The lads at Saint Augustine's School:
Hidden in the center of the English countryside, Saint Augustine's school was a renowned boarding institution for boys aged eleven to nineteen. The main building, a grand centuries-old structure reminiscent of an English manor, boasted intricate Gothic Tudor designs with pointed arches, leaded windows, and decorative stonework.
Surrounding the main building were other facilities. Dormitories, although more modern, maintained the charm of the original building. There were two each for under-18 and senior students. There was also the chapel, an ancient stone structure representing the school's history, complete with a weathered facade and a bell still ringing to close each class.
The school's robust sports teams were a source of pride, boasting well-maintained playing fields. This prestigious establishment was a long-time home to a young man named Thomas Bates, who enrolled at 11 and now, 18, was highly familiar with its layout. Cocky and resourceful, Bates was known for his skills in acquiring things, even if not always through spending money.
"Hurry up, Thomas! This was supposed to be a quickie!" said Josh.
Thrusting away behind him, the sound of their bodies colliding in the dimly-lit storage room.
"Be patient, Josh," I said, breathing heavily between thrusts.
"Quiet! I hear someone coming," Josh whispered.
I paused, my rock-hard dick nestled between Josh's muscular cheeks. His anus tightened around me.
"It's clear. Carry on," he said.
I continued to thrust rapidly, sliding in and out of him.
"I'm close," I desperately uttered, in between gasps for breath.
I felt my legs tremble, my tensed muscles, and then a wave of pleasure hit. I erupted in his ass, groaning loudly and dramatically as I came.
Catching my breath, I slowly withdrew from Josh, pulled up my underwear, and smoothed out my shirt.
"Thanks, Josh. That was perfect timing," I commented.
Josh fixed his pants and turned to face me, coughing to clear his throat.
I reached into my pocket and drew out a piece of paper with a phone number written on it.
"Come on, give it to me," he demanded.
We had been at Saint Augustine's for a long time, and Josh was enamored with a classmate, Ryan, residing in a separate dorm.
By sheer luck, I had Ryan's phone number, and Josh made a mistake by openly promising to do anything for it.
I held the paper and teased him with it, tossing it in the air, before finally relinquishing it.
"C'mon, man, I need the bathroom, your essence is starting to seep out," he groused.
"Okay, okay," I agreed, feeling lenient.
"Here, but if Ryan declines your call, that's on you," I warned.
"Sure, sure. That's fine," he said hurriedly.
I handed him the paper.
"Wait five minutes before joining me outside."
Josh nodded, in a haste, focused on his reward.
After setting the paper in his hands, I quietly exited the cramped storage room and carefully peeked out. No one was in sight, so I left him with the prize and headed back to class where a calculus lesson was taking place.
I entered the crowded room with its desks neatly arranged in narrow aisles. Suddenly, I found myself the center of attention.
"Master Bates," the teacher bellowed.
The students snickered, further embarrassing me. If only this nickname would go away.
"Thomas, you've been gone for fifteen minutes. Perhaps more fiber in your diet," Mr. Elliot suggested, smirking at his own joke.
The room echoed with laughter at his half-hearted attempt to embarrass me.
"I apologize, sir, I got stuck behind someone while returning," I replied, grinning at my own little joke.
Meeting Josh on my way to the bathroom was a lovely distraction. Coming from a boys' school, satisfaction of our primitive urges was a necessity, whether it was straight or gay.
The sound of the antique chapel bell echoed around the school.
"All classes dismissed," Professor Elliot said after hearing it.
As we all stood to leave, the headmaster of Saint Augustine himself, Mr. Griffiths, walked in.
"Afternoon, everyone. Before you leave for your next lesson, I'd like to quickly present the newest member of our class," he said confidently.
He moved aside to reveal the person behind him, who then stepped out.
"This is Ethan Turner," the headmaster declared, placing his hand on his shoulder.
Everyone glanced over at him. He was tall, around six feet, slender, with thick wavy black hair, brown eyes, and a dimpled chin.
"Could anyone volunteer to show Ethan around and show him the school?" he asked.
The room fell silent with no volunteers, so Professor Elliot offered me up.
"Would you like to take him around, Bates?" the headmaster said.
A tour guide or a babysitter were the last things I needed, but it seemed I had no choice.
"Sure, sir," I muttered.
"Excellent," he exclaimed and exited Ethan in the doorway.
As the pupils all streamed out, only Ethan, Professor Elliot, and I remained.
"Ready then?" I asked, sighing.
"And to whom do I say thank you for volunteering me?" I asked to Professor Elliot, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
He smiled back wryly. It almost seemed as though he disliked me.
Ethan and I left the classroom and headed down the hallway to our next lesson.
"Hello, I'm Ethan," he shyly said introducing himself.
"Ah, yes. I'm Thomas," I said brashly.
"Apologies, of course you remember," Ethan said nervously.
I realised I was unloading my annoyance on him, which wasn't fair.
"Sorry Ethan, I didn't mean it like that. If you need any assistance, I'm your guy."
"Thanks, so where are we off to?"
"P.E, rugby practice, so bring your kit."
"Wait, what?" he exclaimed, his face filled with fear.
"It's a joke, man."
When we finally reached the changing rooms, many of my peers were changing into their kits, with one or two gawking at Ethan, eyeing him like fresh meat.
