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Subject: The belated education of Charlie Hibbs Chapter 8 DISCLAIMER: IT IS YOUR GOODWILL THAT KEEPS THIS PLACE GOING SO PLEASE CONSIDER MAKING A DONATION TO NIFTY. THE PEOPLE WHO WORK SO HARD TO MAKE THIS THE WONDERFUL PLACE THAT IT IS NEED YOUR HELP TO DO THAT. ANY AND ALL DONATIONS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED AND TOGETHER WE CAN ENSURE NIFTY REMAINS THE NUMBER ONE SITE FOR ALTERNATIVE EROTICA IN THE WORLD. fty/ This story contains depictions of sexual acts performed by boys with each other and boys with men. If this content is something that offends you or it is illegal for you to read such content please do not read any further. If you are too young to access this content lawfully please do not read any further. All places and characters depicted in this story are purely fictional and not based on any places or people in real life and any similarities to real places and people are completely coincidental and not intended in any way. This story is fantasy, not reality. If you have trouble telling the difference between the two please do not read any further and seek professional help. All depictions of sexual acts in this story are pure fantasy. This story is not intended to condone such acts being performed by anyone outside of the realms of fantasy. If you feel that you may be struggling to split fantasy from the real world or you fear you may not be able to stop yourself from attempting such things in real life I implore you to seek professional psychological assistance immediately! Children are innocent. They should remain so. The events and acts depicted in this story are for fantastical entertainment purposes only and should never, ever, ever be reenacted in real life. Any questions, comments or criticisms are welcome. Please send them to ail. Thank you. Edgar Friendly. The belated eduation of Charlie Hibbs Chapter 8-Like recognises like Benji Darren Lewis should have been a happy boy. The son of wealthy socialites his childhood would be any boys dream. The result of the miracle of IVF he was the only child of his aging parents and they ensured he wanted for nothing. Perhaps that is why he was never satisfied. Much like an ancient Roman vomiting in order to be able to eat more he was just never full. Starting at Rockstaff had given him some new experiences and it seemed for a few years that he may calm down and be happy with his life but now in his fourth year he felt it creeping in, the boredom. The sense of nothing being enough. Even sex with his bunk buddy and other boys was losing it’s appeal. He wanted more. Other boys started to notice a change in him, especially in bed. He was getting too rough, too violent. The last straw for his bunk buddy was waking up to find Darren had tied his hands to his bed post and was busy trying to do the same to his ankles. Jason kicked Darren in the face and demanded he let him go immediately which a shocked Darren did. He was apologetic and begged his bunk buddy not to tell anyone. Jason begrudgingly agreed on the condition he would never try anything like this again. Darren promised but all the while was thinking about how he could satisfy his dark needs. He was lost in thought in the cafeteria when he saw him. Little Paul Samson. The blond haired, green eyed boy was sat with the other second years at their table. He was such a happy boy, laughing and smiling with the others. It made Darren sick! How dare that little prick be so happy when he was sat there stewing in his desperation. He was getting more and more worked up just watching the boy. He had to do something! Almost by providence at that moment the happy, smiling boy stood up from the table and said goodbye to his peers, lifting his trumpet case with him and making his way to the door of the mess hall. Now was Darrens chance. He followed Paul to the music room where the boy was stacking his musical instrument with all the others when Darren walked into the room closing the door behind him. The noise of the door closing caused Paul to turn and look at Darren, “Hi.” he said with a smile. Darren just stared at him with an expressionless face. He didn’t say a word but he was screaming inside. He wanted so badly to wipe the smile off the little cunts face. Pauls smile dipped slightly as he became confused, “Are you… okay?” Darren still just stared at the boy, standing between him and the door. Paul felt uneasy and decided he should leave. He walked up to Darren expecting him to get out of his way but when Darren didn’t move he stopped, “Err… Excuse me.” No reaction from Darren, “I… I really should be go-” The hard punch to his diaphragm not only cut Pauls sentence short but knocked the wind clean out of him. He couldn’t catch a breath and was still in shock when Darren grabbed a clump of his blond hair and forced the poor boy to his knees, “Take out my cock! NOW!” The gasping boy didn’t follow Darrens order so Darren slapped him hard across the face with his free hand, “I said TAKE OUT MY COCK!” Darren felt the incredible rush of power as he watched the now crying boy raise his shaking hands to pull down his tiny Rockstaff shorts and briefs revealing the rock hard fourteen year old member dripping pre cum, “Now suck it!” Paul tried to protest, “P