A gay story: The boys of Saint Augustine’s @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
Disclaimer:
All characters depicted in this story are 18. The setting is senior year at a private school, and all sexual activity is consensual.
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## Introduction ##Nestled in the heart of the English countryside, Saint Augustine’s was an all-boys boarding school where boys aged eleven to nineteen called home. Its main building, a magnificent centuries-old stone structure reminiscent of a classic English manor house, was adorned with intricate Gothic and Tudor architectural elements — pointed arches, leaded windows, and decorative stonework.
Connected to the main school building, were several other buildings.
The dormitories were housed in four separate buildings. While slightly newer than the original building, they echoed the main building’s charm and were distinctive in their own right. Two of the dormitories were allocated to the under eighteens, while the other two were dedicated to the senior residents.
The chapel, a venerable stone structure, stood as a testament to the school’s heritage. Its weathered facade hinted at years of history, and the old chapel bell continued to ring out to this day, signalling the end of each class.
Saint Augustine’s was also renowned for its sporting prowess and boasted expansive and meticulously maintained sports fields.
This historic institution was also the long-term residence of a one Thomas Bates. Enrolled at Saint Augustine’s at the tender age of eleven, Thomas, now eighteen, had come to know the lay of the land exceptionally well. He considered himself to be a bit of a rogue, resourceful and the kind of person who knew how to acquire things, albeit at a price, and the price wasn’t always money.
## Thomas ##”Come on Thomas, this was only meant to be a quickie.”
“Don’t rush me, Josh,” I said furiously hammering away behind him.
The sound of our bodies clashing against each other, becoming more and more audible in the quiet of the storage room.
“Ssh! Stop for a minute. I hear someone coming.”
“Well it’s not going to be me, if you keep interrupting,” I said, scolding him.
Reluctantly, I paused for a moment; my hard cock sandwiched between Josh’s ample ass cheeks. I could feel his sphincter tighten around me.
“It’s okay, they’re gone. Carry on.”
I continued to pound away, sliding in and out of him at pace.
“I’m close,” I muttered, in between laboured breaths.
I felt the tremor in my legs and then it happened. I blew my load in his ass letting out a loud groan as I came.
I waited a moment for it all to come out, before pulling out and promptly lifting up my underwear and tucking my shirt back into my trousers and tidying myself up.
“Thanks Josh, just what I needed.”
Josh pulled up his underwear and trousers and turned to face me.
“Ahem!” He coughed.
“Oh right, I nearly forgot,” I said absentmindedly.
I rummaged in my trouser pocket and pulled out a piece of paper with a phone number on it.
Josh held out his hand expectantly.
“Come on man, a deal is a deal. I let you ride the Josh express and in return you give me Ryan’s phone number.”
Like me, Josh had been at the school for a long time, and just so happened to have a major crush on a fellow student named Ryan, who resided in one of the other dorms, separate to ours.
Fortunately for Josh, I just happened to have Ryan’s phone number and Josh made the foolish mistake of openly declaring he would do anything to get it.
I held the paper in my hand and raised it in the air teasingly. Josh tried to jump up and snatch it out of my hand, but being much shorter than me, he failed miserably.
“Dude, not fair. Hurry up, I need the toilet, I can feel your stuff coming out of me.”
“Fine,” I eventually relented.
“Here, but if he doesn’t want to speak to you that’s on you.”
“Yes, yes. Now gimme.”
I placed the paper in his hand.
“Now, wait five minutes before following me out.”
Josh nodded, not really paying attention to me anymore, too busy coveting his prize.
I opened the old storeroom door and carefully popped my head out, looking up and down the corridor. The coast was clear, so I left Josh with his prize and walked down the corridor back to the classroom.
As I opened the door, all eyes fell to me as I snaked my way through the narrow lanes in between the columns of wooden desks, before sitting down at my seat.
We were in the middle of a calculus lesson, a subject I abhorred.
I had hoped to simply sit back down with no fuss, but Professor Elliot had other ideas.
“Master Bates,” he called out.
Sniggering could be heard as soon as he said it. I wished, that after all these years, the teachers would stop calling me that, but no such luck.
“You’ve been gone for fifteen minutes, may I suggest perhaps, increasing your fibre intake,” Mr Elliot said scoffing at his own joke and giving me a very wry smile.
More sniggering could be heard again at Professor Elliots attempt to embarrass me in front of my peers.
“Sorry Sir, I got stuck behind someone on the way back,” I replied, smiling at my own little joke.
Running into Josh on the way to the toilets, was a much-welcomed diversion. I, someone who was perpetually horny, knew I had something he wanted, and my horniness dictated exactly what my price would be.
Being in an all-boys school was difficult, we were teenagers, we were horny and due to the lack of access to the opposite sex, we had to find creative ways of sating our primal urges, gay or straight anything is fair game in this school.
The sound of the old chapel bell rang out, echoing throughout the school.
“Class dismissed,” Professor Elliot declared upon hearing it.
As we all rose from our desks to leave, the classroom door opened and in came the headmaster of Saint Augustine himself Mr Griffiths.
“Afternoon all, before you all leave for your next lesson. I want to quickly introduce the class to its newest member,” he said with an air of authority.
He stepped aside to reveal the person hidden behind him, who then stepped forward.
“This is Ethan Turner,” the headmaster announced, resting his thick hand on the boy’s shoulder as he stood beside him.
The class all stared at him. He was skinny, around 6 feet tall, with thick wavy black hair, brown eyes and a dimpled chin.
“Could I get a volunteer to show Master Turner around please and show him the lay of the land.”
The class response was complete silence and there was a complete absence of volunteers, prompting Professor Elliot to intervene.
“May I recommend Master Bates, Sir; he certainly spends enough time out of class than he does in, so who better to give him the grand tour.”
“How about it, Bates?” The headmaster said.
The last thing I needed right now was to be a tour guide or someone’s baby sitter, but it didn’t look like I had much of a choice.
“Very well, Sir, I’ll show him around,” I said less than energetically.
“Good lad!”