I left my bag by the bench and went over to the shelves where they kept the shorts and shirts. I examined Ethan's frame before grabbing a set of shorts and a shirt I thought would fit him.
"Try these," I said, flinging them at him.
We began to change, and I noticed that some in the room kept staring at Ethan.
He was in good shape, slender but with nice muscular arms, chest, and abs. I wouldn't mind sharing a bunk with him.
As everyone finished changing, we all left for the rugby field. The coach divided us into two teams and took up position.
When we began to play, the rain started pouring down, heavy and cold. The coach remained undeterred by this and shouted at us to keep playing.
As we continued, we all became more and more soaked from the wet grass and tackles. By the end of the match, no one was dry, only covered in mud from head to toe.
"Time to shower, lads!" the coach yelled.
One by one, we made our way back into the changing room and began to peel off our wet, muddy clothes. Some had to share showers due to their being broken or not functioning.
"Ready?" I asked, walking to the showers.
"Before you go, Ethan, tell Thomas that it was excellent of him to volunteer him for his introduction," Professor Elliot said as he passed by.
"Right, I'll do it now," Ethan whispered apologetically as we entered the showers.
Our senior shower area was aged with cracked tile floors and rusty pipes. The showers had stopped functioning, requiring us to huddle beneath one for complete coverage.
I glanced over at Ethan's athletic figure and assured myself we would get along just fine.
Without a doubt, there was plenty of pushing and shoving in order to fit underneath the steaming hot water. Additionally, it was an ideal opportunity for some of the lads to grab a little 'skinship' with each other.
As the naked bodies brushed against one another, erections popped up faster than weeds in a field. Some boys were desperate to release some of their built-up adrenaline. It wasn't uncommon to see a variety of sexual activity taking place in the showers, such as wrist strokes, lending a hand, and solitary endeavors all happening at the same time.
"I hope you're not too modest, Ethan," I said over my shoulder as I squeezed my way between two boys fighting for the hot water.
"Uh, no," he replied, glancing around at all the naked bodies and shuffling closer to me so our wet bodies were now touching.
"Beware, these lads can be a bit grabby," I teased.
"I can see that," he remarked, observing the two individuals in front of him jerking each other off.
"Well, you know what they say, when in Rome. Would you like to give it a go, Ethan? You up for a hand job?"
Ethan glanced at me before looking down at my semi-erect penis. Timidly, he reached out with his hand and wrapped it around my cock, beginning to jerk it. I imitated him and touched him, his hardening penis now in my hand.
I observed Ethan's face as he took in the sight of all the hard dicks being stroked around him. I could feel his excitement increasing in my fingers.
It didn't take long before the chorus of orgasms erupted. Moans and groans filled the air as ropes of cum poured down the drain from every angle. After each boy climaxed, they left the shower area to change, leaving only Ethan and me.
My arm was starting to ache from the prolonged masturbation, but Ethan showed no signs of stopping. I glanced at him and he glared back at me, his gaze replaced with a determined stare. If I didn't know better, I'd say he viewed this as a challenge.
Let the game begin, I thought. We shifted our stance so we were now facing each other, one arm reaching out to grab the other person's shoulder.
It all happened in slow motion – Ethan's facial expression transitioned from determination to climax, and he was no longer able to hold back. He emitted warm spurts of his semen onto my leg.
Knowing I won, I released his arm and faced him with my own load, coating his lower abdomen.
I lifted his hand and held it high, the crowd roared in approval. He exhibited such a strong competitor.
"Well done, Ethan. I'm impressed," I said.
"Thanks, I've never jerked someone else off before," he responded.
The group dispersed, and we cleaned up the puddles of semen from our bodies.
After leaving the showers, we started to dry ourselves off with towels from a cart outside the shower area.
"So, are showers always like this?" Ethan asked.
"Pretty much, you'll find us older boys are quite horny," I joked.
We dressed and exited the changing rooms. The school day was officially over, so Ethan and I had all the time in the world. I delivered on my promise of giving him a tour of the school.
We walked and conversed, and I showed him where all the classrooms were, the store room in case he needed some private time during classes, and finally finished with a tour of the dormitory.
The dormitory showed itself as a commodious space, housing neat rows of sturdy wooden bunk beds set upon an aged parquet floor. Between each bed sat a chest of drawers, where clothes and personal items could be stored.
Some beds were inhabited, boys indulging in music via headphones or reading a book.
We strolled past row after row until we reached my bunk.
"Well, this is me, there's a free one opposite if you want it."
"Thanks."
Ethan dropped his school bag by the vacant bunk, then sat down on his new bed, while I leaned against the bunk bed frame.
"One more thing, privacy is nonexistent here," I informed him.
"Thanks for the warning."
"Alright, I'll leave you to get settled in, I'll see you later," I said.
"Sure, thanks again for the tour," Ethan replied, solemnly gazing at what would now be his new abode.
There's always a look of sadness – a look I've witnessed countless times – when that realization hits: this is your life now.
I departed Ethan and went for a stroll, where I bumped into Josh in the hallway.
"Hey, Josh, have you dialed that number yet?"
"No, haven't done it yet. I'm not quite sure what to say. I figured it'd be simpler to call him than meeting in person since I want his number.
"Here, give me your phone."
Josh reached inside his pocket and handed over his phone.
I opened his messaging app and swiftly composed a message before sending it. Within a few seconds, his phone buzzed, and a quick response came back.
