held, his ankles too, all while his speedo was quickly yanked down and pulled away completely.
It was Rob who broke the surface brandishing the stolen clothing, swinging it around above his head in triumph.
"Fine," Danny huffed as he emerged too, panting. "I've tasted... my own medicine. Lesson learned!" He reached out for the speedo but Rob pulled it away, then tossed it over to Chris who caught it and waved at Danny.
"Come and get it!" Chris taunted.
Danny rolled his eyes, knowing exactly how this was going to go, but he played along anyway, chasing after it as it was thrown from person to person, hoots and hollers greeting his pale buttocks every time they neared the surface as he swam. "Okay, this is getting boring! I'm naked, big fucking deal, it's hardly shocking to you guys!" Danny grumbled after the tenth throw.
"Yeah, you're right," Adrian giggled. "Let's spice it up a bit!"
Danny let out a low groan.
"Hey lads!" Adrian called out to a small group of Year 7s on the other side of the pool. As they looked, he threw the speedo their way and called out, "Have you met Danny Davies?"
Danny scowled at Adrian as the rest of the Year 9s laughed. Adrian knew Danny only really struggled with nudity around younger students, somehow more embarrassed by them than the many (many) times he had been exposed to the older members of the school. "You fucker!" he growled, then swam off towards the speedo.
One of the Year 7s quickly dashed over and grabbed the floating swimwear and tossed it to a friend just before Danny reached him. "Lose something?" the boy asked as he caught them.
"Obviously!" Danny huffed.
"Come and get it!" the boy taunted.
Danny just shook his head. "I'm not playing fucking chase again. Whadda I gotta do to get them back?" he demanded, hoping his mood might actually intimidate the younger boy a little.
Two other boys quickly moved in to whisper to the boy holding the speedo as the Year 9s gathered, watching in amusement. They parted and the lead boy grinned. "Get out and do a lap of the pool. No covering up!"
Danny huffed as his friends sniggered at him. Shaking his head he sighed, "Fine!" and paddled over to the side of the pool. The moment he lifted himself out, his pert, pale bubble butt on show to the whole pool, he heard cheers from various directions. He wanted to cover up instinctively but remember the instruction from the boy and just started running.
"NO RUNNING BY THE POOL!" the lifeguard called out.
"Oh, NOW you wanna do your job!" Danny snapped back at him moodily, getting a laugh from the many spectators.
The lifeguard simply shrugged and watched as Danny continued walking.
His flaccid dick started flapping about as he walked, slapping quietly from side to side. That felt embarrassing enough, but it took barely seconds for his reluctant love of humiliation to kick in and it began to swell. The comments started immediately, which only sped up the process and by the time he finished his lap, he was sporting a full erection.
"Well?" Danny asked, standing shamelessly (if a little red-faced) in front of the Year 7s as he held out his hand expectantly.
"You can't leave him like that, lads," Adrian called out. "Maybe you should tell him to... do something about it!"
"I will fucking end you!" Danny growled at Adrian who just smiled back.
"Yeah, what he said," a Year 7 said, gesturing back at Adrian as he looked up at Danny. "Do... do the thing!" he said shyly.
Danny considered arguing back, or trying to embarrass the boy by making him say it, but all it would have done was prolong his own embarrassment. He glanced over at the lifeguard and asked grumpily, "Still nothing?"
"If you're not running or dying, I don't really care!" the older student called back, getting laughs from the few older students hanging round at that end.
"Whatever!" Danny huffed. "Fine!" he grunted again and took hold of his dick. He had cum a few times that morning, and again with Brian that afternoon, but he was certain he still had a few good loads in him for the day. Danny found himself torn between drawing it out to avoid a reputation of prematurity and doing it quick to just get it done. It amused and bemused him slightly that this was far from the first time he had needed to weigh those options.
Ultimately, the decision was made somewhat for him. The Year 7s right in front of him, the Year 9s cheering and laughing further away, the older students at the far end of the pool... all eyes were on him and it was speeding things along quite easily. As he looked round, unable to resist observing his own humiliation, he spotted Joseph, stood with another Year 12. Yet another close friend witnessing his embarrassment.
