Boarding School

by: Peter

(© 2010 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 5 

We had exams coming up and I was trying to study.  We tried studying together, but his presence and even his voice was distracting.   I'd tried studying in the library but it was no good, having him so close by.  I couldn't ask him to leave so I left and found a spot out on the green, leaned back against a tree with a nice view looking back at the campus. That wasn't wholly successful either, because he was with me whether he was or not. And he followed me. 

"What's wrong?  Why'd you leave?" he asked as he caught up with me.

"Listen....like the guy said in that movie....I have to quit you for a while," I said.

"Brokeback Mountain.  Why? Sounds like you're divorcing me," he joked.

"No, just separating. I have to concentrate on studies and these exams.  It'll only be for a few days."

We were in the dorm one night, lying on our bunks, trying to study; most of us.  Others were talking, or listening to music.  Somebody asked where Brock was.

"Where do you think?" was the reply.

"I don't know.  Where does he disappear to all the time?  He's not in the dorm about every other night," the questioner said.

"He's across the road fucking that farmer's daughter."

"Not just the daughter," someone put in.  "He's fucking her mother, too."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I fucked the daughter two weeks ago and she asked me if I wanted to fuck her Mom too.  She said that's what the other guy was doing, meaning Brock."

"Geezuss, who else is getting laid and I'm not?" somebody complained.

Nobody else admitted to it.

"Well, I just hope you guys graduate with your balls intact.  If that guy catches you, he'll blow 'em off."

Besides the chatter about getting laid, Justin's bunk right next to mine back in the corner, it was hard to keep my mind on ancient history. And it didn't help having the mental picture, now, of Brock fucking the girl across the road, and her Mom. Lucky bitches, I thought. He didn't have to go across the road.  All he had to do was come back to my bunk.  It was hard being around Brock, too, but not because of any deep feelings for the guy.  It was purely physical.  He was a total hunk, something that he was proud to show off in the dorm and in the showers and in the weight room.  I had taken to avoiding working out when he was in the weight room because he got me so hot and made me think stupid thoughts, like going over and  groping him when he was doing bench presses.  Or going down on him afterwards in the shower. I would never have the nerve to try actually anything; he would probably kill me if I did.

I lay on my side, facing Justin, turning a page now and then, and then turning it back when I  realized I didn't know what the fuck I'd just read.  He was lying on his stomach with his book propped up on the pillow. Every other sentence I read I looked across at him and every time I looked at him--I think he could see me out of the corner of his eye--he was looking back at me with a smile that was ready to burst out on his handsome face.

After a half hour of that I closed my book and got up and took his book out of his hand. I closed it and handed it to him. I said quietly,  "Let's go."  He followed me out of the dorm. 

"I brought my book just for show," I said as we walked across the lawn. 

"Are you having as hard a time concentrating as I am?" I asked.

"Must be, every time you look at me, I'm looking at you," he said.

"Well, I'm done studying. It's useless.  I've either got it or I don't.  The more I study the more my head gets clogged up, like I've got a head cold."

"That's probably the best attitude," he said.

I crossed the sidewalk to the other side of the campus.

"Where're we going?" he asked.  He thought we were going down to the shrubs.

"To the wall.  I just want to talk," I said.

We sat on the retaining wall, me with my legs hanging over the edge,  him with his feet cocked up, his legs apart, facing me so I could see right between them. The light from the pole light was just right. I looked, my mouth started to water, and I looked away.

"The school year is going to be over soon; three months of summer coming up," I said.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that too.  Always before, I looked forward to summer."

"What're we going to do?" I asked

"I don't know.  Get together on weekends, maybe over July 4th."

"We're nine hundred miles apart. That's a weekend of just driving."

"It's only four hundred and fifty if we meet in the middle," he said.

"I don't know if I can handle that, seeing you just once in a while," I said.  "Fuck, Chad, I ache inside just thinking about us being apart that long."

"Well, we can make the best of the time we have left here, then we just do what we have to do."

"I don't think you feel the same way I do," I said.  "I feel like there's a time bomb ticking away inside me, just waiting to go off if I can't be with you.  You seem so calm about everything."

"You're wrong.  I handle things differently, that's all," he said.

"Tell me  how to handle it your way," I said.

"I don't know how," he said.  He thought a moment, and I knew he was thinking that I thought he didn't care for me as much as I did for him.  Then he said, "Best way I can explain it is....when my Mom fries hamburgers or bacon--you know how the grease pops--she puts this screen thing over the skillet to keep it from splattering. You're like the open skillet; your thoughts and feelings are splattering all over the place.  I'm like the screen on the skillet."