"What does it say?" Josh anxiously asked.
"He's willing to meet."
"Him really?" Josh's eyes gleamed.
"What did you write?"
"I just told him I thought he had the most impressive behind in school and you could blow him away with your talents, and he'd be crazy not to give it a shot."
"What!" Josh exclaimed, aghast.
"Oh, Josh, I'm just joking. All I said was you got his number from me and if he's up for it, let's arrange a meeting."
Josh took his phone back.
"You see, the doors of communication are open. All you need to do is select a time and a place."
"Thanks mate, I owe you one."
Josh stared at his phone, while I made my way out of the dormitory block and strolled towards the old chapel.
Back in the day, the seniors would terrorize the first years with tall tales, like how every old headmaster was buried under the chapel, and every night, their spirits would patrol the building, tormenting anyone who remained behind after curfew.
The seniors loved frightening the first years, but this meant that the seniors could move around unseen at night.
I continued towards the cold, draughty chapel, which made me wonder how such a creepy place could survive for so long. Dating back to the dark ages, the chapel was older than the dorm block, and lacked any modern heating.
As I got closer, I noticed the chapel gradually resembled the past, as if the building itself was getting older and colder and closer to its timeline.
I arrived at the chapel and pushed open the heavy oak doors, stepping inside the dark passageway. The eerie silence made me wonder if I was the only one who'd visited this forsaken place in decades.
The dull stone floor echoed my footsteps, and as I headed to the storage room, I imagined centuries of strangers treading the same floor I was now.
Almost there, I heard my footsteps double, giving me the sense that my shadow was being followed, but why would anyone follow me? So I picked up my pace, not wanting to wait for this mystery follower.
I rushed into one of the chambers, shutting the door firmly, and crouched behind it waiting to see if my stalker would join me.
When the door squeaked open, I tensed, prepared for a surprise, but it was simply Ethan, the new boy from the dorm.
"What are you doing here, and why are you following me?" I barked.
"I didn't know what to do after you left. You're the only person I know here so far. Some guys at the dorm, they kept staring at me," Ethan mumbled, looking down at his shoes, embarrassed.
"Boys can be real dirtbags, but being new means you're their prime target."
"Guess so," Ethan mumbled.
"Just stay away from me, Ethan."
"I won't, I swear," he said quietly.
"Wait a minute, what's your background?" I asked.
"My background?" he repeated.
"Yeah, what's your story?"
"I just moved here, so I don't have a much of a story to share. Basically I'm just a normal guy with normal parents and a normal life."
I went to the nearest shelf, grabbed a large candle, and lit it with my lighter. The light flickered and cast beautiful patterns on the walls, but I couldn't focus on it for long as Ethan was still standing there.
I climbed onto the old desk chair that stood close to the window, pulled a tattered pack of cigarettes from my pocket and slowly extracted one. Holding it up, I lit it and sat back, inhaling the sweet tobacco, before exhaling the smoke out the window.
Turning my gaze on Ethan, I said, "So you're new here, what brought you here?"
"I'm from a small town down in the south, wanted to get away from the family drama. I live with my dad and stepmom who are always arguing and fighting. Didn't know I could leave before, but I had a few friends who convinced me to come here for a change of pace."
"Why here?"
"I left all my stuff back home, didn't have any clue where to go. I'll figure it out soon I hope," he said with a nervous laugh.
"Good luck to you, kid. It's not so bad here, once you find your people."
I turned to the window and smoked in silence, leaving Ethan to his thoughts, but he said, "I'm sorry, Aaron. I didn't mean to follow you."
My eyes darted to him. "Don't see why you're apologizing. It's not like you did anything wrong."
"True, but it felt weird."
I nodded. "I was only kidding with that message anyways. If I had meant it, things could've gotten real messy."
"I get that, Aaron. It's just... weird following an upperclassman."
I sighed. "Just don't follow me again. It's kind of creepy."
"Understood."
As I smoked, Ethan retreated from the room, and I found myself reminiscing about my own freshman year, how nervous I was, and how everyone felt like they were stalking me. Times have changed now that I'm an upperclassman, seeing others re-experience the same jitters. But it's all fine. They'll settle, just like I did.
I shut off the candle, lit a new cigarette, and closed the window, the cold air sweeping in briefly as I exhaled and watched the smoke get lost to the sky. The last thing that happened wasn't freshman year, and it's not so uncommon or even embarrassing now, just like how that message wasn't a real come-on. We were just messing around and nobody got hurt. Now it's time for dinner. I went back to the dorms, hoping Josh got his date set up. Another favor had been cashed in. The night was still young, so I ditched the cigarette, deciding to sleep at the old chapel instead of the warmth and noise of the dorms. To be completely alone amidst these stone walls and centuries of history helped me recenter and prepare for another stage in this version of life at the school.
"So, how did you wind up here, man?" I inquired, lighting up another cigarette and puffing out some smoke rings.
"I suppose it's the same as everyone else. My dad got a new job in the big city, with more money, and thought it'd be beneficial if I got a private education. My mother... well, she was so caught up in her own affairs that she didn't want to bother with keeping me around."
"The usual tale, huh?"
I felt a tiny pang of empathy for Ethan. It was a familiar story.
Similar to my own, my parents had enough money, but they pretended they didn't have a child. They were always traveling the world, leaving me here and never looking back.
