A gay story: The Boys of Saint Augustine’s Ch. 02 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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 ##Once again, we find ourselves in the picturesque English countryside, returning to the hallowed grounds of Saint Augustine’s.
With the arrival of summer comes the eagerly anticipated annual rugby tournament, where boarding schools from neighbouring counties vie for the illustrious All County Cup.
This year, the spotlight falls on Saint Augustine’s as they proudly take up the mantle of hosts.
Confidence is high, but will this year be their year?
## Oliver (Ollie) ##The assembly hall, as vast as it was, was packed to capacity with at least two hundred sweaty young men, all seated uncomfortably and all impatiently waiting for our Headmaster – Mr. Griffiths’ inaugural ‘All County Cup’ speech.
Under the oppressive summer heat, the air became parched and stifling, and the smell of body odour hung like a heavy, suffocating fog, enveloping us in its pungent embrace.
I could feel the uncomfortable combination of both my armpits and crotch sweating profusely. I couldn’t wait for this to finish so I could take a much-needed shower.
Thankfully, Mr Griffiths had just made his entrance. The assembly hall doors swung open and with a stride of purpose, he marched down the length of the hall and made his way to the stage.
The school faculty had already been assembled and were seated in a line on the stage, patiently waiting for their leader’s arrival.
We all watched, as he stomped up the adjoining wooden stairs to reach the top of the stage and made his way to the podium, that had been set out for him.
Towering behind it, he rested his hands on either side and gripped the edges.
“Good afternoon, everyone.”
His voice boomed throughout the hall, commanding everyone’s immediate attention.
“Good afternoon, Mr Griffiths,” we collectively droned back in what now felt like a Pavlovian response.
He continued.
“As you’re all aware, Saint Augustine has the distinct honour of hosting this year’s All County Cup, so I want you all to be on your best behaviour and extend our visiting guests, the warmest of welcomes when they arrive.”
He paused briefly to clear his throat and resumed.
“As this year’s hosts, we will need to implement some temporary arrangements. As such, lunch and dinner times will be staggered and the dormitories will effectively be halved so we can accommodate the influx of visiting participants. So unfortunately, you will need to pair up, in order to free up those extra bunks. Your dorm leaders will be around to arrange this with you.”
There was an audible groan from the audience, as we all glanced around looking at each other. Sharing a narrow bed was one thing, but sharing it in this heat.
“Yes, I know, it’s far from ideal, but it is only for three days. I’m sure you can put up with each others smelly feet until then.”
The faculty sitting behind him, smiled, but the rest of us were not amused.
Mr Griffiths continued to talk for the next ten minutes about the virtues of good sportsmanship and hospitality, but as I glanced around the hall, it was a case of in one ear out the other, with everyone too hot to be paying any sort of attention to him.
Even the faculty behind him began to flag. Professor Tobias, one of the older members, appeared to have nodded off, his head bobbing and his eyes struggling to stay open.
“Before we all conclude for the day, I just want our proud athletes to stand up for a moment. Come on, stand up boys,” he said, signalling for us to stand up.
I looked around at the other boys who were due to compete, and we all slowly got to our feet.
“Let’s wish them all luck and give them a round of applause.”
Mr Griffiths began the applause, with the faculty soon joining him and then everyone else. The sound of clapping woke Professor Tobias, who looked somewhat confused as to what was going on, but started to clap anyway with everyone else.
When the applause died down, Mr. Griffiths dismissed everyone, and the hall cleared out in minutes, with everyone rushing toward the nearest exit.
Quick to get up, I was caught in the inertia of the moving crowd and like a strong river current, I found myself being carried from the hall and expelled into the corridors outside along with everyone else.
“OLLIE! OLIVER mate.”
I heard my name being shouted but couldn’t see where it was coming from. I looked through the crowd and could see a hand waving to me.
“WAIT UP!” the voice shouted again.
The crowd eventually dispersed enough for me to see who was calling after me. It was Adam, a rugby teammate and my best friend.
“Hey Ollie,”
“Oh hey, Ad,” I replied.
“A few of us are heading down to Miller’s Lake, you in?”
“Definitely, anything to get me out of here,” I replied, pulling at my collar.
Miller’s Lake, located on the outskirts of the school grounds, was a secluded spot perfect for cooling off or basking in the sun. Its easy accessibility made it the perfect destination to sneak away to.
Together, we left the main school building, and ventured out in to the lush school grounds. The afternoon sun was particularly intense, so we made our way across the sandy cotswold stoned path to the nearby orchard for some much needed shade and protection from the sun.
The light dappled through the trees and the dry fallen leaves crunched under our feet, as we strolled through the orchard on our way to the lake.
Adam and I briefly chatted about our teams’ chances in the cup, before switching to idle chit chat.
“So, who else did you say, will be at the lake?” I asked Adam.
“Just a few of the other rugby boys, you know Michael, Andrew, Jason and Steven, I think.”
“Cool.”
After leaving the shade of the orchard, we followed a well-worn path between two bushes, then descended a slight slope to reach the rocky shore of the lake.
The other boys were already there and were tossing a rugby ball to one another.
“Here they are,” one of the boys called out.
“Hey Ollie, catch!” Andrew yelled.
The rugby ball was thrown straight at me, and I caught it, clutching it to my chest.
“Nice throw, Andrew. Maybe next time you can throw like that during an actual game.”
Andrew laughed.
“Fuck you, Ollie,” he jokingly shouted back.
I threw the ball back to him, while Adam and I continued to approach the group.
“Hey guys, hot enough for you?” Michael asked.
Michael and Andrew had already taken their shirts off, while Jason and Steven opted to undo the top buttons of their shirt only.
“Fuck yes. I thought I was going to pass out during Griffith’s speech.”
“I know, right, and the smell of B.O, Jesus,” Adam said, chipping in.
“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I need a swim to cool off, you all up for it?” Andrew asked everyone.
“Count me in, I’m sweating pints over here, my crotch is sweating so much, my dick is treading water.”
The guys laughed and we all agreed, with the exception of Jason and Steven, who opted to remain on the shore and sit in the shade.
Michael and Andrew had a head start in undressing. While Adam and I were still unbuttoning our shirts, they had already removed their shoes and were halfway through pulling down their trousers.
I wondered how far they were prepared to go, and the answer became obvious pretty quickly. Michael was the first to get completely naked, shortly followed by Andrew.
Michael was the rugby team captain and the team prop, he was so widely respected by the team, we would’ve happily followed the guy into the pits of hell had he asked.
His big personality was matched only by his physique. He had a large build, with thick arms, a prominent chest, and muscular thighs.
Michael was also known by his nick name ‘The Horse’.
Most people who had met Michael naturally assumed he got that name because he was strong and powerful on the field, like a horse. But for those who knew him and subsequently seen him in the shower, knew it was due to the fact he had one hell of a massive cock.
It was so big, that while the rest of us wore a cup during rugby matches to protect our crown jewels, he wore a fruit bowl.
It was surprisingly difficult not to stare at his dick, just because of the sheer size of it; which is probably why he had no problem being naked in front of other people. He literally had no equal in this department.
I did my best to maintain eye contact but fuck me was it difficult not to look. He might as well have been wearing a flashing neon arrow pointing to it on his chest.
Andrew on the other hand was much smaller than Michael, although still muscular. He was our number eight, and boy was he fast, he might not have had the longest of legs, but man that guy could cover some serious ground, a regular human dynamo. While he wasn’t the biggest of guys, he was never afraid of a fight, and would happily go toe to toe with guys twice his size, if it meant defending himself or his teammates. His dick may not have been any where near as big as Michaels, but this guy had some serious big dick energy.
Adam and I were still undressing, when Michael and Andrew turned and made their way to the waters edge, shoulder barging each other along the way, which was quite funny to see, considering the size difference between the two. Andrew literally had to jump up to reach Michael. They jumped in, splashing wildly, kicking water at each other.