The head master swiftly turned and left Ethan standing in the doorway. As soon as he left, the class surged towards Ethan, pushing him aside, so they could get to the next lesson.
Once the classroom emptied, only Ethan, Professor Elliot, and I remained.
“Come on then,” I said sighing.
“Oh, and thank you for volunteering me, Sir,” I said to Professor Elliot, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
He responded by giving me that wry little smile again. If I don’t know better, I’d swear the guy didn’t like me.
Ethan and I left the classroom and headed down the corridor to our next lesson.
“Hi, I’m Ethan,” he said nervously introducing himself.
“Yeah, I know,” I said brashly.
“Sorry, of course you do,” Ethan said apologetically.
I realised I was taking my frustrations out on him, which wasn’t really fair of me.
“Sorry Ethan, my name is Thomas. If you ever need anything, I’m your man.”
“Thanks, so where are we going?”
“P.E, it’s rugby practice today. I hope you brought your kit otherwise you’ll be doing it in your jockeys.”
“Wait, what?” He replied, his face stricken with panic as he realised he had none.
“I’m kidding. Geez, your face man.”
When we finally reached the changing rooms, a lot of the other lads were in various stages of undress as they changed into their kit.
I dropped my book bag onto one of the wooden benches that hugged the walls of the room and went over to the shelving unit in the corner, where they kept the shorts and shirts.
I quickly looked Ethan up and down and grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt that I thought would fit him.
“Here, try these,” I said tossing him the clothes.
We started to get undressed, and as we did, I noticed one or two sets of eyes watching Ethan, eyeing up the fresh meat as it were.
He was in good shape, thin, but with a nice set of arms, chest and abs. I certainly wouldn’t kick him out of my bunk that’s for sure.
Once everyone had changed, we all jogged out to the rugby pitch, where the coach was waiting. He divided us up into two teams and we took up our positions.
No sooner had we kicked off, the heavens opened, and heavy rain began to fall. The coach wasn’t bothered by this, and encouraged us to play on, yelling at us that a bit of rain never hurt anyone.
As we played our game, we all gradually got wetter and wetter, and most of us were covered head to toe in mud from all the tackling and scrums. By the end of the match, there wasn’t a clean person between us.
“Right boys, hit the showers,” the coach yelled across the pitch and blew his whistle.
We slowly trudged back into the changing room and began peeling the wet, muddy clothes off ourselves and throwing them into the dirty clothes trolley.
One by one we entered into the shower area, which was now showing its age, with its dirty cracked tiles and rusty pipes. Many of the showers didn’t work, meaning a few of us had to huddle beneath one.
Needless to say, there was a lot of pushing and man handling to get under the hot water. It was also the perfect opportunity for some of the boys to get some ‘hands’ on time with each other.
As naked bodies were touched, erections were springing up like wildflowers. Some boys needed to work off some of their excess adrenaline. It was a common sight in the showers, to see a mix of sexual activity going on. There were reach arounds, helping hands and solo efforts all happening at once.
“I hope you’re not a prude, Ethan,” I said looking over my shoulder and squeezing in between two boys vying for the hot water.
“Umm, no,” he replied, his eyes scanning all the naked bodies before him and pushing his way next to me, so our wet bodies were now touching.
“Watch out, this lot can get a bit handsy,” I joked.
“I can see that,” he replied as he watched the two people in front of him jerk each other off.
“Well, you know what they say, when in Rome. How about it Ethan, you up for a tug?”
Ethan looked at me, and then down at my semi-erect cock. Nervously, he reached out his hand and wrapped it around my cock and started to jerk it. I reciprocated and touched him, his hardening cock filling my hand.
I watched Ethan’s face as he looked around at all the hard dicks being milked around him. I could feel his excitement growing in my hands.
It wasn’t long before the chorus of climaxes came. Moans and groans could be heard as ropes of cum shot down the drain from all angles. When each boy came, they left the shower area to go get changed, until it was just Ethan and I.
My arm was beginning to ache, but there was no sign of Ethan letting up. I looked at him and he looked at me. His nervousness had passed and was replaced with a steely look of determination. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was making this a competition.
Okay, I thought. I’ll play your game. Our hands gripped tighter on each other’s respective cocks, and we jerked faster. I could see Ethans jaw clench, he must be close now, surely.
Some of the other boys noticed what was happening and began crowding around us, watching as we yanked on each others pricks.
The whispers of a ‘wank off’ quickly spread through the changing room.
Our assembling audience started cheering, as Ethan and I locked ourselves in a battle of stamina, who would cum first, it was anyone’s guess.
We changed our stance, so we were now facing each other, our free arm grabbing each other’s shoulder.
As if in slow motion, I watched as Ethan’s face changed, his hardened look of determination, morphed into his climax face as he couldn’t hold back any longer. I felt the warm hits of his ejaculate hit my leg.
Realising that I had won, I let go, returning his shots with mine, coating his lower abdomen.
I grabbed Ethan’s arm and held it up high as the other boys cheered. He proved to be a most worthy opponent.
“Nicely played, Ethan. I’m impressed.”
“Thanks, I’ve never jerked someone else off before.”
The crowd dispersed and we washed away the results of the contest clinging to our bodies.
After leaving the showers, we started to dry ourselves off with towels taken from a trolley outside of the shower area.
“So, are all showers like that?” Ethan asked.
“Pretty much, you’ll find us seniors are a randy bunch.” I joked.
We got dressed and left the changing rooms. The school day had now officially ended, so Ethan and I could take our time, and I made good on my promise to give him a guided tour of the school.
We walked and talked, I showed him where all the classrooms were, the store room in case he needed some sneaky one on one time during lessons, and finally ended with a tour of our dormitory.
The dormitory unfolded as a spacious expanse; housing orderly rows of robust wooden bunk beds set upon a weathered parquet floor. Between each bunk stood a chest of drawers, where clothes and personal belongings could be stored.
Some of the beds were occupied, boys listening to music on their headphones or reading a book.
We continued to walk 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.