I guess that's why I'm the way I am—always looking out for number one, because no one else will.
There was a moment of quiet reminiscing about our pathetic childhoods.
"Mind if I have one of those?" Ethan interjected, breaking the silence.
I took the cigarette out of my mouth and stared at it for a moment before putting it back in.
My quick trip down memory lane reminded me of who I am.
"I'm not interested in giving charitably. What do you have to trade in return? Food, cash, equipment?"
"Um, nothing really."
"Too bad for you then," I said, offering him a glimpse into my past.
Ethan looked dejected at the floor.
"Let's see, if you don't have anything physical to trade, perhaps you're open to other means of trading."
"Other ways?"
I leaned back and casually unzipped the fly of my trousers.
"If you want this, then you need to earn it. That's just how it is when you have nothing to offer."
"What do you want me to do?" Ethan asked, quite naïvely.
I smiled, stood up and offered him the cigarette before saying:
"Well, if you have nothing significant to barter, perhaps there are other ways you might be willing to exchange."
"Other ways?"
I took another cigarette from the pack and placed it on my knee.
"If you want this, then you need to prove you're worth it. That's how it works, especially when you haven't got anything at your disposal."
"What do you want me to do?" Ethan questioned, unsure of his next steps.
I leaned over and started undoing my pants.
"Okay, if you're not willing to hand over something of value, let's see if there's anywhere else you're willing to invest your time."
"What do you want me to do?" Ethan asked, seeming genuinely surprised by my proposition.
I grimaced. "I want you to make me hard, Ethan."
Ethan hesitated, then focused on my crotch. "Shouldn't you be... hard?"
"As I said, you've got to earn it," I replied, not one bit perturbed.
Ethan nodded and tentatively touched my dick, rubbing my balls through the fabric of my pants. His hand moved down to my erect member, tracing along its length.
He firmed his fingers around the base of my penis.
I could already feel the effects of his touch.
"Hmm, I think you're getting there now," I said, my voice filled with enthusiasm.
Ethan lifted his gaze to look at me, then quickly returned it to my crotch. "But shouldn't you be—"
"Not my concern. Make me hard, Ethan," I urged as I felt myself getting more aroused.
Ethan looked back at my dick and ran his fingers along it. His fingers brushed against his knuckles as he traced me.
I sensed Ethan's anxiety and pulled down his gaze to look as he handled my sizable member.
"Keep at it. I'm almost there," I encouraged.
Ethan nodded and continued to stroke my cock.
His lips open slightly and he gazed at the growing erection in front of him.
He moved his lips and touched it with his tongue. His mouth followed the length of my dick and his cheeks started to hollow out as he formed a tight seal around my dick.
He began to nod his head up and down, sucking me off.
I inhaled deeply, took a drag from my cigarette, and slumped against the wall.
"Looks like you're close," Ethan said, noticing how close I was.
"Keep your teeth to yourself, lest you embarrass yourself," I cautioned, not about to ruin it for me.
Ethan continued sucking and swirling his tongue around my member. It had become so engorged and needed a release.
When his head bobbed back and forth, I grabbed his hair to keep from falling back.
I was panting and puffing out smoke on either side of my mouth. My back arched, and my hands reached out. I plunged my fingers into his hair, forced his head down, and pushed it further into me.
I grabbed my balls and, in a breath of ecstasy, I erupted into his mouth. "Aaaahh!" I groaned, climaxing while I held his head captive.
Ethan broke the seal and I pulled him away by the hair.
"Aah, that was great, wasn't it?" I said, completely unconcerned with my cum on his face and neck.
Ethan looked down at his face in disbelief.
"Now, are you satisfied? Did you get your smoke?" I asked.
I was on the verge of climax, the familiar sensation in my testicles increasing in intensity, and my head started to buzz. I hastily discarded the cigarette from between my lips before it burnt my lips and tossed it to the ground.
Being overwhelmed by the growing euphoria, I let out a mighty moan as the wave of pleasure consumed my body. I ejaculated passionately into Ethan's mouth, my tool pulsating repeatedly as I splattered his throat with my viscous liquid.
I peered at his visage, his eyes watered, but he persevered and took the whole lot, squeezing every last drop out of me.
He freed himself from my mouth and slumped over, audibly swallowing, before wiping his mouth with his palm.
"Damn, man! And you claim you've never done that before. Holy cow, you're a natural, Ethan."
I collapsed back onto my chair while Ethan rose, wiping his eyes as he went. Then I spotted his roaring erection in his trousers.
"Here, you've earned this reward," I offered, handing him the cigarette.
"Thanks." Ethan replied, accepting the cigarette from my palm.
Ethan inserted the cigarette between two of his fingers.
"Do you need a lighter?" Ethan inquired.
I beamed at him. In spite of emptying my fluids into Ethan's mouth mere moments before, I couldn't get enough of him.
"Yeah, that's another favor, Ethan."
"But..."
"I gave you the cigarette, Ethan."
"T... then..."
"I couldn't help but notice how erect you are."
I formed my hand into a gun and fired at Ethan's genitals.
"Why not tend to it?" I proclaimed.
"Is everything a transaction with you?"
"Pretty much."
Ethan inhaled deeply and exhaled, before wrestling with his trouser button and unzipping his fly.