"Yeah!" "Do it!" "Shoot that load!" "What a slut!" "Did you see his butt!" "I love you Danny!" The range of shouts was non-stop and mostly indecipherable as the echoed around the pool.
"Fuck," Danny grunted as bucked his hips, fucking his fist with one final push before launching his spunk high into the air. It splashed down as the Year 7s scrambled to get out of the way, not expecting such distance, which only drew more laughter from Danny's friends.
"Take it, just don't shoot us!" the Year 7 boy sniggered as he threw the speedo to Danny who caught it and quickly pulled it on.
With cheers and laughter still ringing around, Danny dived into the pool, swam most of the width underwater and emerged next to Adrian. "You're a bastard!" he said, shaking his head.
In true Kingswood fashion, a naked masturbating boy was old news within minutes as the fun and frolicking resumed around the pool. As Danny felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned to see Joseph.
"Hey," the older boy said happily. "Nice show!"
"Thanks," Danny giggled, the annoyance now mostly faded. "How are you? Brian said you were having a... stay in bed kinda day!"
Joseph's smile faltered for a moment but quickly came back on as he said, "Yeah, just a lazy one. Figured a swim would be nice. Never expected entertainment too!"
"Well, I aim to please!" Danny said with a grin.
"Surprised you're even here," Joseph said, frowning slightly. "Thought you'd be with Brian!"
"Don't worry, I... did him earlier," Danny grinned, elbowing Joseph playfully under the water as he gave an over-exaggerated wink.
"I didn't mean for sex," Joseph smirked. "He basically bullied everyone on third floor to vote for his favourite movie. I figured you'd be watching it with him!"
"His favourite movie's Die Hard!" Danny scoffed.
"No!" Joseph insisted, shaking his head. "That's what he TELLS people his favourite movie is cos you know he's got that whole `people can't know I have a heart' thing going on. Call Me By Your Name is his actual favourite. You know that!"
"I didn't!" Danny insisted, then gasped a little as his face dropped. "He... asked me to come to movie night... and I said it was shit!"
"Dude, harsh!" Joseph said, shaking his head.
"Why didn't he tell me?" Danny asked, looking thoroughly crestfallen. "Wait, maybe... fuck..."
"What?" Joseph asked, stroking his arm.
"I think he did tell me, kinda... or he was trying to and I just... ugh, I suck so much!" Danny said sadly. "I gotta go!" He rushed out without even saying goodbye to the others.
Ewan knocked gently on the open door to dorm 1.09 and cautiously stepped inside. Mark and David both looked his way and waved him over excitedly.
"Come on, we're ready to start," David said happily. "I managed to get another episode so we've two hours of fabulousness and shade!"
Ewan frowned at the choice of words as he approached and said, "But it's already dark!"
David and Mark looked at each other again and laughed for a moment before David reached out and grabbed Ewan's hand. "Oh, so innocent!" he smiled.
Ewan shrugged, but blushed slightly at the physical contact before looking at the sofas. Two of them had been pushed together to allow the two boys to sit side-by-side with their feet up, David's laptop sat in front of them. "Erm, where should... I sit?" he asked shyly, glancing at a desk chair off to the side.
"Right here!" David insisted, shuffling over until he was virtually on Mark's lap, patting the vacant space he had just made.
"Smooth," Mark muttered under his breath.
"What?" David asked, looking round suddenly.
"Nothing, carry on!" Mark smirked.
Ewan hopped over the arm of the sofa and got into position, happily nestled against David.
"Laptop, play!" David called out.
"It has voice control?" Ewan asked, clearly impressed.
Mark sniggered and shook his head. "Not quite," he said as he leaned forward to hit play. "He's just trained me well!"
"He's got the big, giant arms, ya see," David explained with a shrug, then raised his own arm and said, "Not like me. Mine barely reach my hands!" As Ewan giggled, David let the arm drop around him.
Mark had to hold back a smirk at the move, not wanting to say anything again.
"So what even is this?" Ewan asked as the show started.
"Just... watch!" David said with a grin.
Within minutes, Ewan was utterly transfixed, staring at the screen silently the whole way through both episodes of the drag show, despite David and Mark's constant chatter and discussion.