Keen to join them, Adam and I looked at each other and dropped our underwear at the same time.
Adam was built much like I was. We were tall and lean, and stature wise sat somewhere in between Michael and Andrew. With Adam it was like looking into a mirror, which made sense as we both occupied similar positions on the team, we were the inside and outside centres.
I could see the flicker of Adam’s eyes as he scanned my naked body, eventually fixating on my groin. When I caught him looking, his gaze quickly shifted to my face, and he gave me an embarrassed smile. While he had never openly admitted it, I could sense his curiosity in men, a sense that, if I was honest, recognised in myself as well.
Sexual activity at Saint Augustine’s was an open secret; it happened all the time. Everyone needed that release. For some, a quick tug in the shower was enough, but for others it got boring pretty quickly, so who better to scratch that itch, than your fellow man.
From what I’d observed, Adam had watched others collectively ‘scratch that itch,’ but never once participated, even though I sensed he’d like to. Perhaps his shyness was holding him back.
If you were into guys, being on the rugby team, was like eating at a buffet, there was something for everyone. What ever your preference, big guys, little guys, hairy or hairless, muscular or lean, you could be sure at least one person would tick your box.
“Come on, I’ll race you,” I said, slapping the side of his arm and making a dash for the water.
He quickly followed in pursuit, and the quick burst of speed had our dicks flapping in all directions.
Jason and Steven were content to sit against two big rocks, under the shade of a nearby tree and watched as our pale, sweaty bodies ran across the hot gravelly stones and into the water.
As we splashed into the lake, we dove headfirst into the water, submerging ourselves in its cool embrace.
We waded around for a bit, shooting the breeze and sharing laughs at each other’s jokes. Soon after, we engaged in some playful wrestling, with all three of us attempting to take on Michael. I grabbed his left arm, Adam grabbed his right, and Andrew wrapped his arms around Michael’s waist.
Despite our best efforts to take him down, Michael’s incredible strength kept him upright as he strode through the water, with all of us clinging to him, laughing our arses off. He eventually shrugged us off, one by one, tossing us into the water, then beating his chest like a gorilla.
After our bout of wrestling, we finally settled on tossing the rugby ball around in the water.
We had been in the water for about thirty minutes or so, when I had the sudden urge to pee.
“Be back in a minute, just taking a piss guys,” I called out, throwing the ball to Adam and trudging out of the water.”
Michael wolf whistled as my bare ass became visible from the water line.
I responded with a middle finger behind my back.
As I reached the shore, I only now noticed that Jason and Steven weren’t there anymore. Perhaps they had gone for a walk, I thought. Thinking no more about it, I went to find cover as I was still naked, and I needed a nice tree to take a piss against.
As I ventured deeper into the surrounding growth, I could hear the sound of soft whispers. With my curiosity getting the best of me, I went to see what it was, only to stumble upon Jason and Steven in a secluded spot.
I was about to say hello to the guys, when it suddenly became very clear what they were up to.
Steven was bent forward and had his trousers and underwear heaped around his ankles, with his shirt pulled up his back, all the while holding onto a tree for support. Jason, also with his trousers and underwear around his ankles, was standing directly behind him, holding on to Stevens hips, with his shirt wide open.
I had no idea those two were… I mean I don’t know what this is, were they just fuck buddies, or was there more to it than that.
Jason and Steven were the open-side and blindside flankers of the team. Jason, being the blindside, was bigger than Steven and as guys go, was blessed with ridiculously good looks and a body to match.
Of all the guys on the team, I was convinced he had the potential to be a professional model, I don’t normally use this word to describe other men, but the guy was beautiful. Steven on the other hand was shorter, and subjectively not as handsome as Jason.
Seeing them together like this surprised me. Don’t get me wrong, when they’re on the pitch they made an excellent duo, but I would have thought with Jason’s good looks, he could easily have anyone he wanted and there were guys who were better looking than Steven, but I’ll be the first to admit, that’s an incredibly shallow view to have and I know first hand Steven is a really good guy and there’s more to people than just their looks – don’t judge a book by its cover and all that.
With my presence undetected, I retreated behind a tree, unable to decide on what to do.
From my new position, I could now clearly hear and see them talking to each other.
“Fuck, you’re so tight Steven,” Jason muttered softly, pushing deeper into Steven.
Steven sucked air between his teeth and gripped tightly onto the tree.
“I’m not tight, it’s that thick dick of yours Jase,” Steven said, looking back at Jason and giving him a smile that hid his discomfort.
“Ha, you love it.”
“Fuck yeah, I love it, now hurry up and fuck me, before the others know we’re gone.”
Jason repositioned his hands and heaved Steven closer to him, practically lifting his legs off the floor.
“Oooh fuck,” Steven cried out.
“What? Too much?”
“Nah, that was good, keep going,” Steven encouraged.
“Okay, you’re the boss.”
Jason did it again and again, ploughing into Steven, with a fair bit of force.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Steven cried out, his voice warbling slightly from the impact.
Seeing Jason fuck Steven was mesmerising. Even though I knew I should have walked away and give them their privacy, I just couldn’t look away.
The way Jason was going, he looked like a porn star. With his shirt open, his chest glistening with sweat and his abs flexing. I found myself getting hard just watching them.
Jason’s hips smoothly bucked against Steven’s buttocks, clearly bringing much delight to Steven, if his facial expression was anything to go by.
“Fuck Steven, I’m close. Do you want me to pull out and shoot on your back?” Jason said with ragged breath.
“You can cum inside me if you want.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, yeah. This feels too good to pull out now.”
Jason bucked his hips a few more times. Even in the midst of climax, the guy smouldered. He let out a long groan.
“Ohhhh yeah! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!”
His head shot back, and his arms and legs shook as he climaxed. He was pulling back on Steven’s hips so tightly, his biceps bulged.
As he descended from his orgasmic high, his body visibly relaxed, Jason moved his right hand to his dick, gripped the base and gently pulled back from Steven.
As Steven started to stand upright, Jason grabbed his hand and quickly spun him around, then pushed him up against the tree he was previously holding on to.
They stood there for a moment deeply gazing into each others eyes, the look was so intense, it made me come to the realisation that I’d wish someone would look at me like that.
Jason cupped the side of Steven’s face and their lips soon joined in an embrace.
When the kiss was finished, Jason rested his forehead against Steven’s.
With their faces so close together, it was difficult to hear them, but I’m pretty sure I heard the words ‘I love you’.
It was a beautiful moment to witness, and I felt like a giant dick for spying on them.
I could see the corner of Jason’s mouth turn up, as he smiled. He slickly moved his hand on to Steven’s erect cock and gripped it.
His hand quickly went to work, as he began pleasuring Steven. You could see Steven was struggling to cope with Jason’s quick hand movements.
As they continued to stare into each others’ eyes, they never once broke their gaze.
“Aaah, Jason, I… I’m gonna cum.”
“Then cum for me,” he replied.
Steven’s upper body suddenly lurched forward, as cum spewed from the tip of his cock, spraying his seed wildly on the forest floor.
“Jase, Jase, stop, stop.” Steven cried out, closing his eyes and biting his bottom lip.
Jason stopped, releasing his grip on Steven’s cock. There was a drop of cum stuck to the back of his hand between his thumb and index finger.
What Jason did next, shocked me. He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked the cum from it, before proceeding to stick his tongue in Steven’s mouth.
I could feel myself mouthing the words ‘Holy Fuck’ at how insanely hot that was, as they kissed again.
My own cock at this point was completely vertical. I couldn’t believe how much this had turned me on. There was no way I could go back to the others with a hardon like this, I’d never hear the end of it. I knew I’d have no choice but to quickly take care of it. I quietly snuck away, leaving Jason and Steven and went to find some where else I could be alone.