His trousers fell to the floor, revealing the clear outline of his rock-hard cock through his briefs.
He cast one final glance at me as he dropped his trousers. His erection sprang free from its confinement, the notable vein along the top evident.
I observed, "Clearly, you enjoyed it."
"Well, yes, I did."
Ethan took a firm grip on his cock and started to masturbate.
"Describe how much you appreciated it."
"It was incredible, I loved it." He said, as he employed fast strokes.
"What did you relish about it?" I inquired.
"I... I... I adored the sensation of your tool in my mouth."
Ethan's breathing became labored as he stroked quicker.
"Keep going."
"I... I..."
"And when you came in my mouth?" I fatuously completed his last sentence.
Ethan stared at me.
"When you came in my mouth, I felt..." His words ceased.
"Proceed."
"I wanted more." Ethan said, somewhat embarrassed at his desire.
I knelt down and placed the cigarette between his lips.
"Well, there's plenty more where that came from," I jested, offering him a small smile.
Ethan straightened his trousers, and I sat in the chair, waiting for him to finish his cigarette.
"We'd better return, it's nearly time for dinner."
"Oh, right."
"But Ethan, don't disclose this space, alright?"
"Okay, I won't."
We left the room and headed back to the main building. Amid the throngs of youths, we ended up in the dining hall. It was a room with four lengthy white tables that could fit up to 50 people, with those small, hard plastic stools attached to the tables.
I snagged a meal carriage and Ethan mimicked my actions as he stood behind me in the sluggish queue.
After we reached the food stand, the dished out food was underwhelming and unappetizing. We sprawled our trays in front of the hatch, the food being dispensed without any regard or compassion.
After acquiring our meals, we found a table and sat down. I sat on one end, while Ethan was positioned across from me.
Gradually, all the seats filled up, eventually filling the room to the brim.
I had just loaded a spoonful of peas into my mouth when I spied the Jones twins walking into the hall. They're two frequently detested lads, it appeared, who seemed to delight in tormenting the rest of us.
Despite their shared moniker, they weren't in fact twins or even siblings - they were just two large, imposing individuals who happened to share the same surname.
They swiped a tray from the end of the line and forcefully shoved their way to the front. No one dared object, fully aware of the potential damage these two were capable of inflicting.
The twins then collected their food and began looking for suitable seating. As they scanned each table, both men maintained their heads low while striving to avoid eye contact.
Ethan could see me watching and spun around to check what had captured my attention.
"Ethan, don't look. Keep your head down. Now!" I cautioned him.
My warning came too late, and the Jones twins found themselves locking eyes with us. They then directed their course toward us.
They stood behind the boys seated next to Ethan and made them vacate their positions merely by staring at them.
As the empty chairs opened up, the twins took their seats, effectively cordoning off Ethan.
The duo glanced over at me.
"Have you been concealing something from us, Thomas?" One of them inquired.
"Concealing? No." I asserted.
"But who's this stranger seated next to you?" The other inquired, smiling while his brother presented a buffoonic smirk.
"Ethan, this is Luke and Mark Jones. Guys, this is Ethan Turner, he is a newcomer."
Ethan appeared uneasy, caught between the two burly men.
I witnessed the twins take turns evaluating him.
"I rather like this one," Mark stated to Luke.
"Yeah, me too. I reckon he'll be our new favorite companion."
Ethan focused intently on me, and my eyes betrayed my dread. I knew what 'special friends' meant in this context and couldn't help but fret for Ethan, who had no idea what was in store for him.
They swiftly emptied their dishes, then initiated helping themselves to the remnants of Ethan's meal.
"Well, we best be on our way," Luke said, extricating themselves from their stools.
He leaned in close to Ethan's ear and whispered: "And we'll see you tomorrow morning. Remember to bring the soap."
Ethan's eyes grew wider.
Luke slapped Ethan on the shoulder, while Mark mussed his hair.
They left the table and we were left to gape at each other.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed.
"What did they imply when they said you'll be their special friend, Thomas?" He enquired, with a tinge of anxiety in his voice.
"I think you're aware of what it entails," I replied.
Ethan's complexion grew paler.
"What are they planning to do to me?"
"Basically, you'll become their latest fuck toy."
"I don't want to be their fuck toy," Ethan responded, desperation evident in his voice.
"I'm afraid you don't have a say in the matter, do you."
"Then what alternatives do I have?"
"Frankly, the only thing you can do is grin and bear it and hope they tire of you."
Ethan sighed.
"There's nothing I can do?"
"Unfortunately, you've already learned we have nothing of value to negotiate with, despite your eagerness."
"So, then what if I... I do something else," Ethan blurted.
My negotiating instincts rose to the surface.
"Really, what's so unique about this offer?"
Ethan's panicked expression fixated upon me. "You can have my virginity," he hesitantly offered. "I'd rather willingly give it to you than have them violently take it."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his proposition.
"Now that is intriguing, but I've already had plenty of other lads' virginities. What sets this proposal apart?"
This isn't a single event; indeed, losing your virginity is a one-time occurrence, but afterward, you can have me whenever you want. Just make sure not to abandon me with those two.
"Hmm, you mean any time and as much as I like?"
"Correct!"
I said, stretching out my hand for a handshake. Ethan quickly accepted and shook it enthusiastically.
From that point forward, I needed to devise a tactic to persuade the Jones twins to leave Ethan alone.