p p please…. I… I don’t want t-” SLAP!, “I SAID SUCK IT!” What an incredible feeling! This boy was his now. He belonged to him. He was just his little fuck toy and he could do anything he wanted with him and oh boy, did he have some ideas. The blowjob began and it wasn’t great. Darren got bored of the lackluster job Paul was doing so he began to fuck the boys face roughly. Paul choked and gagged as the hard cock slammed against the back of his throat again and again, his eyes and nose streaming tears and snot. This was the worst moment he had ever experienced but for Darrn it was the best. He felt so powerful, so intense. He couldn’t hold it any longer, “Unnnnngggggghhhh…. ” He growled as shot after shot of hot white cum choked his victim. Once done he pulled his cock out of the spluttering boys mouth and punched him hard in the stomache again, “There. That wasn’t so hard was it?” He tilted the boys head up to look at his own, “You belong to me now. When I want you I will take you. Got it?” No answer so another slap across the face, “GOT IT?!” “YES!” Paul screamed and his hair was finally released from Darrens grip. On his way out of the room Darren turned back to the boy crying on the floor, “You tell anyone, I won’t just kill you, I’ll kill your bunk buddy as well.” He left the room satisfied with his performance during his first ever rape. This was what he had been searching for. He was so happy and content. That night he slept like a baby and dreamed of raping Paul over and over again in more and more grotesque ways. His dark thirst quenched for now he let Paul be for a couple of weeks but still took the time to beat him up in the toilets whenever he could. Pauls bunk buddy Lucas was worried about Paul but he insisted everything was fine whenever asked. Paul just hoped against hope that Darren would leave him be. He was to be disappointed. About three weeks after the initial assult Darren once again cornered Paul, this time in the second floor toilets. After a few initial punches he forced the boy into a cubicle and locked both of them in, “Strip.” Darren said simply and watched as the crying twelve year old boy removed his clothes. Darren scoffed, “Hah! You have a tiny baby dick. I feel sorry for your bunk buddy.” He made the now naked boy sit on the toilet and held his head in both hands, “You know what this is. You are gonna take what i give you.” He was just as rough as he was the first time he violated Pauls young mouth with his cock. Again the poor boy choked and spluttered on the hot teen cum being pumped forcefully into his sore throat. Once he had pulled out Paul mistakenly thought his ordeal had ended but Darren had other plans, “Look at me!” The boy reluctantly looked up at his abuser, “Open you mouth.” Paul did as he was told terrified of angering Darren, “You are gonna drink every last drop.” Darren said as the yellow stream began covering the poor boys face and mouth in urine. Once he had relieved himelf all over his fucktoy Darren instructed Paul to, “Clean yourself up. You stink of piss.” He left the violated young boy sobbing in the toilets happy in the knowledge Paul was definitely going to have nightmares about the whole experience. The next day at breakfast Darren looked over to the second years table and noticed Paul wasn’t there. His bunk buddy was though. As Lucas walked past he asked, “Hey dude, where’s your bunk buddy erm… Paul! That was it.” Lucas frowned, a little surprised at the interest a fourth year was showing about a second year, “Umm he isn’t feeling well so he’s staying in bed today.” “Oh well that’s a shame, I hope he feels better soon.” Darren offered a smile. “Yeah… yeah me too.” With that Lucas left this strange conversation. Ten minutes into the first lesson of the day Darrens hand shot up, “Sir? I’m not feeling well. Can I go to the infirmary?” With permission given he left English class and headed straight for the second years dorm. He tried each door as he walked, locked, locked, locked, OPEN! He burst into the room to find a shocked and terrified Paul lying in bed holding a stuffed bear. He began to whine as soon as he saw Darren. He knew what was coming. Best to just get it over with. He didn’t need to be asked to stand and take off his pyjamas then lower himself to his knees, “I appreciate that you are starting to get it but we aren’t doing that today. I want your arse.” Pauls eyes widened, “N n no! I… I c c can’t do tha-” A trusty punch in the gut was a very useful way to shut up an arguing fucktoy. The poor boy doubled over which was just fine with Paul as he forced the boy to kneel at the edge of the bed, “Open your legs… Open your fucking legs!” The crying boy did as he was told. Drren looked in the bedside cabinet and found the unopen tube of lube. He thought for a second, ‘Using lube would make it easier but without it would hurt him more…. Tough call.’ Darren decided to compromise, he would use lube but he wouldn’t stretch him first. He lined his lubed up hard cock with the boys puckered anus and spoke into Pauls ear, “If you resist it will hurt even more. Personally… ” He pushed all six inches into the now screaming boys anus in one thrust, “… I want you to fight.” Darren was merciless. Paul screamed and begged, he was in agaony. He felt like Darren was going to split him in two. Darren was incredbly rough making sure to punch his izmit escort bayan victim regularly, there was no way he was gonna let Paul enjoy any of this. He didn’t just want to cum inside him, he wanted to hurt the little shit. As Pauls unstretched anus hugged the invading hard cock tightly Darren felt unstoppable, like he was the master of the entire universe! He was in power. He was in control. He could do anything he wanted and right now he wanted to cream deep in his victims guts which he promptly did. Pulling out he looked down at the blood on his cock. For the first time he actually got a little worried. If someone checked Pauls arse they would know what he had done. He decided then and there that the next time he raped Paul he would fuck his throat giving his arse time to heal before he ripped it open again. About a week later Darren once again cornered Paul in the music room. Paul had had enough, “No! No not again!” Darren laughed, “Yes! Again and again and again!” He punched the boy hard in the stomache, “I told you! You are my fucktoy! I own you!” He grabbed the boys hair and forced him to his knees, “Now do as I say and get on this di-” “What the hell is going on in here?!” Darren turned to look at the three prefects standing in the doorway looking at the scene before them, “Err… We were just… We were just having some fun-” “Bullshit!” Smith said, “You were about to rape him!” “No… No I wasn-” “Then why is he crying?” Asked Pritchard “I… Umm… “Darren had no nswer The three prefects had dragged a kicking and screaming Darren to the headmaster where all of his crimes had been revealed. When he heard the headmaster sentence him to three days with bastard Borks the true gravity of the situation hit him. All his own nightmares were sure to come true. If only he knew how right he was… That was two days ago but Darren didn’t know that. He had no idea how long he had been here. His body was various shades of black, blue and purple and he had large red welts on his legs and back from the whip. He was starving, thirsy and his wrists were saw from the shackles but that was nothing compared to the agony he was currently experiencing as bastard Borks tightened the vice holding his balls. His screams were met with the callous laughter of the man torturing him, “Scream as loud as you want haha. I love the sound. It makes my ten inch cock rock hard and ready to rip your boy cunt open. I hear you are a fan of that.” Bastard Borks looked at the boys balls that were now going a lovely shade of deep purple, “Let’s give your balls some attention first.” Darren watched in horror as bastard Borks raised the cane up and immediately brought it swinging down to make contact with his scrotum with a swoosh and thwap! The sweet sweet screams were music to bastard Borks’ ears. This is what he lived for. He raised the cane again and mid swing- Ring Ring!…. Ring Ring!…. “Oh for fuck sake!” Bastard Borks hated being interupted. Darren was shaking in agony as bastard Borks walked over to the phone thinking to himself, ‘I swear to fucking god they better not be calling to get him back. Three days means three days.’ He answered the phone, “What?!” “Hello Reggie.” The headmasters voice came through. “Benji?” He wanted to make himself clear, “You can’t have him back yet!” “No, it’s not about that… How… How is he?” “How do you think?” Bastard borks held the phone up to the nosies of pain coming from his victim then put it back to his ear before saying loudly, “We’re having a great time. I think he wants to stay with me forever.” More whimpers in the background, “What do you want?” “Phipps is currently giving a parent a tour of the school, they will be heading down your way in about twenty minutes… ” The headmaster paused. “… And?!” Bastard Borks had no time for this. He had work to do on his boy. “I have a suspicion but… I need you to confirm it for me.” Reggies vaguness had always pissed off bastard Borks, ever since they were bunk buddies attending Rockstaff as students themselves all those years ago. This time thankfully he actually got to his point, “I… I think she may be… like you.” “Noone’s like me.” Bastard Borks replied. “You know what I mean… Can you please just meet her and call me back?” Bastard Borks was pissed off now, “Fine!” He hung up the phone and returned to his toy, “Well well well. That was the headmaster. He says I can keep you for a whole week! Isn’t that lovely?” Darren whimpered as Bastard Borks continued to fuck with his head, “Yeah they said what you did was so bad that I should probably cut your cock off. Don’t worry though, I’ll make you a nice cunt where it used to be so I can fuck you. Aren’t I generous?!” After fifteen more minutes of caning the boys swollen scrotum he went and made himself a cup of tea and waited at the front window of his cottage. A few minutes later he saw them, Phipps leading a woman who was struggling to walk on the gravel path in her high heels. ‘Let’s see’ He thought to himself as he stepped outside. Jenny Brown was struggling to walk in her heels on the gravel beneath her feet. It was getting harder and harder to keep up her sweet act, “Oh! Ahem… Mr. Phipps I just wanted to say-” “Just Phipps.” The old man in the black suit turned to her momentarily, “No mister.” ‘Who the fuck cares?’ She thought to herself. “Oh I do apologise. Phipps, may I just say thank you for whoa!” She nearly fell, “… Thank you for showing me the beautiful grounds here at the school and being so kind as to… Oh? Who’s that?” She had seen the large man with messy, long grey hair step out of the cottage before them. He walked up to her and stared with a blank expression She introduced herself, “Hello. I’m Jenny Brown. My son is a student here.” Bastard Borks looked briefly at the hand she was offering her but didn’t take it. His mind raced as he looked at her eyes, ‘Twitch in the left eye. Little finger on her left hand tapping the ring ringer. Unsteady on her feet. The smile… It doesn’t reach her eyes. She is taking too long to change her expression. If her emotions were natural then she would have automatically been confused by his silence but she wasn’t reacti- There it goes. Too late. This is all fake.’ He smiled and turned his back on her entering his cottage and closing the door. Jenny turned to Phipps, “What was all that abou-” “If you would please follow me.” Phipps interrupted her and began to walk away. Jenny Brown followed hiding her rage. Bastard Borks picked up the phone and dialed the headmasters number. When he heard his old bunk buddies voice he simply said, “Yep.” “You’re sure?” “Like recognises like Benji.” He looked at his victim, “Now stop bothering me. I’m busy.” He hung up and walked over to Darren, “Hmm… You must be very hungry. How about a nice hot bowel of piss and shit soup for lunch?” This caused more moans from the boy, “Then once you have eaten it all like a good boy we will give you your enema. Don’t worry, I have plenty of chilli oil so there is no part of your bowels we won’t reach but first, lets get some salt in those eyes.” Phipps showed Jenny Brown back to her guest quarters and had the kitchen send her up some food for dinner. She sat in the beautiful guest room and ate the delicious food as she racked her brain trying to make sense of the days events. How could this have happened? She was an expert manipulator but somehow these bastards had kept her busy here all day! And who the hell was that Borks guy? She had had enough of this. First thing tomorrow she was going to call the local police station and report these sick fucks. She remembered passing a small police outpost in the nearby village she drove through to get here and googled the phone number. She saved it in her phone ready. After wking the next morning she ate the small breakfast that was delivered to her room and before Phipps left she asked, “Phipps? I simply MUST speak to the headmaster as soon as poss-” “You wil be meeting the headmaster at nine o’clock.” He turned and walked away. She waited until about twenty to nine then dialled the number. When an officer answered she became a distraught and concerned mother, “Yes! Hello? Oh my god please you have to help me!” “Calm down madam. What seems to be the trouble?” Came the officers voice. “Oh it’s just awful!” This may very well be her best performance ever, “I am at Rockstaff boarding school. They are holding me and my son against our will and… and… Oh it’s just so awful I… I don’t know if I can say it!” “Please madam, take a deep breath and tell me what’s going on.” The officer seemed genuinely concerned. Good. “I have witnessed… Oh god… these sick bastards… I have witnessed abuse of the boys here.” “Abuse? What kind of abuse?” “Well… Physical and… and… ” Pause for effect, “… and sexual abuse. It’s awful! Please you must come right away.” “Don’t worry madam. Officers will be with you shortly. Just try to keep yourself safe.” “Oh thank you… thank you… ” She cried down the phone. “I will stay on the line with you until they get ther-” She didn’t have time for that, “Oh my god! I think they are coming!” She hung up, ‘That should do it.’ Ten minutes later Phipps came back and escorted her to the headmasters office. There was no need to pretend anymore knowing that she had won so she just burst in and threw her mask to the floor. Charlie and Seb had secretly watched the scene unfold from the headmasters study and were shocked by what they heard and saw. For the first time in his life Charlie saw his mother for what she was, evil. Seb had wrapped his arms around Charlie to hold him steady as this truth was revealed to him in all it’s ugly glory. He wanted to cry but for some reason tears didn’t come. He just felt numb. The arrival of the police officers had awoken him from this daze and he listened intently with Seb, waiting to see what was going to happen next. The headmaster spoke first, “Good morning officers. How are you tod-” “Officers!” Jenny interrupted, “You must arrest these men immediately! They are all guilty of raping childeren!” The two police officers looked at her then each other before turning to the headmaster, “Good morning headmaster. Is this woman bothering you?” Jenny was dumbstruck as the headmaster replied, “Oh no, not at all. Thank you Jenkins.” He looked at the two former pupils, “And Perkins, so nice to see the two of you again. It is always wonderful to see bunk buddies stick together even after they graduate.” The two officers shared a smile then Jenkins turned to Frank, “Hey Frank. Been izmit escort a while.” “Yeah.” Frank laughed, “It has. So you both became police