Having found a spot, I leaned against one of the trees and started to jack it as quickly as I could. Seeing Jason and Steven like that, with their love, passion and intensity so evident, it made me think about my own life. Could I have, what they appeared to have? What would that even look like?
I guess the closest thing I’ve ever had to a meaningful relationship, was my friendship with Adam.
My mind started to drift, and I began to imagine what it would be like if Adam and I were more than just friends. I mean, was that such a crazy idea? We already got on so well, but could I imagine being romantically and intimately involved with him? I think I could, or at least I’d like to think I could.
There was so much to think about. Did I just admit to myself I like boys, or do I just like Adam, or is it just this place making me think I like boys, because there are no girls to lust after.
My horniness reasserted its hold over me and I started to picture Adam being bent over, holding onto that tree and me being the one behind him, sliding in and out of him, fuck, it was wild to picture.
I felt my heart begin to race, and my breathing getting faster. I could feel my orgasm building, then suddenly it took me. I gripped hard on my cock, as watery liquid sprayed out of me, before thick ropes of semen surged out of me, clinging to the leaves of a nearby bush.
As I caught my breath, I watched as a strand of my cum sagged from one leaf on to another.
Remembering, I took the piss I originally came back here for and headed back towards the lake to join the others.
As I emerged from the trees, I could see Jason and Steven sitting in their original spot, like nothing had happened.
“Oh, hey guys,” I greeted.
“Hey Ollie,” Jason replied.
“Where did you go?” Steven asked.
“Just went to take a leak, that’s all.”
Jason and Steven nervously glanced at each other, then back at me. Then it was Jason’s turn to ask a question.
“Did you see anything, while you back there?”
“Like what?” I replied, playing dumb.
“Oh, nothing, just stuff.”
“Nope, it was just me and the trees.”
“Cool, cool,” Jason said, fidgeting with his hands.
It suddenly dawned on me that I was casually standing there stark naked, with my hands on my hips as if I was some seasoned nudist. I tried to angle my body, so I wasn’t flaunting myself in their general direction.
“Are you guys coming in?” I asked, tilting my head towards the lake.
“Maybe in a bit,” Steven replied.
“Okay, well I’ll leave you to it then.”
I left the guys and joined the others in the water.
“There he is,” Michael said, tossing the ball to me.
As I caught the ball, the water splashed into my eyes and the guys started laughing. Wiping the water from my eyes, I threw the ball back to where I thought Michael was, but ended up throwing it near Andrew.
Adam waded over to me. Smiling, he seemed to want to say something, when Andrew called out his name and threw the ball.
Adam turned to catch the ball, but in doing so, lost his balance and tumbled backward into me. I instinctively reached out to steady myself, inadvertently pulling Adam down with me. We both fell under the water, Adam seemed to thrash about on top of me, pushing me deeper, where I hit the lake bed.
He stepped on me a few times as he tried to regain his footing, before quickly reaching down into the water, where I grabbed his hand. With a hard yank of my arm, he pulled me up. I didn’t realise how intertwined our bodies had become. His leg was in between mine and when I stood up, our lower halves were touching.
Adam glanced at me, his eyes holding an unfamiliar intensity. For a fleeting moment, it felt like time froze. That moment, however, was short lived, interrupted by my coughing fit as I tried to expel the water from my lungs.
Michael and Andrew quickly swam over.
“I’m so sorry guys, that was so my fault, are you two, okay?” Andrew asked, putting his hand on my shoulder.
I raised my hand and put it by my mouth as I coughed again.
“I’m good, just fancied a drink that’s all,” I joked.
Andrew looked relieved, while I then looked at Adam.
“You okay? Sorry for pulling you under, bro.”
He nodded his head.
“Are you alright?” He asked back, his voice laced with concern.
I nodded and coughed once more.
“Besides, if we were struggling, I’m sure we could have all grabbed on to Michael’s pool noodle.”
Everyone laughed and the once tense moment was gone.
“Maybe we should wrap up this little swim session of ours,” Michael suggested.
I nodded my head and we all waded back to the shore.
We hung around for a while, waiting to dry off in the sun, before putting our clothes back on. All six of us then headed back to the school.
We broke down into three groups of two on the walk back and I was paired with Adam once more.
“Thanks again for the assist back there,” I said.
“It was nothing, I’m just glad you’re okay.”
“Oh, and sorry for draping my junk all over your leg when you pulled me up.”
“Ha, and I guess I should apologise for the same then, I think we were both all over each other,” Adam said laughing.
We carried on walking for a bit, when I thought about what we could do when we got back to the dorm.
“Do you want to come back to my bunk later?”
Adam turned to look at me and comically raised an eyebrow.
“I insist you buy me dinner first, Ollie.”
“Ha ha. For a game of card’s you tosser,” I responded, playfully scrapping with him.
“Stop, stop it, of course I’ll play,” he said laughing, as I tried to put him in a head lock.
When we reached the main school building, we said our goodbyes to rest of the rugby boys and went our separate ways.
Adam and I headed up the stairs on the way to our dorm, where we ran into a small group of boys, that had assembled by one of the large windows, that overlooked the main courtyard.
Adam and I looked at each other and went over to the boys to see what the commotion was.
“What’s going on boys?” I asked.
A boy turned his head around to answer. It was Thomas Bates; someone I shared a few classes with and who’d hooked me up with a few things over the years.
“Hey, Thomas, what’s happening?”
“They’re here.”
“Who?”
“Saint Dominic’s.”
Saint Dominic’s, our first arrivals and fiercest rivals, exuded an air of elitism, always considering themselves superior to others and boasting about their school’s superiority.
Having won the cup more times than any other school, they acted as if they owned it, their victory a foregone conclusion. Confidence is one thing, but their arrogance knew no bounds, reaching a whole new level.
“Urgh! I hate those guys, always up themselves. The pompous pricks,” Thomas added.
Adam and I pushed our way forward to get a better look. A coach had parked outside, and groups of boys donned in white tracksuits were getting off. Mr Griffith’s was outside greeting them and shepherding them all into the main building.
“I hope they’re not in our dorm,” Adam said.
“I’m going for a smoke; I hope you guys wipe the floor with them in this cup.”
“We’ll do our best.”
Thomas merged into the crowd and then disappeared. We hung around for another ten minutes, watching as the other schools arrived.
Following them were Saint Peter’s, Saint Mary’s, Saint George’s, and finally Saint Barts.
I nudged Adam’s arm.
“Come on Ad, let’s go.”
We left the crowd and made our way to the dorm. When we reached my bunk, Adam sat on the edge of the bed, while I pulled out the deck of cards from my drawer, and sat cross legged on the bed.
“So, are you nervous?” I asked, shuffling the deck.
“Nervous?”
“Yeah, about tomorrow.”
“Maybe, a little.”
“Me too, but some nerves are good, keeps you grounded I find.”
I had just divided the cards between us, and we started our game, when I could see Tristan doing the rounds.
Tristan was our dorm leader and was responsible for looking after the dorm and all its occupants. He was also one of the few students in the school who was openly gay. He was camp, unashamedly flirtatious and loved male attention. He also had a reputation for being incredibly promiscuous.
With his clipboard tucked under his arm, he sashayed towards us, before stopping at the foot of the bed.
Tristan was tall and skinny, with short platinum blonde hair, he always wore his shirt collar up and always had the first four buttons of his shirt undone, revealing his hairless chest, which he adorned with a silver cross around his neck.
“Hello boys, and how are my two favourite rugby stars today?”
“Good, thanks, Tris.”
“Yeah, good, thanks,” Adam replied.
“Excellent, and are you both looking forward to the start of the tournament tomorrow?”
“Can’t wait.”
“Good, good.”
Tristan looked at his clipboard and then back at us.
“I’m organising the sleeping arrangements for tonight, are you two happy to share?”
I looked at Adam and he looked at me, and we nodded our heads in agreement.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Good stuff.”
Tristan had just jotted something down on his clipboard, when Jason approached.