“Oh, one more thing. I hope you’re not too precious about privacy, because there is none in here.”
“Thanks for the heads up.”
“Well, I’ll leave you to get settled in, I’ll catch you later.”
“Sure, thanks again for the tour,” Ethan replied, looking around solemnly at what would now be his new home.
There was always that look of sadness, a look I had seen many times before, when that realisation kicks in that this is your life now.
I left Ethan and went for one of my walkabouts, when I ran into Josh in the corridor outside the dorm.
“Oh hey, Josh, did you call him yet?”
“No, not yet. I don’t know what to say. I thought it would be easier to say it over the phone than in person, you know, hence wanting his number.”
“Here, give me your phone.”
Josh, put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his phone.
I took it off him and opened his messaging app.
I quickly composed a message and sent it. A few seconds later his phone chimed and there was an instant reply back.
“What does it say?” Josh asked eagerly.
“He wants to meet up.”
“He does, really?”
Josh’s eyes lit up.
“What did you say in your message?”
“Oh, I just said you had the tightest ass in school, and you give head with the force of an industrial vacuum cleaner, and he’d be a fool not to try it.”
“What!” Josh cried out, alarmed.
“Josh, I’m joking. I just said hello and that you got his number from me and if he’s interested in meeting up.”
I handed the phone back to him.
“Look, the lines of communication are open, you just need to pick a time and a place.”
“Thanks, man. I owe you one.”
I left Josh staring at his phone and walked away. Another favour accrued I thought to myself.
Dinner time would be soon, leaving me just enough time to have a sneaky cigarette. I made my way out of the dorm block and headed towards the old chapel. No one ever went to the chapel, it was old, it was dark and generally a scary place to be, but it didn’t bother me though. It was one of the few places at school where you could be alone for more than five minutes.
The seniors would freak out the first years, by telling them stories that all the previous head masters were buried under the chapel, and at night they rose up and roamed the hallways after dark, tormenting any boys not in their beds. The benefit of this being, that seniors could sneak around at night and not be seen.
As I continued my way to the chapel, you could see the building transform, almost like a walk-through time. While the dorms weren’t exactly state of the art, they were in comparison to the older elements of the school. It gradually got colder the closer I got to the chapel, due to the absence of any modern central heating.
Reaching the chapel, I pushed open the heavy oak doors and proceeded down a stone corridor. There was an old unused storage room up ahead, with a window that made it easier to smoke inside without being detected.
My footsteps echoed as I walked the stone corridor. It always amazed me to think, how many people through the ages must have done the same and walked this exact path in this centuries old chapel.
Curiously, as I ventured deeper into the chapel the sound of my footsteps began to double up. Initially, I thought it was just the echo, but now I was convinced someone else was down here with me.
I picked up my pace to the dark storage room, closing the door behind me, and hid in the corner behind the door. With my back up against the wall, I waited for a moment, to see if my follower would enter, thus confirming my suspicions that someone was indeed following me.
I held my breath as the door slowly opened and someone came in, I sprang from my hiding spot, grabbing them by the neck and pushed them against the wall.
“Wait! don’t hurt me,” The boys voice cried out.
His voice sounded familiar. I fished out my lighter from my pocket and flicked it on.
“Ethan?” I said, surprised to see him.
“What are you doing here? And why are you following me?” I demanded to know.
“I, I, didn’t know what else to do back at the dorm after you left.”
“So, you decided to what? Follow me.”
“You’re the only one I really know at this place, and some of the boys in the dorm, well they wouldn’t stop staring at me.”
“Fresh meat,” I muttered under my breath.
“Huh,” Ethan replied.
“Never mind.”
“I’ll go away if you want me too.”
I relaxed my grip, before letting go completely.
I took a deep breath.
“No, it’s fine. Just don’t do it again.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
I turned away from him and walked over to a nearby shelf, which housed a few large candles amongst other things. Grabbing one, I used my lighter again and lit the wick. The soft glow of the candlelight illuminated the room and shadows danced on the walls.
There was an old desk chair near the window, that I’d usually sit on when having a smoke. I opened the window slightly and sat down, digging my hand in to my pocket and pulling out a squashed carton of cigarettes.
I selected one from the box, placed it between my lips, and ignited it with a flicker of flame. Inhaling deeply, I savoured the rich smoke before exhaling it towards the open window.
I stared at Ethan, who was busy rearranging his uniform after I had ruffled it up.
“So, Ethan, what’s your story then?”
“My story?”
“Yeah, how’d you end up in this place?” I asked, taking another drag, popping my lips and blowing out smoke rings.
“Same as everyones, I guess. My dad got a new job in the city, with more money and thought I’d benefit from a private education and my mom, well I guess my mom was just to busy thinking about herself to want to keep me around.”
“That old chestnut, huh?”
I felt a small pang of sympathy for Ethan. It was a story similar to my own.
My parents had money but chose to pretend like they didn’t have a child. While they traveled the world, they just offloaded me here and never looked back.
I guess that’s why I am like I am, always looking out for myself, because I know no one else would.
There was a brief silence as we both reminisced about our sorry back stories.
“Can I get one of those?” Ethan asked, breaking the silence.
I took the cigarette out of my mouth and looked at it, before putting it back between my lips.
My brief trip down memory lane reminded me of who I was.
“I’m not in the business of handing out freebies. What have you got to trade? Food, money, gear?
“Well, nothing really.”
“Well, it sucks to be you then, don’t it?”
Ethan looked glumly at the floor.
“Tell you what, if you don’t have anything physical to trade, perhaps you’re willing to trade in other ways.”
“Other ways?”
I took a cigarette out of the box and placed it on my knee.
“If you want this, then you’re going to have to earn it. That’s how it works, when you don’t have anything to trade.”
“What do you want me to do?” Ethan asked, somewhat naively.
I smiled, then proceeded to carefully pull the zipper down on my trousers.
“Oh… I see.” Ethan said following my zipper closely,
“Well, how about it, Ethan, do you want the smoke or what?”
Ethan stared at the cigarette on my knee and then at my open crotch.