officers huh? How’s that treating y-” “What the fuck is going on here?!” Jenny had found her voice, “Didn’t you hear what I just said?! Arrest them! NOW!” “Madam, if you don’t calm down I will have to arrest you.” Perkins said sternly before turning back to the headmaster, “Are you sure you don’t want us to remove her sir? It’s no trouble at all.” “Oh I do very much appreciate the offer but alas, we have other arrangements in place. Ah! Speaking of which… ” Everyone in the room turned towards the door following the headmasters gaze to see bastard Borks standing there. He scoweled at all of them before looking at the headmaster, “Brought him back. He’s in the infirmary.” He looked at Jenny Brown and smiled, “Is this one for me then?” “Yes. Yes she is.” The headmaster replied. “What are you talking about?!” Jenny was getting a little worried. “I told you Ms. Brown.” The headmaster stood up and seemed to become the sternest Charlie and Seb had ever seen him. He spoke with no smile or comforting tone. He was deadly serious now, “Those who threaten this school do not fare well. Perhaps you may have escaped your fate but unfortunately you chose to call the police. You attempted to harm me, this school and worst of all… ” His voice was almost a growl now, “… You tried to hurt my boys…. This is unforgivable.” “Oh Jenny… ” Frank spoke up, “You’ve really fucked up now.” She still didn’t get it, “What?! What are talking about?! You can’t do anything to me! If you don’t let me go I’ll… I’ll call-” “Who madam?” Asked Perkins with a smile, “Who are you going to call?” Jenny looked back and forth around the room. It slowly dawned on her that she was trapped. She began to move across the room to the only door that wasn’t guarded by the police, the door to the headmasters study. She figured there must be another way out, “Now look here! I am leaving and there is nothing you can do to sto-” “Oh Jenny give it up!” Frank shouted, “You deserve everything you’re gonna get. For years you mistreated our son. No, MY son. You never gave a fuck about him! You purposefully ruined my relationship with him!” Charlie could see the tears forming in his fathers eyes as he felt them forming in his own, “I have lost years of loving him because of you. Now he won’t even… He… He won’t even call me DAD!” Frank let the years of pent up rage and sadness flow freely in the form of tears, “I could have… I could have loved him properly! The way my father loved me and his loved him but YOU ruined that! Eleven years! Eleven fucking years you twisted and lied and manipulated all of us to get your way and it has COST ME MY SON!” “Well… I… ” Jenny was still moving slowly towards the door behind which Seb held Charlie as he stood silently trembling. “It all ends now!” Frank continued, “It’s over. All your games, all your scheming. It’s finished. Just like you!” Jenny couldn’t help trying to get one last shot in, “It doesn’t matter Frank. I made sure he will never love you-” “I DON’T CARE! I LOVE HIM!” Franks was so done with this bitch, “I don’t care what it takes. I will spend every moment of my life trying to make it up to him! I will do anything for him! I will crawl over broken glass, drink acid and even chop my own dick off if that makes him happy and if in the end he still tells me to go to hell I will greet the devil gladly knowing i tried to repair the damage you’ve done!” Frank breathed a moment, “You may have ensured he doesn’t love me… that doesn’t change the fact that I love him more than my own life.” Jenny scoffed as she grabbed the door handle, “Good luck with that.” She opened the door revealing the presence of Seb and Charlie. Everyone in the room was shocked to see them standing there apart from the headmaster who smiled to himself knowing his plan had worked. Jenny tried, “Oh! … Err… Charlie my darling boy!” She could see the disgust on his face and knew it wasn’t going to work, “Hmph. Alright fine. Now you know. What? You expect an apology or something?” “Charlie… ” Frank could barely believe it, He dropped to his knees, “Oh my god… I… I’m so sorry you had to hear that-” “Get out of my way!” Jenny tried to push past Charlie but Seb pushed her back, “You little shit! Who the fuck do you think you are?!” She raised a hand to slap Seb. “OH HELL NO!” Charlie shouted as he gave his mother an almighty push that sent her into the waiting arms of bastard Borks. He held onto her tightly. She couldn’t escape. She began to scream so he put his hand over her mouth. He looked at the headmaster who gave him a nod. He smiled and looked at a terrified Charlie and Seb, “You boys be sure to break some rules now. I would love to entertain you in my cottage-” The headmaster interrupted, “Reggie!” Bastard Borks looked at the headmaster, “No. Just her.” Bastard Borks gave Charlie and Seb a grin then dragged the struggling Jenny Brown away to meet her fate. Frank was staring at his son. Charlie looked at Frank. He was completely overcome with love. He finally understood. It wasn’t Franks fault nor was it his own. It was her, it always had been. Charlie silently walked across the office to his father. He leaned down and hugged him, “I… I love you too… dad.” Frank Hibbs held his first born son close as they both wept. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room. Charlie hadn’t noticed but the headmaster had taken Seb into his study and closed the door. After a few minutes Charlie looked at his dads face. He saw the tear stains. He had never seen his father cry before, “Dad… I’m so sorry for what I said. I really-” “It’s okay son.” Frank reassured him and stroked his hair, “Really it is. It wasn’t you. It was her. She’s gone now. She can’t hurt us anym-” Franks sentence was cut short by Charlie placing his lips on his. Frank was taken aback but very quickly began sensually making out with his eldest boy. Their first kiss… It was everything he had always wanted it to be. Frank was elated. His son knew the truth now. His son loved him. Charlie broke the kiss and looked into his fathers eyes. They both smiled and giggled a little, “Wow dad. You’re a good kisser.” “Hah! You’re not too bad yourself son.” “Well then.” Said officer Perkins, “If all’s well we should be off.” “Oh come now.” Said the headmaster walking back into the office, Seb in tow behind wiping his eyes, “You simply must stay for a cup of tea! I would love to hear all about what you’ve both been up to.” “That would be lovely headmaster. Thank you.” Replied Jenkins. “Wonderful.” The headmaster turned to Charlies dad, “Will you join us Hibbs?” “Of course headmaster.” He and Charlie were still smiling at each other, “Thank you.” “Excellent. Hibbs, Carver. I’m afraid it’s back to lessons for you.” Charlie and Seb said their goodbyes and headed to the door. The headmaster placed a hand on Sebs shoulder and squeezed, “If it’s a bit much, I can send for your brother?” “Oh… no sir.” Seb relied, “I’ll be fine. Thank you though.” The headmaster looked at Seb with a mixture of emotions Charlie couldn’t quite recognise… was that… sadness? He was a little shocked when for the first time he heard the man use a boys first name, “Very well Sebastian. You always know where to find me.” The two boys left with Charlie telling his dad he couldn’t wait to come visit during the holidays and made their way to class. On the way Charlie was torn. He wasn’t sure if he should ask Seb why the headmaster had offered to send for his brother and called him Sebastian but thought there had been enough stress that morning already so decided against it. Almost as if he were reading Charlies mind Seb turned to him and said, “By the way, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” “Yeah?” Charlie was desperate for an explantion, “What’s that?” “Not here.” Seb replied, “Later. When we are back in our room.” Charlie was incredibly curious but didn’t push the issue. The rest of the day was nowhere near as eventful as that morning had been. Charlie was worried he might find himself concerned about Jenny but… nope. At lunch Charlie and Seb regaled the other first years with their tale of what had happened that morning. They all listened intently and when the story was done it was Callum that spoke first, “Jesus Christ Charlie. How much drama you wanna have in your first week?” The whole table erupted in laughter. Even Charlie couldn’t help it. Callum did have a point. With the last lessons finished the whole school seemed to buzz with energy. The long hard week of work was finished and all the boys were looking forward to a nice relaxing two days off, something Charlie noted to Seb as they sat in the common room only to be corrected, “One day.” “Huh?” Charlie was confused, “Nah, a weekend is two days? Unless… don’t tell me that’s different at Rockstaff too?” Seb laughed, “No. No a weekend is still two days but this sunday is the first sunday of the month so us first years have sex ed that day.” “Sex ed?” Charlie didn’t really understand, “Seb, I know where babies come from.” Seb looked at him and smiled, “It’s not that kind of sex ed.” “What do you mean?” “I’m pretty sure we are doing the last lesson on oral sex this month.” Seb winked at Charlie, “which, and don’t get me wrong, you could probably, and i can’t stress enough don’t get me wrong… use.” Seb braced himself for Charlies emotional reaction to what he had just said but was pleasantly surprised when Charlie agreed, “Oh okay. That actually sounds really useful… and fun haha.” Seb laughed, “Yeah! It is. I mean I am damn good at blowjobs but I don’t think any of us here are experts-” “Speak for yourself.” Aaron had just walked into the common room carrying the DVD they were all going to watch. “Oh right! Well of course Aaron is but the rest of us still need lessons. We may have a little more experience than you but we don’t know everything.” Hearing Seb say this was like a light went on in Charlies head. All this time he thought these boys knew everything there was to know about sex but that simply didn’t make sense. How could they? They were all learning just like him. Knowing this made him feel even more at home at Rockstaff than ever. He looked around the room at all of the first year boys and saw them for the family that they were. Aaron was setting up the DVD and Caleb was waiting for the signal to turn out the lights. Tommy and Callum were playing a game of monopoly with Mark and Ricky while izmit kendi evi olan escort James and Martin finished up their game of chess. He realised this was the first time he had been in the same room with all of them relaxing like this. In the bathroom in the morning they were all busy getting ready and in the mess hall they were all busy eating. He felt an overwhelming sense of contentment as Aaron started the movie and Caleb killed the lights. The boys shuffled around a bit to get comfy, James sat in the bean bag next to Charlies and held his hand. He squeezed once and Charlie squeezed back. All the boys fell sitent and watched ‘You are not alone’. The movie was fantastic! Charlie loved it. Aaron and Caleb were over the moon to hear this and insisted they show him all of Lasse nielsens movies. Charlie looked around the room and realised something else, “Hey, Seb? How late is it?” “I dunno. Why?” Seb was setting up a game of chess. “Shouldn’t the bell have rung for lights out?” Charlie was certain it was after nine thirty. “Oh no. Not tonight. It’s friday.” Seb looked up from the chess board, “So, who you gonna be? White or black?” It was a great evening. The movie, the snacks, the games and just hanging out with the other boys was just so much fun. Pritchard poked his head into the room to let them all know it was quite late and even he seemed more laid back than usual, telling them they could all stay up another half hour. Seb had beaten Charlie three times at chess and was about to set it up a fourth time when James tapped Charlie on the shoulder, “Hey.” His green eyes shining. “Hey” Charlie smiled. The two of them just smiled at each other while looking into the others eyes. Seb looked at Charlie, then James, then Charlie then back to james again. He had his own smile on his face when he spoke, “Okay well… Im gonna go see if Martin wants to play a game of chess.” He stood up leaving Charlie and James alone. Charlie stood up and looked at james. His eyes really were beautiful. James spoke first, “You wanna-” “Yes.” They left the common room and hurriedly walked the short distance to James’ room. As James fumbled with the key Charlie couldn’t help himself. He placed a hand on James’ shoulder and turned him to face him. He planted his lips firmly on James’ and their tonues began their romantic battle as James finally got the door open. They kept kissing as they clumsily pushed through the open door and began to fumble through the messy room towards the bed. They removed as much clothing as they could while making out but they had to break it to get the last items off. Once naked James pushed Charlied onto the bed and climbed on top of him. As they continued to kiss Charlie could feel James’ hard cock pressed up against his own. James broke the kiss and looked at Charlie with a smile. He grabbed his own cock and using it like a sword hit Charlies. Charlie giggled and copied James. The two boys had fun with their little sword fight. Charlie had to ask, “What do you call this?” James smiled, “Foreplay.” He kissed Charlie again, “What do you want to do?” Charlie thought for a moment. He had learned so much already but there was still so much he didn’t know and here was James asking him what he wanted to do, “Ummm… I don’t know. What do you want to do?” “Nope.” James shook his head with a smile, “I want this to be about you. I wanna make you happy so I’ll ask again, what do you want to do.” Charlie took in a deep breath. What should they do? He didn’t really know- Wait. There was something he had learned, “I know.” “Yeah?” James’ beautiful green eyes shone. “Yeah.” Charlie reached down and with his right hand held both of their hard dicks together. James placed both his hands on either side of Charlie and leaned back in for another long and passionate kiss. Charlie began to slowly rub their cocks up and down the way Seb had shown him in the changing room toilet cubicle. He felt James’ heartbeat in his own cock and knew James could feel his. James used one hand to begin tweaking Charlies nipple causing him to moan into James’ mouth. James knew Charlie liked that so kept going. At some point James began moving his hips in time with Charlies strokes and stopped kissing. They both looked down towards their cocks. It felt incredible for Charlie to see James’ pink cock head being revealed then covered by his foreskin again and again. James’ cock head was wet with precum tha was mixing with the clear fluid driping from Charlies. Their mixed juices serving to lubricate both of their cocks. James looked back up into Charlies eyes. Both of them were breathing heavily as Charlie increased speed. James let out a few cute moans as he looked at Charlie with a burning desire. With his left hand Charlie felt James’s chest. His muscles tensed as he was holding himself up over Charlie. His body felt incredible! This is what sent him over the edge, “Ohhh… Oh James!” “Yeah?” James wanted to watch Charlies face as he came. “Yeah! I… Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!” Charlie shouted as his cock head exploded. Hot jets of boy cum coated James’ cock head as spurts landed on his tummy. Watching Charlies face twist and contort in pleaseure was too much for James and his own orgasm followed soon after. As the spasms of their bodies slowly subsided James lay next to Charlie on the bed and kissed his cheek. They lay like that for a good fifteen minutes, their breathing slowing before James spoke, “That was fun.” Charlie turned his head and kissed Jmes, “Yeah. Yeah it was.” The two boys smiled at each other. They heard the noise of feet in the hallway. It was apparently bed time. They didn’t rush to move though. There was no need. Soon the door opened and James’ bunk buddy Ricky walked in. He assessed the scene before him with a smile, “I wondered where you guys got to haha.” Charlie and James laughed with him then looked at each other, “I should go.” Charlie said. James kissed Charlie, “Clean up first.” Charlie looked down and saw his cum covered cock, tummy and chest, “Oh yeah haha. That’s probably a good idea.” James got up and passed Charlie some paper towels which he used before putting on his breifs and picking up his other clothes, “I should be fine like this right? I mean, I’m not naked… ” “Yeah you should be okay.” Ricky said as he got into bed. “Yeah. I can’t see Pritchard being about this late anyway.” James agreed as he showed Charlie to the door. They shared one final kiss and James wished Chalie, “Good night.” with a smile then closed the door. As he walked back to his room Charlie felt ecstatic. That was incredible! James was… He didn’t even have the words to describe it! He had never felt this way about anyone before. Just thinking about James’ eyes, his hair, his soft lips… It just gave him the strange feeling in his belly that he couldn’t describe. He would ask Seb. Seb would know. When he got back to their room he did just that. Seb looked at Charlie with a smile a mile wide, “Charlie… I think you are really into James… ” “Yeah. I know. I really like him but-” “No.” Seb interrupted, “I mean you are REALLY into him… ” When Charlie looked at him clearly not seeing the difference Seb continued, “Dude, I think you’re in love.” Charlie didn’t know what to say. Could it be true? He had never been in love before but then again he had never felt like this before. His brain was going a mile a minute when he remembered, “Oh! You wanted to talk to me about something?” “Huh?” Seb was wrapping himelf up in his covers, “Oh right! Erm… Not tonight. It’s late.” “Oh… Err… okay.” Charlie got into his own bed. “Besides, ” Seb yawned, “You need to get to sleep and dream about James.” Charlie giggled. He did go to sleep soon and did dream about James. In his dream James was kissing him all over and whispering in his ear, “I love you.” The morning bell seemed quieter on Saturday morning. Seb explained it was since only half the bells rang and they rang later than usual. After the normal morning routine of showering and dressing, they were all in their sweats since no lessons on a saturday, they made their way to the mess hall for breakfast. After they had eaten Seb took Charlie over to the third years table to speak with his brother Theo, “Hi Theo!” “Hey bro, hey Charlie.” Theo smiled, “Jason has his PS5 set up in the third years common room if you guys wanna come check it out?” “Yeah!” Both boys answered at the same time causing Theo and Jason to laugh. After breakfast Charlie and Seb followed Theo and Jason to the third years dorm. It was a part of Rockstaff Charlie had never seen before. Walking into their common room he saw some differences. There were alot more DVDs on the shelves and a few more mini fridges than the single one they had in theirs. It was just the four of them in there. It seemed all the other third year boys were off doing other things. Charlie asked Jason alot of questions about the PS5 which he was all too happy to answer. He was so proud of his games console. When Charlie turned back to tell Seb how much he needed to get his own he was a little surprised to see he wasn’t there. Neither was Theo. “Huh… That’s weird… ” He wondered out loud. “What is?” Jason asked. “Seb and Theo. They were here a second ago but now they’re gone.” Charlie was still looking around the room half expecting them to jump out from behind one of the sofas. “Oh yeah… ” Jason was deciding which game to play, “They are probably talking in our room. They’ll be back in a minute.” “What are they talking about?” Charlie asked. Jason stopped and looked at Charlie with a frown, “Really?” Charlie looked back blankly so Jason asked again, “You really can’t guess?” Jason shook his head, “I can’t imagine going through what they are but you and me, we have our own weight to carry. I mean, being the only other ones in the whole school that know… But hey, that’s what bunk buddies are for right?” He slapped Charlie on the back, “We carry the weight they can’t.” “Jason… “Charlie was so confused, “The only ones who know what?” “About their dad… ” Jason looked at Charlies confused face, “Wait… I.. I don’t understand… You ARE Sebs bunk buddy right?” Charlie nodded. “Right! So Seb told you.” Charlie didn’t resond. Jason looked around the empty room to make sure they were still alone. His next words came out in a whisper. “He did tell you didn’t he?” Charlie still didn’t react. Before he could consider if he was revealing something new to Charlie Jason just said it, ” “That their dad is dead?” Authors note: Hello all. Thank you all so much for you continued support. With regards to some messages I have received I would like to assure you there is a larger narrative I am trying to weave together so when it comes to loose ends please don’t worry, I do intend to tie them all up. Have a lovely day. X

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