“There’s my gorgeous dorm leader,” he announced.
“Now, now, Jason, I prefer the title ‘Dorm Queen’, but flattery will get you everywhere, that and those deliciously tight buns of yours,” Tristan quipped, tilting his head to the side, and giving them an admiring glance.
Jason smiled and looked at us.
“Oh hey, guys. Don’t mean to interrupt, I was wondering if I could just have a quick word with Tris.”
“Sure. Go for it.”
“What can I do for you, handsome?” Tristan asked.
“Yeah, I was wondering if I could swap with Evan tonight.”
Tristan looked at the list of names on his clipboard, dragging his index finger down along the way.
“So that would put you with… Steven.”
“Yeah, that’s right. There’re a few things I need to go over.”
“I bet there are,” Tristan replied salaciously.
“I mean, for the match tomorrow,” Jason clarified, nervously laughing.
“Sure, sure,” Tristan said, winking theatrically, teasing him again.
He scribbled on his clipboard once again, then leaned back slightly and feigned surprise.
“Whoops, I appear to have written my name next to yours. Silly me. I’ll just fix that… unless there’s anything you want me to go over tonight?”
Adam and I did our best to stifle our laugh.
“Maybe next time, Tris.”
Jason gave him a little smile.
“Oh well, can’t blame a boy for trying. There, it’s done,” Tristan replied, correcting the list.
“Thanks Tris, you’re the best.”
Jason patted the side of Tristan’s arm and said goodbye before walking off.
Tristan audibly sighed.
“My work never ends. Anyway, yes where was I? Oh yes, and if you two need anything, feel free to…”
He paused, while giving us a quick look up and down.
“Put it in my inbox,” he said somewhat suggestively. “And I’ll take care of it,” he then finished.
“Laters, boys.”
“See ya,” Adam and I replied.
After Tristan had left, Adam and I simply looked at each other.
“He’s something else, isn’t he.”
“Oh yeah, definitely.”
I placed my ace of hearts down on top of the pile of discarded cards on the bed.
“So, I guess we’re bunk mates tonight.”
Adam, picked up a new card from the deck.
“I guess so,” He replied, looking directly at me.
“FYI, I’m a bit of a fidget in my sleep, so I hope I don’t disturb you too much.”
“Ha, me too. Looks like none of us are getting any sleep tonight then.”
Adam then gave me the look; it was the same look as the one from the lake.
“What?” I asked.
“Huh?” He replied back.
“That look you gave me just now.”
“What look?”
“The look. You did it earlier when you pulled me up from the water as well.”
“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about,” Adam replied, trying to dismiss it.
I looked at him again, he clearly didn’t want to talk about it.
“Hmm, okay. Maybe I imagined it.”
“Probably.”
We continued to play cards for a while, then went down for dinner. When we returned, we could see that Saint Barts had moved in and were occupying one half of the dorm.
There were a lot of stares back and forth as we walked to my bunk.
Tristan was busy playing host, laughing away and flirting like crazy with a group of boys.
For the rest of the evening, Adam and I hung out and continued playing cards.
As lights out approached we got ready for bed. We stood at the side of my bed, and due to the lingering heat, we wore nothing but our boxers. I could feel Adam was waiting for me to decide on how we were going to position ourselves, side by side or top and tail.
“Top and tail, I guess.”
“Sounds good to me,” Adam replied.
I pulled back the covers and we both climbed into the bed.
“Well, good night, Ad.”
“Night, Ol.”
Needless to say, we were a bit snug. Our bodies had no choice but to touch, as the left side of me, rubbed against the left side of him. The hairs on Adam’s legs tickled the side of my arm.
As predicted, there were a lot of little movements, as we both tried to get comfortable next to each other. Eventually we did settle and ended up on our sides facing each other, which created a bit more room between us.
A few hours slipped by as I waited for sleep to take me, when I suddenly felt what I assumed to be Adam’s hand gently brush against my crotch. Though the touch was light, it was enough to elicit a reaction.
I tried to ignore it, but my body had other ideas, and I could feel the beginnings of erection coming on. Like a young sapling sprouting from the ground, my dick found a way to poke its way through the opening of my boxers.
I knew if I touched it now, it would only get worse, so I choose to leave it where it was and hope that Adam wouldn’t notice and things wouldn’t become super awkward between us.
My plan was working, until I felt his hand make contact again. This time however, it felt different. At first it was just a graze, but now I could feel a finger brush along the underside of my cock, instantly making harder.
I didn’t say anything, in case it was an accident, he did say he was a fidget after all and I didn’t want to embarrass him, so I pretended to sleep.
His hand continued to lightly brush against me, moving from the underside of my cock to my now engorged head. My cock suddenly twitched, and the contact stopped.
I wondered if it would resume, but it didn’t. My cock was achingly hard from his touch, and I found myself secretly hoping for it to continue, but nothing happened, with Adam turning to face the other side.
Eventually, as time went on my erection died back down, but I found myself unable to sleep, thinking about what had happened. Was Adam aware of what he was doing?
I carefully considered reciprocating, to see how he would react, but if he wasn’t aware of what he was doing then it wouldn’t be appropriate.
Adam turned, facing towards me again and this time I felt something brush against my hand.
It wasn’t the cotton of his boxers I felt, it was the feel of soft skin and I had a pretty good idea at what was now resting by my hand.
I grazed it with my thumb, and it twitched.
This had to be intentional, surely. I moved my hand against it, in a way that could be passed off as accidental. The softness I felt earlier had gone, his hardness was now evident.
I copied what he did to me originally, lightly brushing my finger along the underside of his cock.
As I gently teased Adam’s cock, he suddenly caught me off guard. My heart instantly started racing as I felt his fingers go through the gap at the front of my boxers and touched the tip of my cock, gently pulling my foreskin back and forth over my head.
The deliberate intimacy of his touch sent a surge of electricity coursing through my body.
My erection swiftly returned, fuelled by Adam’s skilled touch. His fingertips navigated the length of my shaft with precision, exerting pressure evenly, while the head of my cock nestled comfortably against his palm.
I did the same to him, both our hands now manipulating each other. What began as gentle caresses escalated into fervent strokes. I mirrored Adam’s tempo, and in the silence of the night, all I could hear was the sound of his laboured breath.
If he was at the same place as me, I knew this would be over soon. My breaths became shallow as he pushed me to the brink, then suddenly, it just stopped.
Letting go of me, he placed his hand on top of mine for me to stop. Adam then quickly and quietly left the bed and disappeared into the dark, leaving me in a whirlwind of confusion. I laid there stunned and on the cusp of orgasm, grappling with a flood of questions. What had just happened? Why did he stop? Was it something I did? Was I not good for him? My mind raced with possibilities.
Part of me wanted to chase after him, to demand answers or at least gain some semblance of clarity. But another part held me back, urging caution and restraint. Perhaps it was best to let things settle, to cool down first before confronting it head on.
Half an hour had passed before he returned. He said nothing, simply slipping back into bed and turning away from me. Though I wanted to say something, his closed-off body language made it clear he wasn’t open to conversation.
Sleep at this point, was nothing more than a pipe dream. I remained awake, in case Adam wanted to say something, but he never did.
Morning arrived, and the dorm began to stir. I propped myself up on my elbows to look at Adam.
“Ad, you up?” I asked softly.
Adam slowly turned around and sat up.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
Adam sighed heavily.
“I don’t know, Ollie, I’m just…”
He put his face into his hands, exhaled into them and ran them through his hair.
“I’m just confused.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” I offered.
He shook his head side to side.
“Not right now, we’ve got a game to prepare for. Maybe later?”
“Sure, mate. Whenever you’re ready.”
As we got ready for the day, the school was bursting with activity as final preparations were under way for the start of the tournament this afternoon.
Adam didn’t say much for most of the morning, and remained mostly quiet and reserved.