“Hmm, I’m not sure about this.”
“You didn’t seem to have a problem jerking me off after rugby practice.”
“That was different, we were all doing it, I didn’t want to be left out.”
“Well, it’s your loss then.”
I went to grab the cigarette from my knee, when Ethan called out.
“Wait. I’ll do it.”
Ethan approached me and stood directly in front of me. From my sitting down position, I had to look up at him. It didn’t last long though as our positions reversed, as I watched him slowly drop to his knees, and I in turn got up from my seat, so I was standing over him, my crotch now at his eye-line.
I unfastened my trouser button with my free hand and my trousers fell to the floor, revealing my black boxer shorts.
I took another drag of my cigarette and exhaled.
“Off you go then,” I said, as if this was most normal thing to be doing.
Ethan just stared at the bulge in my shorts, before raising his hands and slowly tugging down my boxers from the sides.
As they fell to the floor, I could feel the chill of the cold air from the open window on my balls intermix with the closeness of Ethan’s warm breath.
“I’ve never done this before. How am I going to do this? Shouldn’t you, um, be hard,” Ethan said, unsure of himself and looking up at me.
“Yeah, I know, but like I said earlier, you’ve got to earn it. Now make me hard, Ethan.”
Ethan’s eyes fell back to my cock, and he moved his hands to touch it.
He gently cupped my balls with one hand, rolling them between his fingers. Then with his other hand, he tugged at my stirring cock.
I felt his fingers delicately manipulate me, and as a result I was getting harder and harder.
It wasn’t long before my cock was fully erect and loomed in front of his face.
“Good, I think it’s ready now, don’t you?” I said, taking another puff and directing it to the window through the side of my mouth.
Ethan slowly opened his mouth, and moved his head closer and took my bulbous purple head into his mouth, pursing his lips.
“Aaah, that’s the stuff. Remember now, watch those teeth.”
Ethan’s head began to bob back and forth along the length of my cock. For someone who had never done this before, he was doing remarkably well.
I could feel his tongue on the underside of my cock, his saliva washing over me and his cheeks hollowing to form a tight lock around it.
He was good, real good. I moved my cigarette to my mouth and held it between my lips, before moving both my hands to his thick lustrous hair.
I ran my fingers through his hair, front to back, before clutching and pulling his head closer to me.
I could feel him gag, but he continued regardless. As I manoeuvred his head, my breathing rate increased and I was puffing out smoke like a steam engine.
I could feel my orgasm building, that familiar feeling in my balls rising and rising, my head began to tingle, and my legs began to shake. I quickly grabbed the cigarette from my mouth, before it burnt my lips and threw it to the floor.
Unable to endure the feeling any longer, I let an almighty groan as the building wave of euphoria took over my body. I came hard in Ethan’s mouth, my cock pulsing multiple times in succession as I coated his throat with my thick nectar.
I looked down at his face, his eyes were watering, but like a champ, he took the full load, squeezing every last drop out of me.
He released me from his mouth and fell backwards, audibly gulping, before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Fuck man, and you say you’ve never done that before. Fuck me, you’re a natural, Eth.”
I slumped back down on to my chair, while Ethan got to his feet, dabbing at his eyes as he did. It was then I noticed his own bulge in his trousers.
“Here, you earned this,” I said passing him the cigarette.
“Thanks,” he replied, taking the cigarette from the palm of my hand.
Ethan placed the cigarette between two fingers.
“Can I get a light?” Ethan then asked.
I smiled at him. Despite unloading into Ethan’s mouth a mere moment ago, I was not quite done yet.
“That sounds like another favour, Ethan.”
“But I just…”
“That was for the cigarette.”
“I, I…”
“I’ll make it easy for you this time. I couldn’t help but notice the tent you’re pitching. Somebody clearly enjoyed themselves.”
I made a gun with my fingers, aimed it at his dick and fired.
“Why don’t you take care of it,” I suggested.
“Does everything come with a cost with you?”
“Pretty much.”
Ethan took a deep breath and sighed, before reaching for his trouser button, undoing it, then lowering his zipper.
His trousers dropped to the floor and I could see the very prominent outline of his cock through his boxers.
He took one last look at me and pulled them down. His cock sprang up from its confinement, the thick vein running along the top clearly visible.
“So, you did enjoy it, clearly.” I remarked, seeing it wagging in front of me.
“It was, okay, I guess.”
“That’s not what you’re cock is saying. Your cock looks like it’s on steroids, it’s so hard.”
“Okay, okay. So, I enjoyed it more than I thought I would.”
Ethan wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to wank.
“Now tell me how much you enjoyed it.”
“It was great, I loved it,” He said taking long slow strokes.
“What did you love about it?” I asked.
“I… I… I loved the feel of your cock in my mouth.”
Ethan’s breathing was becoming ragged as he began to stroke faster.
“Go on.”
“I.. I enjoyed the taste of it.”
I continued to watch as Ethan’s hand quickly pumped away.
“Go on.” I repeated again.
“And when you came in my mouth, your… your… aaaah, aaaah.”
Ethan’s body tensed, his face scrunched in ecstasy as he shot rope after rope of cum, arcing and hitting the wall near the window.
Ethan’s body relaxed again, his hand still tightly gripping his spent cock.
He took several deep breaths.
“And when I came in your mouth?” I said trying to continue his final sentence.
He looked at me.
“And when you came in my mouth, I found myself…” His words trailed off into silence.
“Go on.”
“Wanting more.” Ethan said, somewhat ashamed of his feelings.
I got up from my chair again, stooping down to pull my underwear and trousers back up, and stood directly in front of Ethan. My face merely inches away from his, our eyes darting back and forth. I took the cigarette from his hand and put it between his lips, and pulled the lighter out of my pocket to light it.
“Well, there’s plenty more where that came from,” I said giving him a little smile.
Ethan pulled up his trousers and I waited for him to finish his cigarette.
“We best head back, it’s nearly dinner time.”
“Oh, okay.”
“And Ethan, don’t be telling anyone about this room okay.”