As the credits rolled on the second episode, Mark looked slyly at David and repeated the show's final catchphrase, "If you can't love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love somebody else?" He nudged David on the last two words as he nodded in Ewan's direction.
"So what did you think?" David asked, pretty sure he already knew the answer.
Ewan turned slowly to face David and just shook his head in disbelief as he said, "I... love it!"
The two stared at each other for a moment and only broke the gaze as Mark started to move. "Oh, would ya look at the time," he said with a wry grin. "I really need to get going!"
"But this is YOUR dorm!" Ewan exclaimed, confused.
"Yup, SO late," Mark said, ignoring the perfectly valid argument as he vaulted over the back of the sofa. He faked a yawn, stretching over-exaggeratedly. "Catch ya next episode Ewan. David, see ya. Have fun!"
Before the two smaller boys could question him, he dashed out of the room and closed the door behind him.
"So you... really liked it then?" David asked, always excited to find someone else who shared his interests.
"It's... so stupid, but... amazing too!" Ewan said, slightly bewildered.
"Hey, just like you!" David sniggered.
Ewan stared, jaw agape for a moment before he declared, "Shade!" then smiled awkwardly and asked, "Did I use that right?"
"You did, it was and I'm not even sorry!" David giggled.
"So. Rude!" Ewan snapped, grabbing at David. The two rolled around for a few moments, each trying to tickle the other. They had learned weeks ago in a similarly adorable argument that they were both ticklish.
"No, geddoff!" David squawked, though he made no real attempt to get away. "Ha!" he declared as he managed to get the upper hand, tickling Ewan into submission before pinning him to the sofa with his hands either side of his head.
They stopped, both breathless, their heaving breaths perfectly in time with each other as David stared down at Ewan. David leaned down as Ewan raised up slightly and their lips met, just for the briefest of moments.
Ewan flopped back down, breathing even more heavily as he began to look agitated. "No!" he whined, nudging David off. He sat up and shook his head and muttered, "This is bad, this is bad, this is SO bad!" He looked over at a mildly alarmed David and added, "I'm sorry. I... I..."
"It's okay, that was... nice!" David said nervously.
"No, it was bad!" Ewan insisted. "I'm sorry, that shouldn't have happened!" he said, then glanced at the door and said, "I have to go!"
"No, you... you can..." David started, but Ewan had already jumped over the arm of the sofa and started for the door.
"S... see ya... erm... bye!" Ewan said before he left, leaving David completely lost.
Danny hurried into the third floor Common Room. While he would usually have been met by a wall of sound from the lively room, Saturday nights were always movie night which meant very few people used the room aside from those watching the current film being shown. The few boys using the tables and booths usually remained respectfully quiet so as not to disturb the movie-goers.
As he looked over at the sofas and armchairs lined up in the makeshift cinema, he spotted Brian on one of the two-seaters, curled up on his side watching the movie. Not wanting to cause a scene Danny pulled out his phone and typed out a message. [Hey sorry to disturb. I'm over by the door!!]
Brian pulled out his phone as he felt it vibrate, looking at it discretely to avoid disturbing any of the others. He quickly looked up and spotted Danny. As quietly as he could, he got up and walked to Danny, silently leading him across to one of the empty booths. "Run out of people to fuck?" Brian asked a little coldly, though he sighed after, clearly not happy with his own choice of words.
"Okay, I deserve that," Danny said quietly. "I'm sorry," he said awkwardly.
"You don't need to be," Brian said, a little unconvincingly.
"Yeah I do," Danny insisted. "You asked me to watch your favourite movie with you and I called it shit and went off to... well, do things!"
Brian scoffed, frowning a little as he said, "Die Hard's my favourite..." he paused and let out a low growl. "Fucking Joe!" he muttered.
Danny smirked but did his best to conceal it. "Maybe I can... finish watching with you," he said, gesturing over to the other side of the room.
"It's pretty much finished," Brian shrugged.
"Oh," Danny pouted. "Erm... maybe we could watch it together tomorrow instead. I mean... that's if you can handle watching it twice in one weekend... with it being your favourite!" He gave a cheeky grin.
"You are SO lucky I love you!" Brian said, shaking his head at the younger teen's teasing. "Fine, tomorrow, it's a date!"
"Good," Danny smiled. "And I love you too!"