We didn't get any sleep throughout the night. Ethan was on edge, and I was still trying to develop a plan.
The next morning, it was time to clean up and prepare for breakfast.
As I stepped out of my bunk, I glanced over at Ethan. He was perched at the edge of his bed, on the verge of tears.
"Morning, did you sleep?" I inquired.
His bleary eyes, which were bloodshot, met mine, indicating he hadn't slept at all.
"Nope," he replied.
"Neither did I."
"Do you have a plan, Thomas?" he asked anxiously.
"Perhaps," I lied.
To be truthful, my brain was struggling to come up with any ideas. I needed more time.
"We have to get cleaned up and ready," he urged.
I grabbed my bag of personal grooming supplies and we headed to the shared showers.
On entering the changing area, I quickly scanned for Luke and Mark but couldn't spot them yet.
We found a spot on a bench and began undressing for our showers. Soon, there were scores of naked boys all around us.
I located an empty shower and Ethan stayed close to me. Right before turning my back, I discreetly surveyed the shower area, noticing some boys with shampoo in their hair as they hastily left the room.
I stepped into the shower, adjusting the warm water to wash away the sleep from my eyes. I heard a cacophony of water and conversation as boys eagerly took their morning showers.
Unfortunately, this didn't last long. The atmosphere in the showers suddenly changed, as if a dangerous animal had appeared.
The twins had arrived. Clad in nothing but their hockey sticks, they waltzed in, their muscular physiques coated in hair and their towering penises swinging side to side.
I swiftly turned around and nudged Ethan to do the same.
"He's getting all clean for our wrestling match," joked Mark, eyeing Ethan's naked body.
I could see Luke circling Ethan.
"Can we talk about this?" pleaded Ethan, looking to me for assistance.
Mark shook his head back and forth while playing with his now erect dick. Luke enveloped Ethan's shoulders, pushing his knee out, causing Ethan's legs to buckle. At the same time, he forced Ethan down onto his knees.
Mark stepped closer to Ethan.
"Open wide and say 'ah'!"
Fear manifested in Ethan's eyes as he faced Mark's gigantic member.
"WAIT!" I shouted.
"You shouldn't do this."
"And why the hell not?" Luke demanded, clearly irritated by the interruption.
"Because he promised not to tell us, but with what you're about to do..."
"Herpes?" asked Mark, taking a step back.
"Yes, he has it in his mouth and on his penis," I answered.
Mark furrowed his brow as he carefully scrutinized Ethan's naked body.
"He looks healthy to me," he observed.
"Not always visible; it can flare up now and then."
Luke loosened his grip on Ethan's shoulders and walked over to stand beside Mark.
"Then you'll have to take his place, then."
"I can't. I'm being tested for the virus."
"Fucking hell," Mark exploded in exasperation.
"Who am I supposed to fuck?" Mark murmured with disappointment.
"Come on, Luke. Let's go to the other shower block; we're running out of time." Luke chimed in, stroking Mark's hairy back.
They stared at us, then angrily strode off.
I breathed a long sigh of relief, then felt something tighten around my legs. On his knees, Ethan was hugging my lower half.
"Thank you," he whispered, laden with emotion.
I patted the top of his head.
"Don't..." I said.
"Don't mention it."
We finished showering, got dressed, and waited for the school day to start. After this morning's near miss, I couldn't help but feel guilty for the poor guy who became the target of the Jones twins' rage.
When school finished for the day, Ethan and I headed back to our dormitory. We decided to pass the time playing cards while waiting for dinner. Ethan wasn't very good, and I managed to win four games consecutively.
After the last game, I placed the cards down on the bed.
"I need a smoke," I admitted.
"Can I come?" Ethan asked.
I glanced at him and thought he didn't want to be alone for long.
"Of course, why not?"
We walked to the old chapel and went into the storage room. I grabbed the candle and lit it, then sat on the old chair and opened the window a little.
"What a day, isn't it?" I said as I reached for the cigarette box and pulled out a cigarette.
I shook the box and took one out.
"Here, take one," I offered, cigarette dangling from my mouth.
Ethan shook his head.
"Come on, it's free," I encouraged.
He stepped toward me and accepted the cigarette from the pack. I pulled my lighter from my pocket and lit my own cigarette.
Ethan's face approached mine. I flicked the lighter, and the flame illuminated his dark brown eyes. He seemed close enough that I could see the flame dance in them.
"Don't tell anyone you got this free, okay? That kind of talk can harm someone like me," I teased.
Ethan smiled, showing his nice smile.
"So, you really named yourself Herpes?" Ethan asked as he inhaled on his cigarette.
I smiled back.
"It worked, didn't it?"
"But Herpes really?"
I laughed out loud.
"Yeah, Herpes."
We both broke out laughing.
Once we settled down, the conversation turned more serious.
"Thanks for saving me from before, you know, saving my life."
"We made a deal, remember?" I replied, blowing smoke through the open window.
"Yes, and you delivered on your end."
"I'm just glad it all worked out."
"And I haven't forgotten our agreement. I'm a man of my word."
Ethan extinguished his cigarette and took off his school blazer, placing it on a shelf. He began unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time.
He removed his shirt and sat down next to me. The dim light highlighted his chest, while the cold air stiffened his nipples.
He stood up, walked towards me, and stopped in front of me.