“Okay, I won’t.”
We left the room and made our way back to the main building. When we got there, we joined the crowds of boys making their way towards the dining hall.
Swept up in the sea of adolescence we ended up in the dining hall, a room that held four long white tables, that could sit fifty people, on these small, plastic circular stools that were fixed to the table.
I grabbed a food tray and Ethan copied me as he stood behind me in the slow-moving queue.
When we reached the food hatch, the food dished out was uninspiring and bland. We held out our trays and the food was abruptly deposited on to it, with all the care and love that someone on minimum wage could muster.
After collecting our food, we made our way to one of the tables and sat down. I sat on one side, while Ethan sat opposite me on the other side of the table.
One by one the seats started to fill up, until the hall was filled to capacity.
I had just put a fork full of peas in my mouth when I noticed them enter the hall. It was the Jones twins, two universally hated boys, whose only purpose in life it seemed was to make the rest of us miserable.
Despite their nom de guerre, they weren’t actually twins or brothers for that matter. They were just two large, very imposing boys, who just happened to have the same surname.
They grabbed a tray from the end of the queue and barged their way to the front of the queue. No one dared object to this, knowing full well the world of hurt these two were capable of dishing out.
After collecting their food, they looked around for somewhere to sit. As they scanned each table, each boy kept their head down and did their best to avoid eye contact.
Ethan could see me watching and turned to look at what I was staring at.
“Ethan, don’t look. Keep your head down. Now!” I said warning him.
My warning came too late, and the Jones twins locked eyes on their target and they were coming towards us.
They stood behind the two boys sitting either side of Ethan and forced them to grab their trays and leave just by looking at them.
With the seats now vacant, they sat down, boxing Ethan in.
They looked at me.
“Have you been hiding something from us Thomas?” One of the boys asked.
“Hiding? No.” I replied defiantly.
“Your new friend here, we’ve not seen him before,” he said smiling, as his twin looked at me with a dopey grin.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us?” The other boy asked.
“Sure. Ethan, this is Luke and Mark Jones. Guys, this is Ethan Turner, he just started today.”
Ethan looked uncomfortable, sandwiched between the two burly boys.
I watched as they took turns eying him up.
“I like this one,” Mark said talking through Ethan to Luke.
“Yeah, I like him too. I think he’s going to be our new special friend.”
Ethan looked directly at me and I could do nothing to hide the fear in my eyes. I had been here long enough to know what the term ‘special friends’ really meant with these two and I couldn’t help but be scared for Ethan, who had no idea what was coming his way.
The two boys shovelled their food into their mouths, all the while grinning. It didn’t take them long to finish, before they started helping themselves to what remained on Ethan’s tray.
“Well, we’ll better be going,” Luke said, shuffling off the little stool and standing up.
He then leaned over, putting his face next to Ethan’s ear.
“And we’ll see you tomorrow morning, don’t forget to bring the soap.”
Ethan’s eyes grew wider.
Luke patted Ethan on the shoulder, while Mark ruffled Ethan’s hair.
They left the table and all we could do was stare at each other.
“Fuck!” I said.
“What did they mean by special friend, Thomas?” He asked, with a hint of fear in his voice.
“I think you know,” I replied.
Ethan’s face grew paler.
“What, what are they going to do with me?” He then asked.
“Based on what I’ve heard, you’ll become their new fuck toy.”
“I don’t want to be their fuck toy.”
“Well, I don’t think you get a say in the matter, do you.”
“Then… then I’ll go to the headmaster.”
“Ha, good luck with that. You may get, what a week, two weeks grace before those two come at you again, and then you’re in for it. Not only will they fuck you, but they’ll also fuck with you and then they’ll fuck you up.”
Ethan gulped.
“What can I do?”
“Honestly, the best you can do, is to just grin and bear it and hope they get bored with you.”
“Seriously, that’s my only option!” Ethan said raising his voice.
A few heads turned to look in our direction.
“Look, Thomas, you have to get me out of this. I… I’ll give you anything you want.” He said with desperation.
I looked at him, and with my elbows on the table I clasped my fingers together.
“I think we’ve already established you have nothing to trade.”
“Then, then I’ll do the other thing.”
My negotiating instincts automatically kicked in.
“By the sounds of it, you enjoyed that more than I did, did you not? So, what’s in it for me?”
Ethan’s desperate face just stared at me, then he leaned forward and whispered.
“You can have my virginity. I’d rather give it to you freely then have those two take it by force.”
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his offer.
“Huh, interesting, but I’ve had many a fellow boy’s virginity, what makes this offer so special?”
“It’s not a one-time deal. I mean, of course the virginity part is a one-time thing, but after that, you can have me when ever you please. Just don’t leave me to those two.”
“Interesting, so anytime and as much as I like?”
“Yes!”
“It’s a deal,” I said holding out my hand to shake on it.”
Ethan grabbed my hand and shook it enthusiastically.
Now all I had to do was come up with a plan to get the Jones twins to back off and stay away from Ethan.
That night, neither of us got any sleep. Ethan was worried sick, while I was still trying to hatch a plan.
When morning arrived, it was time to get washed and ready for breakfast.
As I climbed out of my bunk, I looked across to Ethan. He sat there on the edge of the bed, looking like he was about to cry at any moment.
“Morning, did you sleep?” I asked.
His red tired eyes just looked at mine, giving me my answer.
“Me either.”
“Please tell me you have a plan, Thomas.”
“I may have something,” I lied.
Truth is, I couldn’t think of anything. I needed more time.
“C’mon man, we need to get washed and ready.”
I grabbed my bag of toiletries and we headed to the communal wash room.
As we entered the changing area, I quickly scanned the crowd of boys for Luke and Mark. There was no sign of them yet.
We found a space on the bench and proceeded to get undressed for our shower. The room was awash with naked bodies as we slowly ventured into the shared shower area. Fortunately, the showers here were a lot nicer that the P.E changing rooms.
I found an empty shower and Ethan stayed close to me. Before I turned my back, I did one quick survey of the shower area, but all I could see were boys showering and a few taking care of their morning woods.
I turned the shower on and let the luke warm water wash over me. Tilting my face up, I washed the sleep from my eyes. The noise of running water and idle conversation’s echoed around as more and more boys took their morning showers.
This however, didn’t last very long. The ambient noise of the shower area, quickly diminished, reminiscent of the silence that befalls the jungle when a predator appears.
It was suddenly evident the Jones twins had arrived. Boys abruptly left the shower, some still with shampoo in their hair.
They swaggered towards us, their naked bodies like thick barrels covered with hair and their big dicks swinging side to side.
I quickly turned around to face them, nudging Ethan so he knew to turnaround too.
“He’s getting all clean for our play time. How considerate,” Mark said, eyeing up Ethan’s naked body.
I could see Luke circling around Ethan.
“Guys, can we talk about this?” Ethan pleaded, then looking to me for help.
Mark shook his head side to side and began playing with his dick. Luke’s large hands gripped on to Ethan’s shoulders and he jerked his knee out at the back of Ethan’s leg causing his legs to buckle. As they did, Luke pushed down on Ethan’s shoulders, forcing him down on to his knees.
Mark’s dick had grown harder and he moved closer to Ethan.
“Open wide and say aaah!”
There was a look of absolute terror in Ethan’s eyes as he came face to face with Mark’s meaty appendage.
“WAIT!” I yelled out.
“You shouldn’t do this.”
“And why the hell not?” Luke replied, visibly annoyed by the interruption.
“He promised me not to tell you guys, but considering what you’re about to do, I think you should know.”
“Tell us what?” Mark replied, holding his dick in his hand.
Ethan looked confused.
“He’s got Herpes.”
“Herpes?” Mark said, stepping back a bit.
“Oh yeah, in his mouth and on his dick.”
Mark’s eyes squinted as he carefully scanned Ethan’s naked body for proof.
“He looks fine to me.”
“You can’t always see it; it flares up every now and then.”
Luke let go of Ethan’s shoulders and went to stand next to Mark.
“Then you’ll just have to take his place then.”
“I can’t either, I’m being tested for the virus.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Mark shouted out with frustration.
“Who am I gonna fuck then?” Mark said disappointed.
“Come on, Mark. Let’s try the other shower block, while we still have time.” Luke said patting Mark’s hairy back.
They stared at us one last time, then stormed off in a huff.
I breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly felt a tightness around my legs.
Ethan still on his knees, was hugging my legs. His face almost buried in my crotch.
“Thank you,” he said filled with emotion.
I patted the top of his head.
“Don’t… don’t mention it.”
I helped him up and we finished our shower, before getting ready for the start of the school day.
After this morning’s close call, we were fortunate that the remainder of the day was pretty uneventful, and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the poor bastard who fell victim to the Jones twins’ frustrations.
With the school day finished, Ethan and I went back to the dorm and decided to have a game of cards, while we waited for dinner time. Ethan wasn’t very good, and I found myself winning four times in a row.
After the last hand, I threw the cards down on to the bed.
“I need a smoke,” I confessed.
“Can I come?” Ethan asked.
I looked at him, I don’t think he wanted to be alone for very long.
“Sure, why not.”
We made our way to the old chapel and headed into the storage room. Like before I grabbed the candle and lit it, then pulled out the old chair and pushed the window open a bit.
I slumped down onto the chair, while Ethan hovered in the background.
“What a day, huh,” I said fetching the box of cigarettes out of my pocket and removing one.
I shook the box and popped one out.
“Here, take one,” I said, my cigarette hanging from my mouth.
Ethan shook his head.
“C’mon, it’s free.”
He came forward and took the cigarette from the box. I pulled out my lighter from my other pocket and lit my cigarette.
Ethan moved his face closer to mine. I flicked the lighter and the glow of the flame lit up his face. He was close enough, that I could see the flame dance in his dark brown eyes.
“Don’t go telling anyone you got this free right. That kind of talk can ruin a guy like me,” I joked.
As Ethan pulled back his face, I saw him smile, he had a nice smile, I thought to myself.
“So, Herpes, huh?” Ethan said, taking a drag on his cigarette.
I smiled back at him.
“It worked, didn’t it?”
“But Herpes, really?”
I laughed out loud.
“Yeah, Herpes.”
Ethan started to laugh, and I couldn’t help but laugh with him.
When we eventually calmed down, the conversation suddenly became serious.
“Look, thanks for saving my ass back there, like literally saving my ass.”
“Well, we made a deal, right,” I replied, blowing smoke towards the open window.
“Yeah, and you came through big time.”
“I’m just glad it worked out.”
“And I haven’t forgotten our arrangement, I’m a man of my word.”
Ethan stubbed out his cigarette and proceeded to remove his school blazer and place it on a nearby shelf.
He began to undo each of his shirt buttons, one by one.
“Look, Ethan, you don’t have to do this right now. We can sort this out another time if you want.”
“I want to do this,” he replied opening his shirt, and removing it.
I sat upright on my chair. The soft light accentuated his exposed chest, while the cold chill from the open window hardened his nipples.
He cast his shirt aside and moved onto his trousers. I watched with intent as he undid his button and pulled down his zipper, before lifting his leg pulling at the bottom of each cuff to remove his trousers.
I found myself aroused by his display. I stubbed the cigarette into the wall and flicked it out of the window, all the while watching him undress.
He pulled down his underwear, leaving him nude but for a pair of black socks.
He walked towards me, his cock gently swaying as he did, then stopped directly in front of me.
“Well, I’m all yours,” he said softly.
I looked up at him and back towards his cock.
Normally, I would have jumped at the chance, but there was a certain innocence to Ethan, that made me want to care for him.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I’d understand if you didn’t, you’ve been through a lot these past two days.”
“Yeah, I want to do this,” he said nodding his head.
I leant forward and kissed him gently on his cock. It twitched as a result and I watched as it began to grow bigger, his foreskin slowly retracting backwards, exposing his purple head.
I held his hardening dick on the palm of my open hand and kissed the head this time.
Typically, I would have been the one receiving the special treatment, but my softer side was getting the better of me. It’s not every day someone offers themselves so completely to you. I wanted to take my time and savour the experience.
I took Ethan’s now fully erect cock in my mouth and gently sucked on it, patiently working over every groove, every ridge with my tongue.
Ethan moaned softly as I delicately worked his cock. His excitement was getting the better of him and I could taste his leaking precum on the tip of my tongue, leaving a salty sweet after taste.
I jerked him slowly and sucked on his head, but his leg soon began to tremble and I stopped, knowing he was close.
I pushed him back, so I could stand up. He stared at me and I stared back into those brown eyes of his.
Ethan reached down to my waist, and unbuttoned my trousers, before slipping his hand in to my underwear.
His warm hand cupped my cock, and he stroked it as it rapidly got hard.
I found myself being drawn closer to him, I couldn’t say why and it was not something I had ever experienced before.
Before I knew it, my lips had touched his and we kissed, all the while his hand jerking me off. I stopped his hand, and he helped me remove my blazer, dropping it on the chair.
He began to undo my shirt buttons, and as he opened my shirt, he kissed my chest. I felt a wave of electricity wash over me.
Ethan peeled off my shirt and placed his hands on my chest, moving them slowly down my body, until they reached my waist, where he continued to undo my trousers.
My trousers dropped to the floor and Ethan tugged at my boxers, pulling them as far down as my knees and freeing my now engorged cock.
I reached down between us, grabbing both our cocks with one hand and began jerking then against each other.
Ethan closed his eyes and bit his lower lip; I could feel my heart racing.
This didn’t seem real some how. I had never experienced anything like this. Sure, I had fucked a few boys and had them do stuff to me, but not like this. This was different, did I like Ethan? Like, like him.
I kissed him on the side of his neck and slowly worked my way up to his face, along his cheek and finally his mouth again.
I slipped my tongue in to his mouth and he did the same to mine, where they clashed against other.
After a moment, I stopped jerking us both. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my trousers and underwear, so I mirrored Ethan, both naked, with only our socks to protect us from the cold stone floor.
I placed my hands on the side of his arms and turned him around, so he faced away from me. I moved closer to him, my cock resting on the cleft of his ass. I kissed his neck again, where his shoulders hunched up for a moment before relaxing again.
Continuing, I slid my arms between his, and caressed his chest, pinching his erect nipples, before tracing his stomach muscles with a finger, before reaching his waiting cock. I gripped a hold of it with one hand and cupped his balls with the other.
I tugged on his cock, squeezing it tightly, before proceeding to jerk him off. I started to go faster and could hear his breathing rate increasing. I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer.
Faster and faster, I went, until he let out a loud cry, a noise that echoed around the stone room.
“Aaahh, aaahh, mmmm!” He cried out, unable to suppress the noise.
His body bucked back against mine as he came. I kept going, until he couldn’t handle anymore and begged me to stop.
I let go and he turned around, he grabbed the side of my face and pulled me close for a very passionate kiss, as he pulled away, he bit my bottom lip and as he released it, he gave me a devilish smile.
Not finished there, he quickly dropped to his knees and took me in his mouth. I tilted my head back and let out a moan as his warm mouth covered my cock.
Fuck, this was so good, quite possibly the best I had ever felt. I combed my fingers through his wavy hair as his tongue swirled around the head of my cock. I wanted to fuck him so badly at this point.
I pulled his head back to stop him and he looked up at me. I gave him a look that he knew meant it was time. I helped him back up on to his feet.
My cock ached with anticipation.
“You ready?” I asked.
He nodded his head.
“Just put your hands against the wall, like this, yeah and just push your backside out.”
I demonstrated for him, so he could see.
He copied what I did, and I walked behind him, positioning myself.
“Just try and relax okay.”
I slid my hand from his neck, down his spine and on to his ass and between his cheeks. Finding his entrance, my finger danced around it, teasing him. His body twitched, and when I pressed my thumb inside him, his whole body tensed up.
“Just relax.”
I continued to probe his ass with my thumb, before switching it to my index finger and then adding my middle finger too, stretching his hole as gently as I could.
When I felt he was ready, I withdrew and gripped my cock, sliding it down between his taut buttocks.
In the absence of any lube, I spat down on my cock and rubbed it along his entrance.
I pushed forward. The head of my cock eager to get inside of him. Ethan let out a cry of pain, his hands clenched into fists against the wall as he tried to cope with the pain of having his sphincter stretched by my cock.
I gave him a moment, before pushing again. The head of my cock eventually pushing through, his muscles contracted, squeezing me tightly with a vice like grip.
I had to keep going, otherwise he’d push me out. I pushed again; this time harder.
Ethan grunted loudly, almost crying this time.
“It’s okay, I’m nearly there, just try and relax okay,” I said, trying to reassure him.
Like a dam that had given way, the resistance eased and I slid in deeper, my body now flush against his. I held myself inside him for a moment, letting his body adapt to my girth.
I gently pulled back, before pushing in again, Ethan seeming to cope better this time, so I continued.
Grabbing on to his narrow hips, I pulled him closer, burying myself deeper into him. A moan followed my every thrust, as I steadily built up a rhythm.
What began slowly, was soon a consistent clap as our bodies clashed against each others.
I could feel my orgasm rising, faster and faster, I bucked. My hands moving from his hips, up his back and onto his shoulders.
Ethan arched his back, as I continued to plough into him, the immense pleasure steadily building and building, my heart beating faster and faster, my legs shaking uncontrollably and then, with one final push, driving into him as deep as I could possibly go. I came inside of him, groaning loudly as I emptied everything I had inside of him. It was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced and just like that it was over, I had taken his virginity.
What started as payment for services rendered, became so much more and I’d only known him for less than two days.
I collapsed behind him, resting my cheek on his back for a second.
As I felt my dick soften, I pulled out of him.
Ethan turned around and we looked at each other, where he just smiled at me.
“So, that was something.”
“Yeah,” I replied.
“You kissed me.”
“And you kissed me back.”
“I’ve never kissed a another guy before.”
“Me either.”
“Really? I thought you said you fucked a lot of guys.”
“I have, but I don’t kiss them, I just fuck them.”
“So why did you kiss me?”
“I don’t know.” I replied shrugging my shoulders, giving him the typical male teenager response.
“Hmm.”
“Hmm, what?”
“I think you like me, Thomas,” Ethan declared.
To agree with Ethan, was to admit a vulnerability and this wasn’t something I could handle. I immediately became defensive and my walls shot up.
“It was just sex, Ethan. I fucked you, that was it,” I replied, trying to hide my growing feelings for him.
“Oh,” Ethan said dejectedly.
“We barely know each other, you’ve been here, what two days and you think I’m suddenly in love with you, dude!”
The smile had faded from his face.
“I didn’t say love, I said like, okay!”
“Tomatoe, tomato.”
Ethan, now upset, started grabbing his clothes off the floor and putting them on again.
“Jesus, Thomas. Why do you have to be such a dick.”
“What have I done?” I said all defensively.
“You’re the one, who’s got the wrong idea here, not me,” I continued.
“Just… just don’t, okay.”
“Christ, if I knew you were going to get all crazy like this, I wouldn’t have fucked you.”
“Fuck you, Thomas. Fuck you.”
Ethan’s eyes were moist, and I could see a tear forming. I had definitely gone too far. He put his blazer on over his undone shirt and left, slamming the door behind him.
I stood there naked and alone, wondering what the fuck I had just done. Why couldn’t I have just said yes, I like you. What was so wrong with that? Why did I take it as if I was being accused of something and get all defensive.
I scooped up my trousers from the floor and took out my cigarettes and lighter from my pockets and lit one up.
I took a long drag and exhaled.
“Fuck!” I cried out.
For all the years I had been here, I had never liked any one, the people in my life were a means to an end. They wanted something from me, I took something from them. That’s how it worked, that’s how it always worked.
“Fuck!” I cried out again.
Why was I getting so worked up about this. He was just another fuck, just like all the others. The more I thought about it, the more angry I got.
I finished my cigarette and stubbed it out against the wall, then angrily got dressed, muttering incoherently under my breath and left, heading towards the dining hall.
When I joined the queue, I found myself looking around to see if Ethan was here, but there was no sign of him.
After collecting my food, I sat down, realising that I wasn’t even hungry. I took a mouthful of food, then pushed the tray away, unable to continue.
I got up and left the dining hall, and headed out. I didn’t want to go back to the dorm in case Ethan was there, so I found myself wandering aimlessly around the school. I needed time to clear my head and to calm down.
Before I knew it, it had turned 9PM, and while not late, I knew I had to be back at the dorm. When I returned, I walked past each of the bunks until I reached mine. I glanced across to Ethan’s bunk and could see that he was in bed.
I climbed into mine and waited for the lights to automatically switch off at 9:30. I couldn’t sleep, finding myself unable to think of anything but Ethan. I had only known the guy for two days, but he had found a way to occupy my constant thoughts.
I felt bad for how I reacted and how I treated Ethan, making him feel like he was just another cheap lay, when in reality, it was so much more.
The hours ticked by as I stared into the darkness. The few torches that were on and the late night ‘get togethers’ had long passed and there was only silence, every so often interrupted with a loud snore.
I couldn’t wait any longer, the only way I knew I’d sleep, is if I apologised to Ethan.
I carefully crept out of bed and snuck over to Ethan’s bunk. As I contemplated waking him up, I could hear him talking 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 rapidly moving beneath his eyelids.
“No, no, no,” he muttered out.
I nudged his arm gently.
“Ethan, Ethan,” I whispered loudly.
His head tossed and turned on his pillow.
“Ethan,” I said again, nudging his arm one more time.
“Huh, what,” he sleepily replied, slowly opening his eyes.
As I came into focus, the expression on his face changed.
“Oh, it’s you. What do you want?” He asked, with a hint of anger in his voice.
“Can we talk?”
“There’s nothing to talk about, I’m just another payment fuck, right?”
He turned his head to face away from me.
“Okay, we don’t have to talk. I’ll talk, you just listen.”
Ethan huffed, and I took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry, okay. I… I didn’t mean it to go down like that. I’m just not used to you know…”
“What? being nice,” Ethan replied, still looking away from me.
“I’m not used to liking the people I have sex with. I mean like, proper liking you know. It’s always been kinda transactional.”
“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 around to face me.
“Well, as you so bluntly put it, we’ve only known each other for two days, how can you possibly like me.”
“While that is true, I’ve liked what I’ve seen so far and I’d like to get to know you more if you let me.”
“I think we both need to know each other better, don’t you?” I added.
The anger started to leave Ethan’s voice.
“I guess so,” he replied sighing.
“Look, I don’t expect forgiveness, but I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry I was a dick, and that I do in fact like you.”
“Well, I like you too and not just because you saved my ass from the Jones twins.”
“Okay,” I replied.
“And I accept your apology.”
“Thank you. Now where do we go from here?”
A little smile returned to his face.
“Well, we could hug, if you want to.”
Ethan opened his blanket, inviting me into his bed.
I climbed in and he wrapped the blanket around me as he put his arm around me.
We nestled closer together.
“So, in the interest of starting a new, my name is Thomas Bates, I’m eighteen and I’m a Leo,” I whispered.
Ethan smiled again at my silliness.
“Well, my name is Ethan Turner, I’m also eighteen and I’m a Gemini. It’s nice to meet you, Thomas,” he replied, whispering back.
We both started to giggle, at the ridiculousness of our conversation.
“Sshh!” I said, putting my finger to my lips, trying to control it, “We’ll wake everyone up.”
“Sorry, sorry.” Ethan replied in a hushed voice.
From that point on, and through out the night we quietly bonded under the covers, getting to know each other properly. Who knows where this will lead, but I’m looking forward to finding out.