Josh was lying in bed by the time the others returned from the pool, the covers pulled up to his face so he was only visible from the nose up. He watched as Chris and Rob said good night to some other Year 9s at the door before being joined by Danny as they wandered in. They all dispersed quickly, with Danny heading for his wardrobe and Chris heading for Mikey, Mark and David on the sofas while Rob climbed up the ladder to Josh's bunk.
"Hey dickhead," Rob greeted Josh as he flopped on top of him.
"Ugh, fuck," Josh grunted at the weight of the other boy. "What you been doing? Pie-eating contest, ya fat bastard?"
"Hey!" Rob snapped in mock anger. "I'm curvy and it's beautiful so shut your whore mouth!" The others glanced over but shrugged it off, knowing it was just the way the two boys were with each other. "And I was at the pool. I thought you might join us after you finished stalking Mr Rudd!"
"I wasn't stalking, I was just..." he paused, trying to think of an excuse, but came up blank and just grunted, "Fuck off!"
"You okay?" Rob asked, genuinely concerned for a moment.
Josh considered admitting that he wasn't, but what exactly could he say? He had absolutely no understanding of what had happened with Mikey, so how could he even begin to explain it to someone else? That difficulty aside, he simply didn't want to talk about it. "I'm fine," he insisted, then quickly added, "Didn't join ya cos I bumped into Mikey instead, that's all!"
"Oh, did he help ya stalk your future husband?" Rob asked with a snigger.
"Eww!" Josh snapped. "No, eww, I don't... LIKE Mr Rudd. I just..." he paused, once again lost for how to explain something beyond explanation. He let out a confused whimper.
Rob pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment, then leaned down to hug Josh.
"What are you doing?" Josh pouted.
"Hugging you, ya giant twatwaffle!" Rob snapped.
"Fucking loser," Josh grunted, but as Rob went to move away he grabbed him tightly and whispered, "I didn't say stop!"
Rob laid for a moment holding his best friend when an idea popped into his head to cheer him up. "Oh my god," he called out as he sat up. "You're not gonna believe what you missed at the pool!" he said deliberately loud enough to be heard right across the dorm.
The boys who had not been at the pool suddenly perked up, listening, while Chris sniggered and Danny just let out a low growl.
"Danny went streaking and then jerked off and for a bunch of year sevens and nearly splashed `em with spunk!" Rob called out, watching a grin spread Josh's face .
"That's a bit of an exaggeration!" Danny grumbled.
"Wait, Danny exposed himself to the entire pool, then shot his load over a year seven?" Josh asked, sitting up.
"That's not..." Danny started.
"Yeah, exposed himself to HALF the school then spunked in a year sevens face. Nearly took out an eye!" Rob continued.
"Fuck!" Josh exclaimed as Danny sat there seething. "Danny got naked in front of the ENTIRE school, then killed a year seven with his cum shot. Oh my fucking god!"
"Okay, that's just straight-up wrong!" Danny pouted.
"And so is murder, Danny!" Rob called back, shaking his head disapprovingly as he started to climb down form Josh's bunk.
"Poor innocent year seven," Josh said, shaking his head as he followed. "He never saw it coming!"
Josh and Rob looked at each other as the accidental pun hit them both and they burst into utter hysterics as they headed for the sofas and jumped on top of a thoroughly-annoyed Danny.
"Year seven killer!" Josh giggled as he was thrown onto the floor.
"Speaking of Year sevens," David interjected before Danny could argue back. "You all ready for next week?"
The other boys all looked at each other curiously before it hit them. Year 7 interviews for the 2022/23 student intake were coming up... the boys they would have to mentor!
"Fuck off, that's not next week!" Josh exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "It's still, like, two months away!" he said incredulously.
"It WAS two months away," David said, shaking his head, then smirked as he finished, "Two months ago!"
"Fuck!" Josh exclaimed, dropping into a seat, ignoring the fact that Chris was already in it.
"It just... doesn't seem possible!" Danny said, looking almost as shocked as Josh. "I'm SO not ready for this!"
"Yeah, I can't mentor a year seven!" Josh said in shock. "I still AM a year seven!"