I laughed.  "I love you, fucker," I said.  I glanced down between his legs.  When I looked up he was smiling.

"I've been sitting like this for a reason. Do you want to go down to the bushes?"

"No.  I want to go back to the dorm and have you crawl in my bunk with me and go to sleep holding you in my arms.  I want to wash your back in the shower.  I want to walk across campus holding your hand. I want us to make love where everybody can see how it is when two guys love each other."

"I don't think any of that would be a good idea. We'd better settle for the bushes," he said with a grin.

"Let's save it for the cabin.  We'll go running in the morning," I said.

Next day was Saturday but we had two classes in the morning right after an earlier breakfast.  After the second class, Chad and I went running as planned.  A half hour later I was lying on my stomach on the pallet overhead in the cabin with my hands clasped over the edge of the opening while Chad pounded my ass. My legs were spread out wide, my knees drawn up so my butt was tilted up at just the right angle for him to fuck me.  My own hard cock bounced against the pallet and swung around in time with his thrusts.  I could feel his sweat dripping on my butt and on my lower back when he leaned over me.  It was his turn. I'd fucked him the last time and we were trading fucks now.

My eyes were closed and my breath was coming in forced gasps as the tension mounted. Suddenly I felt warm air wafting over my face; warm and sweet smelling, like gum, or mints. I opened my eyes and gaped in horror. I said "Oh, fuck!" but heard no sound come out.  In the dim light of the candles I was looking into the handsome, smiling face of Brock Fedderman!

"Hey, guys," he said in a cheerful tone.

I remained speechless, frozen with fear.

"What the fuck....Brock!" Chad gasped.

"Just confirming my suspicions," Brock said with his wide grin.  "Mind if I come up?"  He didn't wait for an answer.  He was already pushing himself up through the opening, his massive arms and shoulders bulging.

"How did you get in?" I asked, finally able to form words.
                    "Through the fuckin' door, how do you think?" he said, laughing, as he moved around us in a crouch so he wouldn't hit his head on the overhead beams.  "You forgot to bar it, the bar was standing beside the door. Fuck, how long you guys been doing this?" he asked, as he dropped to his knees and rested back on his haunches, surveying the sex scene before him.

Neither of us answered him. I was surprised to feel Chad's cock still throbbing deep inside me where he had rammed in as if to hide it.  My cock had gone down but it was rising again.

"So, do you just fuck him, or do you fuck each other?" Brock asked.

"What do you want, Brock?" Chad asked.  "You're not going to tell anybody about this, are you?"

"Hell no, I'm not going to say anything. I just want some of what you're getting....on a regular basis."

"Is that a blackmail threat?" Chad asked.

"Fuck no, I just want some of that ass you're hiding your cock in," Brock said, laughing, and I saw him groping the front of his jeans.

"I've seen your morning wood, Brock, you would rip him apart."

"Naw, I'd be......"

"Let him," I cut in.  "I'll take him."

"Fuck, yeah....see, he wants it," Brock said, and I felt his big rough hand on my butt.  He was undoing his jeans, shoving them down off his hips. He stood, crouched over, and pulled the jeans off with his shorts, then knelt back down, stroking his cock.

"Geezusss, Justin , are you sure?" Chad said.

"I'll take him," I said again.

"You've got him loosened up and stretched out for me. He'll be okay," Brock said.

He was right about that, Chad did have me loosened up and stretched enough that it wouldn't be a brutal entry. I felt him pulling out. I wasn't being charitable, or afraid we might be blackmailed. I couldn't say it out loud but I wanted to at last experience Brock's thick beer can cock in my ass.  I wanted to experience his incredible, muscular body pounding me and those muscles pressing against me. I was secretly glad he'd showed up.

Chad's cock popped free and I felt my asshole gaping open to the cool evening air. He moved to the side and Brock took his place on the pallet. He smoothed his big, rough hands over my butt then I felt his long, thick fingers probing up inside me, couldn't tell if it was two or three.

"Yeah, you got him stretched out real good. Fuck, I could drive a truck in there," he said with a chuckle, as he probed and twisted his fingers around inside me.  Then there was air again, then I felt the broad, blunt head of his cock cover my hole. It was hot and it felt like the big end of a baseball bat.

He dug his fingers into my butt muscles and applied pressure and I felt my ass spreading wider.  There was a little pain when the head slid in surprisingly easy, but the excitement was greater. I gripped the edge of the opening again as he slowly impaled me. He buried his eight or so inches of thick meat and pressed his loins hard against my butt, letting his cock throb and buck inside me.

"You doin' okay?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I said, nodding.  "I'm okay, go ahead."

"See, fucker, told you," he said to Chad.  Then he  started fucking me.

The first couple of strokes made me lose my breath. Godd, it was good. So much different from Chad. I couldn't say better, but it was different; a good difference.  His cock was rubbing over nerve endings that Chad hadn't touched, all the way in and all the back. On top of that, he was so thick that his cock was in almost constant contact with my prostate.

"You tell me if it gets to be too much for you, then I'll fuck Chad," he said, laughing.

Chad didn't say anything.  Brock kept fucking me and I tried not to make too much noise or act like it was feeling too good because I didn't want to hurt Chad's feelings but I couldn't help the tiny moans and groans that he fucked out of me.

"Hey, do you guys kiss?" Brock asked out of the blue.  I glanced over my shoulder to see him reach out and put his arm around Chad's waist and pull him closer.  "I always wondered what it'd be like to kiss a guy." He pulled Chad in tighter.  "Wanta show me what it's like?"

I craned my neck to watch the big muscle stud kissing my lover.  It sent chills down my spine, especially the way Chad was responding; it was like when I kissed him. It wasn't jealousy; it was just so damned hot.  Then I could tell he was playing with Chad's butt.

"Fuck, kissing a guy is hot!" Brock gasped. "You guys just might be onto something."  He kept playing with Chad's butt and at one point I was sure he was fingering him.  Then he said,  "Why don't you get on your hands and knees over him and I'll fuck you both."

"I don't know if I can do that," Chad said. There was a nervous quiver in his voice that surprised me.

"Sure you can.  You were fucking him, and he's taking me okay," Brock said and he was urging Chad           forward towards me.

I liked the idea. 

"Come on, you can do it. You'll like it," Brock was saying as he gently pushed Chad onto his hands and knees on top of me. It didn't look like Chad was putting up much resistance and I felt him hunker down on top of me, tilting his ass up for Brock.  His cock burned into the small of my back, and it was throbbing hard.

"Take it easy,"  Chad said.

Brock pulled out of me and Chad wrapped his arms under me and hunkered down tight against me.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered.

"It'll be okay, you can take him," I said.

Brock penetrated him and I felt the liquid heat of a lot of ball juice being forced out of Chad's cock.

"OHhh, Goddd!" Chad groaned and pressed his mouth against my shoulder.

"Why don't you guys kiss and ride it out that way," Brock said.

"Fuck, man, it feels like you're cumming," I said.

"I'm not, he's fucking precum out of me," Chad said.

Our faces were close and it was only natural that we did as Brock said.  We kissed.  It was different from other times.  There was passion but it was more erotic and lustful than our usual love kisses.  But he wasn't fucking me while he kissed me; it was somebody else's cock causing the passion in him.  We kissed and I swallowed his groans and felt him responding back to Brock's fuck motions.  His cock slid along my spine, painting my back with his warm precum, and I found myself pushing back against him.

"Fuck me, Chad," I whispered. "Make me feel what you're feeling."

Brock heard me.  "Fuck yeah, great idea," he said.  "You fuck him while I fuck you, you'll be getting it double."

We paused till Chad found my hole and shoved his cock in me.  He slid right in of course and he felt wonderful. Despite being stretched by Brock, my ass closed around his cock like a glove.  Brock started fucking him and Chad fucked me and from there it was pure chaotic bliss.  After a bit, Brock stopped and let Chad do all the work.  His lean hips swung back and forth, fucking me and fucking himself on Brock's cock at the same time.  He went nuts. He was like a freight train out of control; he moaned with desperation how good it was and he wanted to hold off but couldn't.  He slammed into me a few minutes later, his body convulsing violently as he shot his load deep in my guts.  At the same time, Brock started pounding his ass again and I felt the rhythm and the pressure of each hard thrust till he lunged with a loud grunt and I knew he was depositing his cum inside Chad's ass.

Through the sweat and gasps, Chad asked me if I had cum.  It was so intense all the way through, like one continuous cum, that I didn't really know, till their combined weight pushed me flat onto the pallet and I was lying in the warm, sticky mess of my own cum.

To be continued...

Posted: 11/12/10