"You can have anything you want from me," he whispered.
I looked up at him and then at his erection.
Normally, I'd be excited and ready for the opportunity, but there was an innocence to Ethan that made me want to care for him.
"Are you certain you want this? I can wait if you prefer."
"Yes, I want this," he replied in agreement.
I leaned forward and kissed his cock gently. It responded by growing larger, with his foreskin retracting back, showing his purple head.
I held his hardening dick in my palm and kissed the head.
Usually, I would be the recipient of the sexual act, but today my compassionate side took over. I had never experienced this feeling before. I wanted to enjoy the moment and cherish it.
I took Ethan's fully erect cock in my mouth and began slowly sucking it, carefully exploring every groove and ridge with my tongue.
He moaned softly as I carefully worked his cock. His arousal was getting the best of him and I could taste his leaking pre-cum on the tip of my tongue, leaving a salty-sweet aftertaste.
I jerked him off slowly and sucked on his head again. His leg started trembling, and I knew he was close.
I pushed him back so I could stand up. We looked into each other's eyes and I saw his brown eyes.
Ethan reached for my trousers and unbuttoned them. He put his hand in my underwear, carefully stroking my increasingly hard penis.
I felt myself being drawn towards him. I'd never experienced this feeling before, it was a strange sensation.
I removed Ethan's hand and sat back down on the chair. He removed his underwear, leaving him nude except for his black socks.
In no time, I found myself kissing him as he was pleasuring me. His hands were busy rubbing my cock while he kissed me. I stopped him from doing this, and I helped him take off my jacket, discarding it on the chair.
He then began undoing my shirt buttons, while continuing to kiss the inside of my chest. A surge of electricity flowed through me as he pressed his lips on my skin.
As soon as my shirt came undone, Ethan ran his hands down my body and stopped at my waist. His fingers unbuttoned my trousers, and he freed my now full-grown cock from my underwear.
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I grabbed a hold of both our cocks with one hand, jerking them back and forth against each other. Ethan's eyes closed, and his lower lip was bitten between his teeth. It was obvious I was eating him up.
This experience was magical and felt different from what I'd known before; Ethan was someone I was attracted to not only physically but emotionally as well.
I placed a kiss on his neck and then moved my way to his lips. Our tongues danced around inside our mouths as he kissed me back.
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After some time, I stopped jerking us both. I took off my shoes and stepped out of my trousers and underwear. Mirroring Ethan, we stood naked except for our socks to keep our feet from being cold on the stone floor.
I grasped his arms with my hands and turned his back towards me. I came up behind him. My hard cock pressed against the cleft of his ass. I gave him some sexy neck kisses.
He tensed for a moment, but then relaxed as I moved my hands over his chest, pinching his hard nipples. My fingers slid through his stomach muscles and finally got to his rock-hard cock. I held it firmly in one hand and caressed his balls in the other.
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I jerked him faster, making his breathing become more labored. I knew he was about to cum, his body jerking against me.
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I continued jerking him until he pleaded with me to stop, pressing his whole body into me.
I broke the contact and he turned around, grabbing my face so he could plant a passionate kiss on me.
A sly smile and a thankful look were on his face.
He dropped to his knees and took m in his mouth. As I arched my back, letting out a guttural moan, I combed my fingers through his wavy hair while his tongue swirled around the head of my cock.
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The sensation of him sucking so skillfully made me want to fuck him so badly.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
He nodded his head.
"Just place your hands against the wall, spread your legs apart. And push out your buttocks."
He copied my movements, leaning against the wall and showing his bare ass to me. I got behind him, placed my hand on his spine, and then moved my hand between his ass cheeks, feeling him shiver when I touched his ass.
I felt his hole, and I ran my finger around it. I slowly pushed the tip of my finger inside him, stretching his sphincter. His body jerked at the touch, but little by little, he got used to it.
"Relax," I said as I wiggled his ass some more.
He let out a frustrated groan as I slid my finger in and out of him, stretching his hole as needed. I then spat on my cock and rubbed it over his ass.
His body trembled as my cock head tried to penetrate him.
"It's okay, I'm getting close," I said, trying to comfort him as best I could.
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Remembering my earlier words, I started to thrust into him, and he let out a scream of pain.
My dick pressed forward, the head pushing through his nerves as it penetrated him. His muscles spasmed around my cock, gripping me like a vice.
"Keep pushing," I urged.
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After more determined thrusts, his hole relaxed. I began to increasingly thrust into him, and he continued moaning and shaking.
Finally, I let go of him and he turned around. He grabbed my face and leaned it closer.
"I'm not done with you yet," he said as he bit my bottom lip.
The dam had given in, and I slid within, fitting snugly against him. I paused for a moment so he could adjust to my size.
Gently, I withdrew a little before thrusting back in. Ethan seemed to be handling it better now, so I continued.
Reaching for his slender hips, I drew him closer and sank deeper inside him. Each thrust evoked a moan. I gradually built up a steady beat.
This started as a slow clash, soon turning into a constant clap as our bodies collided.
My orgasm approached rapidly, and I writhed. Both hands left his hips, moving up his back, then to his shoulders.
Arching his back, Ethan accommodated me, as I continued to pound into him, experiencing increasing pleasure, heart beating faster, legs shaking uncontrollably, until I thrust with full force, driving myself deep within. Cum flooded him, and I cried out. This was one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had, and just like that it was finished. I had claimed his virginity.
It began as remuneration for services provided, but evolved into much more. We'd only known each other for a short time.
I rested my head on his back for a moment. As my dick softened, I pulled out of him.
Ethan turned and gazed at me. "That was something."
"Yeah," I responded.
"You kissed me."
"Me too."
"Never kissed a guy before."
"Me neither."
"I thought you had lots of partners."
"I do, but I don't kiss them. Just have sex." I shrugged my shoulders, downplaying my actions.
"Uh huh."
"Not love, Ethan. I'm not saying I love you," I evaded as if it was a burden.
"It's not love, I said liking. How you can't grasp that boggles my mind." He became frustrated.
"Tomato, tomato."
"Don't, okay?" Ethan beseeched.
"What did I do wrong?" I asked defensively.
"You misconstrued my intention." I insisted.
"Just don't, okay."
"If you'd known I'd react like this, I wouldn't have had sex with you."
"You're crazy! Why would you think I'm in love!" He cried back.
"It's not about love, Ethan!"
Ethan grabbed his clothes and hastily dressed. "You're an ashole, Thomas. You fcked me then accuse me of having the wrong idea."
"Fck you, Thomas. Fck you." Ethan, weeping, prepared to leave, slamming the door behind him.
I stood naked, alone, considering my entire life. "Why?" I yelled to the empty air.
All my years here, no one had earned a place in my life, just needed things from me, and I provided them.
"F*ck!" I shouted.
I found myself angry over a mere encounter while thinking, "What's the problem? Just another f*ck, like always."
Finishing my cigarette, I stamped it out. Annoyed, I dressed and walked towards the hall.
At the dining hall, I searched for Ethan among the crowd, but he was gone.
After collecting my food, I sat down with no appetite.
I pushed the plate aside. Unable to eat, I arose, not wanting to encounter him back at the dorm.
I strolled aimlessly through the school. I needed to return, but reluctant to face him, or worse, be accused again.
At 9 PM, despite not late, I returned to my bunk, skirting around his. No sign of him.
When I reached my bunk, I saw he slept.
I crawled into my bunk and waited for the lights to turn off at 9:30. I couldn't fall asleep; my mind was occupied by thoughts of Ethan. I had known him for only two days, but he had managed to take up a significant portion of my thoughts.
I felt bad about how I had treated him, making him feel like he was just another casual hookup, when in reality, it was much more.
Hours ticked by as I stared into the darkness. The few torches still lit and the late-night gatherings had come to an end, leaving behind only silence, occasionally interrupted by a loud snore.
I couldn't wait any longer; the only way I would be able to sleep was if I apologized to Ethan.
I carefully slipped out of my bed and tiptoed over to Ethan's bunk. While considering waking him, I overheard him murmuring in his sleep.
"No... no Mark, I don't want to. It's too big, you're hurting me."
He appeared to be having a nightmare. I could see his eyes swiftly moving under his eyelids.
"No, no, no," he mumbled.
I gently nudged his arm.
"Ethan, Ethan," I whispered loudly.
His head moved and turned on his pillow.
"What?" he sleepily answered, squinting his eyes open.
As he came into focus, the expression on his face changed.
"Oh, it's you. What do you want?" he asked, still showing anger.
"We can talk if you'd like."
"There's nothing to talk about, I'm just another payment fuck, right?"
He turned his head to face away from me.
"We don't have to talk," I said. "I'll do the talking. You just listen."
Ethan exhaled as if conceding defeat.
"I'm sorry, okay. I didn't mean it to be like that. I'm not used to doing this... feeling this way... liking people I sleep with."
"I guess I have trouble admitting that I like someone, in case they don't like me back. I don't like being that vulnerable."
Ethan turned his head back towards me.
"So, you're saying that after only two days, you like me?"
"Yes," I confessed. "I've liked what I've seen about you so far, and I want to learn more about you."
"I think we need to know each other better, doesn't't'cha think?"
Anger began to dissipate from Ethan's voice.
"I guess," he replied, sighing.
"Look," I said, "I don't expect your forgiveness, but I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry for being a jerk and that I like you."
"Oh, I like you too. For more than just the rescue from the Jones twins."
"Alright."
"And I accept your apology."
"Thanks."
"Now what should we do?"
A trace of a smile returned to Ethan's face.
"Well, we could cuddle, if you like," Ethan suggested, opening his blanket.
I hopped in, and he covered me up with the blanket as he put his arm around me.
We nestled closer together.
"Um, so I guess we should do introductions now, right? My name is Thomas Bates, I'm eighteen, and I'm a Leo."
Ethan smiled at the randomness of my statement.
"Nice to meet you, Thomas," he whispered back. "My name is Ethan Turner, I'm also eighteen, and I'm a Gemini."
We both giggled, amused at the absurdity of our conversation.
"Shh!" I whispered, putting my finger to my lips, "Don't want to wake anyone up."
"Sorry, sorry." Ethan whispered back.
Throughout the night, we quietly bonded under the covers, getting to know each other on a deeper level. I had no idea where this would lead, but I was eager to find out.
Read also:
- Acquiring Part One
- Step-Mother's Spectrum of Intimacy, Sequel 2
- Aftermath of Slut Spouse Volume VIII
- The name mentioned is Hanna.
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