"Yeah, but don't worry, the pubes'll kick in any day now!" Rob said, getting a laugh from everyone as Josh just pouted.
"Do we... get to say no if we're not ready?" Mikey asked nervously.
"Oh my god!" Chris said, jumping to his feet. He moved away slightly then looked back, shaking his head at the others. "How are you not all more excited about this?" he asked incredulously. "I mean... we're getting our own little minions!"
"I don't think they like us calling them that!" David said quietly.
"Fine, we each get our own little... mini-me!" Chris said excitedly. "It's like getting a little brother!"
"Hey, that role's already taken!" David said, having long accepted his role in the dorm.
As the others laughed, Chris shook his head and said, "It's freaking amazing!" He looked to Rob and said, "You know what it's like, right? You've got Milo!"
"Milo's awesome!" Rob said, smiling fondly.
"Have you got any brothers or sisters?" David asked Mark, then pouted a little and said, "Sorry, I feel like we should know that already!"
"You probably would if my first week hadn't been so fucked up by you bunch of little drama queens!" Mark said, finally starting to feel comfortable enough around the others to tease them.
"Drama queens?" David yelped before anyone else could respond. He jumped to his feet as he screamed louder, "DRAMA QUEENS? HOW VERY DARE YOU!" He swung his hand hard, backhanding Mark who fell away, grasping his cheek.
The others stared in shock, not quite sure what they had just witnessed.
Mark suddenly grinned as he offered David a high five and said, "We're getting really good at those!" The rest of the boys let out a collective sigh of relief at the stage slap. "You should really consider joining drama club!"
"Sure, I can probably fit that in around my other ten!" David giggled.
"Ha true," Mark smirked. "And no, no brothers or sisters," he said, then looked a little dour.
"Okay, I don't know what this is," Rob said, pointing from Mark to David and back, "But I don't like it!"
"Right!" Josh agreed, nodding. "We're the scene-stealers here!"
"Yeah, and don't you forget it!" Rob scowled mockingly at Mark. "Or you'll get shivved... although I... don't really know what that is!"
Josh shrugged and said, "Danny's probably done it to someone!"
Danny stared, jaw agape for a moment before he muttered, "How did I get involved in this?"
"Twice!" Rob added to Josh's playful insult, getting more laughs.
"See!" Chris exclaimed with a dopey grin. "We're totally ready to be mentors! So mature!"
"Well, Kingswood's doomed!" David said, shaking his head. "May as well burn the place to the ground right now!"
"I'll go grab the matches," Mark said, elbowing David playfully.
It was shortly before lights-out and most of the dorm were having their usual pre-bedtime manic rush to get ready before incurring the wrath of Mr Trent. David was sat alone on the dorm's sofas, mulling over the Ewan situation. Following their kiss earlier, and Ewan's unhappy departure, David had seen him hide in a toilet cubicle when he walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth several minutes earlier. As he deliberated the issue, Chris approached looking conspicuously inconspicuous.
"Hey, erm... has Mikey said anything?" Chris asked, sitting slyly down beside David. Checking Mikey wasn't within range, he leaned in close and added, "About another, like, gameshow night downstairs?"
David leaned in close, gesturing for Chris to lean in too. As Chris' face lit up, clearly expecting some good news, David whispered, "Why don't you ask him yourself?" then sniggered as he pulled away.
Chris huffed and shook his head. "He told me if I asked about it again he'd rip my nuts off and slap me with `em... and that just doesn't sound very fun!" He got a giggle from David. "I thought you might know, cos you, like... work with him and stuff on this and on other... projects!" He gave a thoroughly unsubtle wink.
Rolling his eyes, David shook his head again and said, "Nope, not said anything to me. Why you so bothered anyway? Can't you just humiliate yourself somewhere else?"
"No!" Chris scowled, but then gave a slight smile as he said, "Well, yeah. I can and I probably will but... it's the COK I'm after!" He raised and hand and quickly added, "And save the jokes! You know the COK I mean! The money kind!"
The Currency of Kingswood, or COK as it was known, because of course it was, had made up the prize for the strip poker night Mikey had organised at the start of term.
"Why?" David asked, shrugging curiously.