With the tournament due to start in an hour, we made our way to the changing rooms.
When the corridor turned quiet, I grabbed Adam by the arm and pulled him aside.
“I know you said we’d talk about this later, but if it was something I did or if I wasn’t good at… you know, I want you to know I’m sorry.”
Adam looked me direct in the eyes.
“It’s not you, Ollie, it’s me. My head is just swimming at moment.”
He paused briefly.
“I just need some time.”
“Okay, mate. When you’re ready to talk, you know where I am.”
“Thanks, mate. That means a lot to me.”
We continued walking to the changing rooms and joined the rest of the team. Michael was busy talking to Mr Farrow the rugby coach, while the rest of the boys were getting into their rugby kit
After we had all changed, the coach and Michael gathered us altogether to go through the game plan.
First up was Saint George’s. A team we had beaten in the past.
Michael did a good job psyching us all up, but I could see Adam was not quite hyped like the rest of us.
The tournament opener against Saint George’s was a high-octane affair. From the moment the whistle blew, we were off, our team displaying a seamless blend of speed and attack. Saint George’s, who were known for their physical prowess, countered with a formidable defence, making every attempt we made a hard-fought battle.
Every so often, I found myself distracted with thoughts of Adam, watching him, wondering if he’d be okay. On one occasion, it caused me to give away the ball too easily, Michael noticed and gave me a slap across the back of the head, telling me to get my head into the game. Despite these lapses, we managed to get a hard fought victory.
With the first game played, we had our win.
Everyone headed back to the changing rooms in high spirits–well, almost everyone. Amid the elation, Adam wore a fake smile, and I could sense he was just going through the motions.
After our shower, we slowly got dressed. By then, most of the team had already finished, said their goodbyes, and left.
When it was just the two of us, Adam asked if I could wait for him outside and give him two minutes. I stepped out of the changing room and waited as instructed.
A few people passed by, congratulating me on the win and wishing me luck for the next match. When the corridor quieted again, I heard the faint sound of retching coming from the changing rooms.
A moment later, Adam emerged.
“You, okay?” I asked, concerned.
“Yeah, I’m good,” he replied.
I watched as Adam went to a nearby water fountain and took a quick drink.
“Do you mind if we go for a walk?” he asked.
“Sure, man. Of course. I know just the place.”
We headed outside and made our way to the orchard. Adam remained silent, clearly troubled.
We approached the lake, but this time I led him into the forest, near where I first saw Jason and Steven. Finding a secluded spot, we both sat down on a fallen tree.
We sat there and took a moment to take in our surroundings. A soft breeze rustled through the trees, and the sound of chirping birds filled the air.
Adam rested his hands in his lap and took a deep breath.
“We’ve been friends for a while now, Ollie, haven’t we?”
“Yeah, since we first started at this place.”
“Can I tell you something?”
“Of course, man. You can tell me anything.”
Adam chuckled to himself, shaking his head.
“Well, you may change your mind after hearing this.”
“Try me.”
Adam took a deep breath.
“I… I’ve been having these feelings. God, this sounds so lame,” he said immediately interrupting himself.
“Go on, just carry on,” I encouraged.
“I’ve found myself liking dudes. You know, really liking them. Especially this one guy.”
“Okay, and what’s so wrong with that?” I asked, my heart pounding a bit faster.
“Nothing, I guess, but it’s not, you know, normal, is it?”
“Who’s to say what’s normal?”
“Boys are supposed to like girls, that’s how it’s always been.”
“We both know that’s not true, and this is going to sound really corny, but you need to follow your heart.”
“Easier said than done, Ol.”
“Look, the way I see it, you do what makes you happy. Life is too short to worry,” I said convincing myself as much as Adam.
“I wish I had your confidence.”
“It’s not confidence, it’s logic. Only you can lead your life, so why not do what you can to make it a happy one?”
“But what if the person I like doesn’t like me back?” Adam asked, glancing at me nervously.
“Well, how will you know unless you ask?”
“I guess you’re right.”
“So, who is this guy?”
“Well, he’s smart, he’s funny, he’s good-looking and really fun to be with.”
“Okay, then why don’t you tell him that?”
Adam turned to face me, his eyes searching mine.
“I kinda just did.”
For a moment, I was speechless, the words hanging in the air between us. My heart pounded in my chest as I processed what he had said.
“Adam, I…,” I started, my voice catching in my throat. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
“I’m lost for words.”
Adam looked at me, his face a mix of hope and fear.
“Say something, please.”
I reached out my hand and placed it on top of his.
“I think… I think I might feel the same way. I just didn’t realise it until now.”
Relief washed over Adam’s face, and he let out a breath he seemed to have been holding forever.
“Really?”
“Yeah, it was only yesterday I sat in this forest and thought about what it would be like to be more than friends,” I said, feeling a smile spread across my face.
“I guess I’ve always felt close to you, but maybe it’s more than just friendship.”
Adam’s eyes softened, and he returned the smile.
We sat there in the forest, the tension between us dissolving as we shared this new understanding. It felt like a weight had been lifted, and for the first time, the uncertainty of the night before made sense.
“Thanks for being honest with me,” I said.
“Thanks for being there for me.”
“So, what now?” I asked with trepidation.
“Would you mind if I kissed you?” Adam asked nervously.
“I guess so, but I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
“Neither have I, but I know I want to try it with you.”
Our heads slowly drifted closer together, before our lips eventually touched. His lips were soft, and a little moist, but it was nice.
When our lips parted, we couldn’t help but smile at each other.
“That was nice.”
“Yeah, it felt good.”
We scanned each others faces once more.
“Did you want to do it some more?” Adam asked again.
I nodded my head, and we went at it again, this time putting our bodies into it. I grabbed his shoulder, and he grabbed mine, and we pulled ourselves closer.
The whole time my heart was like a jack hammer, I had never felt this way before.
After what felt like an exceptionally long, yet enjoyable kiss, we finally pulled away, both of us slightly breathless and smiling.
“So, where do we go from here?” Adam asked, his face glowing.
“I don’t know, I’ve never done anything like this before. Do you think we should keep this to ourselves for now?”
“Maybe, at least for the moment, I guess. But I can’t tell you how happy I am right now.”
He grabbed my hand and our fingers interlocked.
“This just feels right, some how.”
“I know, right.”
“Did you want to stay here for a while, or head back?” I asked.
“I don’t mind, but if we stay here, I’m only going to kiss you some more,” Adam joked.
I glanced at my watch.
“Well, I think we can spare another five minutes?”
We made out so much our jaws began to hurt and that’s when we decided to head back.
Adam was a different person from this morning, it was really good to see him so happy.
As the day drew to a close, we found ourselves, once again back at my bunk.
We got undressed for bed and climbed under the covers. This time I could feel his hand, grab mine almost immediately. It was our little secret show of affection.
After a while, the dorm gradually wound down, and everyone went to sleep. I felt Adam squeeze my hand and I squeezed his back. I suspected this was a way to check if I was still awake.
Like a stealth ninja, he carefully slid out of the bed. Leaning down to my ear, he quietly whispered.
“Meet me in the wash room in two minutes.”
He then turned and disappeared. I waited for two minutes, then carefully got out of bed myself, tip toeing along the parquet floor and headed to the wash room.
The room was dark, with the only light, being the moonlight creeping through the narrow frosted windows of the shower area.
“Ad, are you there?” I called out into the darkness.
A hand reached out and grabbed me, causing me to jump.
“Yes, I’m here,” Adam answered.
“Jesus Adam, you scared me. What are we doing?”
“Come on,” he beckoned.
Adam took my hand and led us into the shower area, where there was a bit more light.
“What are you up to?”
“Oh, you know. I realised that we didn’t quite finish what we started yesterday and I thought I’d owe it to you to make amends.”
“Oh, really, and how were you planning on doing that?” I replied, playing along.
“Well, I thought, first I’d kiss you.”
Adam came close and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my body close to his. I could feel the heat of his body as it came in to contact with mine. He moved his face closer, and we kissed passionately. I could feel his hands moving up my back, which caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand.
“Then after the kiss?” I asked, as our kiss finished.
He gave me a devilish smile.
“Then, I thought we’d lose these terribly restrictive boxers of ours.”
“Uh huh,” I replied smiling back at him.
He moved his hands back to my waist and slipped his fingers inside my waist band and pulled my boxers down, before proceeding to do the same.
Adam took a moment to stare at my naked body, the soft light accentuating my muscles.
“Fuck Ollie, you have amazing body,” Adam complimented.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“May I?”
I nodded my head, not sure what I was consenting to.
He grasped both my hands at first, then, as his eyes roamed over my body, he slowly trailed his hands up my arms, craving a tactile connection. He caressed my forearms, then my biceps, before moving to my shoulders. His hands then traveled to my chest, where his thumbs traced the contours. Finally, he moved over my stomach, working his way slowly down, before I felt his hand on my dick.
Even though he had seen me naked in the shower hundreds of times, it felt as though it was only now he was truly seeing me.
As he touched me, I let out a soft whimper. Delicately caressing me, he rested my dick on his index finger, while he brushed it with his thumb. His touch was nothing short of electric. I could feel myself stiffen in his hand.
With it now fully hard, he gripped it firmly and tugged on the skin.
I let out another moan of approval.
“You have a beautiful cock, Ollie,” Adam remarked, admiring it in his hand.
“Would it be okay if I sucked it?” He then asked.
My eyes grew wide. I had always wondered what this would feel like. I had seen other boys do it, but had never experienced it for myself.
I nodded again, and Adam slowly dropped to his knees. With my hard cock standing up before him, he took me in his mouth and oh my god, it felt amazing. The warm embrace of his mouth, the feel of his of his tongue against the most sensitive parts of me and the slipperiness of his saliva as it swirled around me.
I let out a long moan of delight. This was quite possibly the best feeling I had ever experienced. Adam’s head bobbed back and forth and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. As he pulled back, I could see my cock glisten in the moonlight. I was so turned on right now, I instinctively grabbed on to his head and tugged at his hair, I had seen this done before and guided his head into a mutual rhythm.
I could feel my orgasm drawing near, feeling the tingle inside as it radiated from my balls.
“Ad, I’m close,” I whispered.
Adam took me from his mouth, quickly grabbing my dick with his right hand and began to jerk me furiously.
At this point I was a gibbering wreck; all sorts of moans were coming out of me and then it finally happened.
I climaxed hard, my load ejecting from my body with fury. Adam directing it all on to his broad chest. He continued to jerk me as I was cumming, making my legs weak, to the point where I too dropped to my knees.
Adam let go of me and with us both kneeling towards each other, I leaned forward and rested my forehead against his, still trying to compose my breathing.
“That… that was amazing,” I tried to say between heavy breaths.
We smiled at each other, and I gave him a quick peck on his cheek.
With our foreheads still resting against each other, my eye line was drawn downwards and I could see Adam’s cock. It wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t totally soft either. Now, it was my turn to give Adam a taste of the highs, that I had just experienced.
I moved my hand between his legs and took his cock in my hand. I toyed with it as he did mine and it too grew hard in my hand. Adam’s cock curved slightly, differing to the straightness of mine.
I tugged on it, jerking him gently, while he moaned softly in my ear. With my other hand, I reached down and cupped his balls, fondling them with my fingers. The volume of his moaning increasing slightly as I did.
“Did you want me to… you know,” I said, directing my eyes downwards.
“Only if you want to,” Adam replied.
“I think we should both experience it don’t you?”
Adam smiled, nodding his head and started to reposition himself. He sat down on his back side, with his legs bent and leaned back, supporting himself on his elbows.
He then parted his knees, opening up his legs, giving me full access. I knelt between them, once again staring at Adams erect cock. Leaning forward, I positioned myself on my hands and knees and went down on him.
The cold hard tiles of the shower floor hurt my knees, but I didn’t care, all I wanted right now was Adam, and to make him happy.
I parted my lips, and braced myself for what this would be like. With my tongue extended, I licked the top of his swollen head, trying to process the taste of another mans cock. I’m not really sure what I expected it to taste of, but honestly I didn’t hate it. I continued to work him over with my tongue, sort of like giving him a pre wash, before eventually taking him in my mouth.
I rocked back and forth on my hands and knees, sucking. The way I was positioned, It felt like I was worshipping him. After a short while, the taste of his cock changed, becoming somewhat salty, or was it tangy, possibly a mixture of both. I wondered if this was his precum I was tasting.
The taste was getting more and more intense, as I hollowed my cheeks, sucking as hard as I could.
“Ollie, mmmmm, I… I’m gonna cum.”
I pulled Adam’s cock out of my mouth just in the nick of time. His cum sprayed out like water at first, before thickening and shooting up in the air, landing on his stomach. all the while his body spasming as he climaxed.
“So, was that good?” I asked playfully.
Adam had his eyes closed and head titled back, nodding enthusiastically.
After a moment, he composed himself, sitting back up.
That’s when I could see the mess we made over his chest and stomach.
“Ad, you’re like, covered in spunk, mate.”
“So worth it,” he replied, grinning.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up before someone sees you.”
We helped each other up and slipped back into our boxers. Heading to one of the sinks, I grabbed some tissue paper from a nearby cubicle. Carefully, I wiped down his chest and stomach then disposed of the tissue by flushing it.
“Let’s go back to bed,” I said turning to face the door. Adam grabbed my hand and pulled me back.
“Thank you for tonight, Ollie. I really enjoyed it,” he said with a sincere look.
“I did too, but maybe next time, let’s find somewhere a bit more comfortable shall we, my knees are killing me.”
Adam laughed.
“It’s a date.”
We silently crept through the dorm and got back into bed. This time, I reached for Adam’s hand and held it, drifting off to sleep easily from that point on.
The following morning, I woke up to find Adam sat up and staring at me, a broad smile on his face. I rubbed my eyes and smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through me. It was the happiest I’d seen Adam in a while; he was positively beaming.
The dorm soon bustled with activity as everyone rushed to get ready for the day. A few of us headed to the washroom, where the usual morning chaos was in full swing: guys going to the toilet, brushing their teeth at the sinks, and moving in and out of the shower area.
Adam and I got undressed and went into the shower area together, the sound of running water echoing through the room. We picked the same spot where we’d shared our intimate moment last night and exchanged smirks, both of us clearly thinking about the same thing.
Adam and I couldn’t take our eyes off each other as we showered, he watched me and I watched him. It was like a private show for each other.
If no one were here, I’m pretty sure we’d be all over each other, in a x-rated display of affection.
We finished up, towelled ourselves dry and brushed our teeth, before heading down for breakfast.
Today, was going to be tough. It was a double header. Saint Peters in the morning and then Saint Barts in the afternoon. Today was different though, for today Adam and I were focussed, having unburdened ourselves yesterday.
When the match against Saint Peters kicked off, everything just clicked, we hit top gear early and caught Saint Peter’s off guard and from there the game was ours for the taking. By the end of full time, we had thrashed them sixty three points to three.
The afternoon match against Saint Barts was a little tougher, but once again we emerged victorious.
With the days matches complete, there were only two matches left, Saint Mary’s and then Saint Dominics, which judging by the leader board was shaping up to be the cup decider.
From what we had heard, Saint Dominics had won all their matches convincingly, and they will no doubt prove to be our greatest challenge.
After the game against Saint Barts, the whole team decided to take it easy for the rest of the day. Tomorrow was certainly going to be tough and legs were already tired as it was, so we all knew we would have to dig deep tomorrow if we wanted to come away with anything.
“Did you want to go for another walk?” Adam asked. “It’s a bit cooler outside now.”
“Sure.”
We left the school building and headed to the orchard again. It was deserted and I felt Adam touch my fingers, before grabbing and holding my hand. I looked down at his hand and then up at his smiling face.
“Is this okay?” He asked.
I smiled back.
“Yeah.”
We walked through the orchard hand in hand, I couldn’t believe how good this felt, to be with someone. I thought back to what I saw between Jason and Steven on that day, and wondering if I would ever experience some like that. It was obvious they loved each other, it was just a shame they felt like they needed to hide it, like we were.
Being on the rugby team came with expectations: we were supposed to be strong, tough, red-blooded men. But if people knew there were at least four gays on the team? I can only imagine the abuse that would be thrown our way.
When we emerged from the orchard, we found ourselves back in the forest at the same spot where Adam and I had first kissed.
“I think this should be our spot from now on,” Adam declared.
“Agreed, I like it here.”
I moved my shoulder and winced.
“What is it?” Adam asked.
“It’s nothing, I just fell awkwardly during the last match,” I said, rotating my shoulder.
“Here, sit there,” Adam instructed.
“What are you doing?”
“Just sit there, will you?”
I sat down on the fallen tree, where he had pointed, and Adam came up behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and began to massage them.
“How’s this?”
“Oh my god, that feels so good,” I cried out.
“This would probably work better if you took your shirt off.”
“Oh yeah,” I said suggestively.
He laughed, and I took off my shirt.
Adam continued to rub my shoulders, and I could feel the soreness melt away. Then, I felt his warm breath against my neck, followed by gentle kisses. He worked his way slowly to my shoulder, each kiss sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. This felt amazing.
“You’re really good at this, Ad.”
“You think so?”
“Oh yeah, but I think you missed a bit.”
“Where?”
“Well, there was here,” I said, pointing at my cheek.
He kissed me on the cheek.
“Oh, and there was here,” I said, pointing to my lips.
Adam sat down beside me.
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?”
I shook my head.
He leaned over, and we kissed.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that,” Adam announced.
“Ha, me either.”
Adam and I sat on the log, taking in the serene surroundings. The silence between us was comfortable, but I could see he had something on his mind.
“Ollie, what are you’re plans for after Saint Augustine’s? I mean, we’ve got less than a year before we turn nineteen and we can officially leave this place.”
“I don’t know, I haven’t really given it much thought to be honest. Do you have any plans?” I asked, curious to hear what he had to say.
“I’ve always dreamt about going travelling, see the world and all that.”
“That sounds nice.”
“You could always come with me,” He offered and turned to face me. “Yeah, I can see it now, every day we could wake up somewhere new – together. We could be having breakfast in Paris, cycling through the streets of Amsterdam or even hiking through the Alps.”
Adam squeezed my hand.
“Well, when you put it like that. How could I possibly refuse?”
We shared a laugh, the idea of a shared adventure with Adam did sound amazing.
“Then it’s settled, it’ll be you, me and the world.”
“I can’t wait.”
I must admit, I found Adam’s dream infectious and found myself getting excited at the thought of going away with him.
We sat there, basking in the peace of our little sanctuary, dreaming of future adventures and savouring the present moment together.
After a while, we decided to head back. It was going to be a big today tomorrow and as it was going to be the decider, we agreed that when we went to bed, the only thing we’d be doing this time is sleeping.
From the moment we woke the next day, the school was absolutely buzzing, making us all feel like today was going to be our day.
First up Saint Mary’s, they were so defensive, it made it difficult for us to advance. In the end, it was a drawn out game we only managed to win through penalty kicks and drop goals, and that was solely down to our awesome fly-half working his ass off.
News travelled fast and we heard that Saint Dominic’s had won there morning match as well. It was neck and neck and our afternoon match was indeed, going to be the decider for the cup.
After lunch, Michael made sure to keep us all in the changing room, away from any distractions, where he gave a blinder of a speech, which gave me goosebumps. When the time came, we all believed we could run through walls, such were the power of his words.
With our heads held high, we made our way to the pitch. Not only was the crowd larger but they were louder too. We weren’t the only ones hyped for this match.
Saint Dominic’s were waiting in the centre of the field and as we approached, there were some hard stares from the competition. We stood our ground, like immovable stone monoliths and stared them right back, no one was going to intimidate us today.
This was going to be one hell of a match, I could feel it.
The referee joined us in the centre and just before he blew his whistle, I looked over to Adam, who in turn was looking back at me. I winked at him and he winked at me.
The shrill noise of the whistle sounded, and we were off. Like two heavy weights going at it, it really was end to end stuff. The home crowd were screaming, and their support felt like we had an extra man on the pitch.
We pushed and pushed them back and after a few intense scrums close to their line, Michael held them back, with his brute strength, and Steven plucked the ball from behind him and tossed it to Andrew, who then went for it, his legs furiously pumping away, managing to avoid the swathes of opposition literally throwing themselves at him to slow him down, but it was no good, he was just too fast. Over the line he went, and we found ourselves one try up.
The crowd went insane, the noise deafening. Then came the conversion kick, could we make it seven points? Yes, we could, our fly half once again converting. It was high fives all round, but straight back to business as Saint Dominic’s came at us hard. It didn’t take them long, to not only get back on even terms, but to the get ahead.
A few drop goals later, and we found ourselves back in the game, but three points short. We were playing catch up for long periods of the match, when it looked as though we may have found our break.
It was Adam of all people, who was in prime position, with ball tucked securely under his arm, he made a run for it, sprinting down the wing. As I trailed him in support, I was rooting for him to do it, screaming at him to go for it and that’s when it happened.
Out of no where, one of Saint Dominic’s players came flying in, kamikaze style and dangerously high tackled Adam. As if in slow motion, I watched in horror as Adam was taken out completely, his body twisting around and like a puppet who had just had its strings cut. He fell to the floor in a heap, the ball rolling away for him.
My heart was in my mouth, he wasn’t moving.
The ref blew the whistle and I ran as fast as I could over to him as did a few other guys. I didn’t know what to do, watching Adam’s lifeless body on the floor shook me to my core. I tried to get close to him, but the ref blocked my attempts making sure that no one crowded him.
Andrew and Michael were furious with the player, for such a dangerous move and fights were breaking out all around me. My world went silent.
Medics rushed on to the field and Adam was promptly taken away by Ambulance.
The referee, tried to regain control of the match, as tempers flared. I didn’t want to fight, I just wanted to be by Adam’s side.
The referee sent off the offending player and gave us all time to cool down.
Michael gathered us all into a huddle. The game wasn’t over yet. He gave us another speech, and this time we weren’t just playing for the cup, we were playing for Adam.
While it was difficult to not think about Adam, Michael speech had the desired affect, literally adding fuel to our fire.
When play resumed, we went for it big time. We pegged them back, using everything we had in the tank. We got our try, we got our conversion and after the final whistle blew, we got our cup.
Emotions were wild as all the players hugged each other in celebration. I however, went straight to the coach to ask after Adam.
He said that the medics suspected he had a concussion, but he should back to normal in a few days and they’re going to keep in hospital to keep an eye on him.
I thanked the coach for the update and turned and walked away from the coach.
I don’t know if it was the relief of hearing he’d be okay, or the win, or possibly a mixture of the both, but I just broke down in tears.
I wiped the tears away from my eyes, only to see Michael standing in front of me. His big arms enveloped me and he gave me a tight hug.
“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine, and he’ll be back with you soon,” he whispered in my ear.
“You knew about us?” I said sobbing against his massive chest.
“A good captain sees everything; don’t you know that.”
I laughed in between my sobs.
“Now come on, we’ve got a cup to collect.”
I wiped my eyes and composed myself, before joining the rest of the squad.
The headmaster brought out the trophy and handed it to Michael, who then grabbed it by the handles and lifted it up high into the air triumphantly.
The squad all huddled around him, jumping for joy as the cup passed to each boy on the team.
With the competition over for another year, all the schools left and life at Saint Augustine’s slowly went back to normal.
I however was still missing Adam. Every day I would go see the coach and see if there were any updates and to ask when he’d be coming home.
On the third day, I woke up early to find someone sitting on the edge of my bed.
I rubbed my eyes, and as my vision slowly came in to focus, I could see Adam’s smiling face staring back at me.
“Morning, sleepy head.”
I bolted upright and gave him a big hug.
“Whoa there, I missed you too.”
“Are you okay? I was so worried.”
“I’m fine, the doctors cleared me and coach Farrow brought me home.”
“That’s good to hear, when I saw you go down like that, I…”
“Tell you what, why don’t you get dressed and we’ll sneak out and go visit our spot.”
I nodded, and quickly got up to get washed and dressed before the rest of the dorm got moving.
We made our way out of the building and headed to the orchard. As soon as we were out of sight, I gripped Adam’s hand tightly, afraid of losing him again.
When we reached our favourite spot in the forest, we paused for a moment. The forest fell silent, and a sudden breeze rustled through, causing Adam’s fringe to flicker against his forehead.
He stared at me and I at him, then he grabbed me by the sides of my arms and pulled me into him and hugged me. I put my arms around him and squeezed him tightly.
When we finally released each other, I could see tears rolling down his cheeks. I cupped his face and wiped away his tears with my thumbs.
“As I laid on that hospital bed, the thought of not being with you Ollie, hurt more than any injury.”
I smiled back at him and nodded my head sympathetically.
“I know, Ad, I know.”
“It also made me think, I don’t want to hide the fact that I love you, Ollie, with all my heart and all my soul.”
It was my turn to get teary eyed now.
“I love you too, Ad.”
Our faces drifted closer together and we kissed. I realised how much this moment meant for us. It wasn’t just about physical closeness, but about being truly connected, soul to soul.
Our kiss broke momentarily, and Adam gave me a look, it was a familiar look of intensity and a look that I finally understood to mean that he wanted me. I simply nodded my head, and our lips met again, with an intensity I had never felt before.
We both knew this was the moment we had been waiting for, a step that would bring us even closer.
Adam and I quickly started to undo each others shirt buttons, his kiss moved from my lips, to my neck, where I grabbed his head, running my fingers through his hair.
We hurriedly tore off each others shirts, where Adam then moved swiftly on to my chest, before licking and kissing my nipples, which sent a pleasing tingling sensation through my body.
I reached for his trousers and began to quickly unbutton them, grabbing at his backside and pulling them down.
I waited for a moment as Adam’s nervous hands did the same to me. I kissed him again, but this time slipping my hand into his underwear and gripping on to his stiffening cock.
I jerked him until I could feel he was fully hard and that’s when I felt his hand around my own cock. Every tug of my cock sent waves of pleasure through my body.
Our underwear had now fallen to our ankles, and we moved our naked bodies closer, desperate to be connected. We both stared down at our hard cocks, pushing them tightly against each others’ bodies. I grabbed a hold of them both, squeezing them together and slowly jerked us both off, rubbing them against each other. Adam’s excited cock began to leak precum, allowing our cocks to easily slide against each other.
At this point our foreheads rested against one another’s as we shared the pleasure.
We tilted our heads and kissed once more. It was finally time, for Adam and I to take our relationship to the next level.
“Did you want to go first, or should I?’ I asked hesitantly” I asked.
“I don’t mind,” Adam replied gently. “Maybe you can go first this time, and I’ll do it next time.”
“Okay,” I agreed, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement.”
With that, Adam shuffled to the fallen tree, his ankles still bound by his underwear and bent over. He placed his hands face down on the tree and spread them evenly apart, supporting his upper body as he leaned forward.
I shuffled behind him and looked down at Adam’s sleek, yet muscular frame before me, from the top of his back all the way down to his firm ass. I placed both hands on it, wanting to feel it, caress it, squeeze it.
With my hands otherwise occupied, I let my hard cock rest on the cleft of his cheeks, slowly sliding it up and down.
I spat down on it, to lubricate my engorged head, before slickly running it between his ass cheeks and lining it up with his hole.
Adam turned his head to the side and nodded, giving me the go ahead to enter him. I moved forward, trying to force myself inside. It was surprisingly difficult to do so. It took a few attempts, but I eventually managed to get the tip in.
Adam cried out in pain, alarming me and forcing me to ease off.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Adam turned his head to the side again.
“No, just keeping going.”
I pushed again, this time getting the whole of my head inside of him. I could feel his body resisting me, his muscles clamping down on me.
His body shook, as if he was internalising his pain.
I went really slow, almost making micro movements, sliding in and out and making tiny gains. It seemed to be working and Adam’s body started to relax. It wasn’t long before those tiny gains began big ones. I pushed forward once more, half my cock now disappeared inside of him.
This felt incredible, not only was it the feeling of being inside Adam but being so connected to him.
I eventually inched all the way inside of him, close enough to feel his buttocks rest against my groin and that’s when I went for it. Gripping tightly onto his waist, I slid back and then thrust forward. I went slowly at first, a few test thrusts, to see how Adam would cope and then I picked up the pace.
Quicker and quicker, I began to buck my hips, thrusting myself upon him. Adam moaned softly, while I could only breathe loudly. I found myself in a steady rhythm, feeling the amazing sensation through the entire length of my cock.
The familiar wave of orgasm began to start, and like a pro surfer, I rode that wave as it got larger and larger. Not even the gentle breeze, could cool me down as we got hotter and hotter.
Trying to speak, while riding the wave was difficult. I knew it was coming.
“Ad… I… I… I’m going to cum. Shall… shall I pull out?”
Adam pulled one arm back, grabbing on to my leg and holding it tightly in place.
Unable to ride that wave any longer, I let go and let it take me. My whole body shook, as I came, my cock repeatedly pulsing as I unloaded stream after stream into Adam. I could feel his muscles react to it, squeezing me tighter. For a moment I felt lightheaded, almost like I could float a way on a cloud of bliss.
As I came back to Earth, I realised there was one thing left to do. Still inside Adam, I reached my hand around and grabbed his cock. Adam pushed back from bending over and attempted to stand upright, his back arched and he lifted his arm and grabbed the back of my neck. I furiously jerked Adam’s cock, and in a matter of moments it was his turn to ride the wave. His cum shot out in fast bursts, and I could feel his ass clamp down on my cock once more.
We stood there briefly, both spent, hearing the sounds of the forest once more.
As I got soft, I slipped out of Adam and we turned to face each other once more.
It was another milestone in our relationship, we were officially lovers and virgins no more.
We couldn’t hide our exhilaration.
“So that was…”
“INCREDIBLE!” We both said at the same time.
We laughed at our synced response.
“You were amazing, it was amazing, everything was… just perfect,” Adam gushed.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you at the beginning, it looked like you were in a fair bit of pain.”
“I’m not going to lie, it does hurt, but you get past it and it was so worth it.”
“I guess I’ll find that out for myself, soon enough.”
Adam laughed.
“Oh, we’ll definitely be doing that again.”
We laughed together and when the laughter died down, Adam looked at me again earnestly.
“I really do love you, Ollie.”
“I love you too, Ad.”
We hugged once more, relieved to finally be together again.
“Now come on, if we hurry we can still make breakfast, and I don’t know about you but I’ve certainly worked up a bit of an appetite.”
Adam chuckled, “Come on then.”
We put our clothes back on, tidying ourselves up and made our way back to the orchard.
Once again, we held hands. When we reached the boundary of the orchard, instead of letting go as we normally did, I felt Adam’s hand tighten, he looked at me and winked. I gripped his hand back and we entered the school grounds hand in hand. There were groups of boys hanging outside, and the closer we got to the school building, the more looks we got, but it didn’t matter to us, because I had him and he had me.