Chris looked round again, though what he was about to say was so utterly not a secret. "For the Milker!" he said with a keen nod, referring to the milking/edging/teasing contraption in one of the Underground's playrooms. "That shit is expensive and I want a proper go on it, but... saving up the normal way is SO fucking slow!"
David shrugged and said, "Sorry, no news on a new game."
Chris' eyes narrowed as he looked at David, sensing there was more. "Buuuuut?" he prompted him.
David sighed thoughtfully. There was many things David kept from his dormmates – his feelings (and suspicions) about Ewan, his secret stash of x-rated videos from Mikey's business the previous year, the fact he was secretly recording many of the dorm's sexual activities – but there was one more recent secret that he figured it might be safe to share with Chris, given his desires.
"Okay, so," David said, now taking his turn to check for eavesdroppers. "When I arranged the ticket sales for strip poker, I got access to the COK systems so I could take peoples' payments and pay out the prizes and stuff," he explained to a slightly confused Chris. "And I started nosing around, because... well, it's a computer and that's what I do!"
"Of course!" Chris nodded.
"Now... transactions to the sex shop are difficult, because they're an actual purchase and the stock has to come from somewhere that costs real, actual money, so that side of the system is like... really carefully monitored and tied to the school's finance systems, which I obviously stayed away from!" David continued.
"Obviously!" Chris agreed, though by this point he wasn't really following that much.
"But transactions for things like room bookings and that sorta stuff, well... COK paid on that is removed from peoples' accounts and then just kinda... erased," David explained. "It's quite interesting actually. The whole system is mostly in place to stop people spending TOO much time down in the Underground cos we're all supposed to be about healthy balance and stuff."
"You have a strange idea of what interesting means," Chris frowned, eyes narrowing.
David rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll cut to the chase. I amended things so that COK doesn't get erased when it's spent when rooms are booked. Instead, it transfers into a hidden account that only I have access to. Nobody'll ever miss it, because as far as they know, it's just gone anyway, so nobody'sll ever catch on."
"So that means..." Chris started, pausing as he thought he knew what David was getting at but wanted him to confirm it.
"I'm loaded!" David grinned. "Or... I will be when people spend a bit more. It's been quiet recently cos of SCIPS stuff at the weekends!"
"So if you're loaded..." Chris said, prompting David.
"I can look after my mates. Yup!" David nodded. "I can give you all the COK you need to play with your toy!"
"Oh my god!" Chris said, a little louder than intended, but nobody seemed to be paying attention. He lowered his voice and said, "Oh my god, this is fucking incredible!"
"I know right," David grinned. "You want The Milker? Give it a bit of time for the funds to build up and it's all yours!"
"Ugh, I could kiss you!" Chris said, almost bouncing for joy.
"Yeah, you probably shouldn't," David said softly, thinking about how Ewan had reacted to it, though Chris was too excited to notice his obvious concern.
Please note there will be no new chapter posted next week. Instead I will be posting the book 3 bonus story `Kingswood Interview Week' on my patreon page over the course of the week. It will show the misadventures of the boys as they take part in interview week and will give a sneak peek at the new boys who will be showing up as Year 7s in book four. Don't worry, although Interview Week is a patreon-exclusive, any essential information will still be shown in the main books as they progress so you won't miss anything important! New chapters of The Kingswood Effect will resume with Chapter 21 the week after.
If you have any questions or comments, my email is always open at matterotica@hotmail.co.uk. Alternatively, I can be found on patreon where I also post my stories, along with bonus content and exclusives, at patreon.com/matterotica
If you wish to read any of my other stories, please see below for links
The Kingswood Saga
Tales from Kingswood (Book 1)– https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/
Half-Term at Kingswood (Book 1 bonus story) – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/
The Kingswood Eight (Book 2) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-kingswood-eight/
A Very Kingswood Easter (Book 2 bonus story) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/a-very-kingswood-easter/
The Benny Saga (in reading order)
Benny Takes Control – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/
The Dangers of Desire – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/
Benny's House – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/
Other Series
Possession – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/
Jack Hamilton – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/
Phil's Naked Adventures – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/
One-shots
The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction
Jake's Exposure – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure
Becoming an Internet Master – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master
Brian's Big Mistake – http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake
And Then It Got Worse – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse
Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity