Whatever Happened to Guy?
by N Fourbois
Foreword
Those of you who have read Special Friendships (English Version) may remember that Guy was Seb's first boyfriend at his prep school They were saved, when their close relationship was discovered, from being expelled by Guy's scholarship to King Edward's School as the prep school would have received no kudos for his it had he not completed his time there Such was the corrupt state of internal politics at that place Guy and Seb remained good friends for life and while Special Relationships charts Seb's fortunes at his new school it only gives a short retrospect of Guy's adventures at King Edward's The aim of this story is to satisfy the curiosity of those who want to know what happened next to Guy This story describes sexual relationships between gay teenagers If this is not to your taste, don't read it.
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From the age of eight to thirteen Guy and Seb had been thrown together at a boarding prep school The school was typical of the genre owing its success to diet of academic, sporting and musical successes accompanied with strict, though not unduly harsh discipline That's what the parents paid for From the age of eight they had become close, inseparable friends, best mates, sharing the same interests especially on the sports field and in tight competition with one another in the classroom, and when at the age of twelve they were amongst the first of their year group to adolesce, best friends rapidly became boyfriends as they discovered during quiet secluded moments another shared interest, namely what their bodies could do and what they could do together with their bodies and while this strengthened their relationship it never did go out of control emotionally for they knew they were destined to go their separate ways after prep school, Guy with his prestigious scholarship and Seb in family tradition to his father's old school.
After being discovered in delicto flagrante during their last year they found themselves under constant supervision, but because of the short time before they were due to leave they buckled under until they performed a token act of defiance in front of the whole school knowing it was too late to suffer any major consequences This is Guy's story.
Guy was one of those boys who had everything going for him Firstly he possessed an excellent brain and eventually went on to gain a First in natural sciences at Oxford Secondly he had an outstanding physique He was extremely attractive with blond curly hair, deep blue eyes, a clear complexion, a handsome face with an inbuilt natural smile, an adolescent's typical rasping voice, itself a turn-on, a strong and muscular body with good co-ordination, and an outgoing and friendly personality which made him popular with his fellows and adults alike, but one which contained an inner strength He knew what he wanted in the world and was prepared to work for it His relationship with Seb played no rôle in his discovery that he was gay It only confirmed it He had probably known from the age of seven or so that he was 'different' and with sensible parents had grown up to accept himself as he was and to exploit the fact to his best advantage.
And so in the following September he was fully prepared to grasp all the opportunities offered during five years at King Edward's, academically, in sport and socially, and socially really meant sexually since the experiences of the past year had not only developed his libido, but also his equipment for he was definitely a 'shower' rather than a 'grower' Certainly in sports kit, but also in his school uniform he was perfectly capable of putting the goods on display with his firm rounded packet and his firm, pert buttocks and not having an ounce of excess weight he would wear tight clothes to perfection.
On the day before term began Guy, now thirteen and soon to be fourteen, was deposited at his boarding house at King Edward's by his parents While they were talking to his new Housemaster, Guy was shown to his study bedroom, a change from the dormitory of six he had shared at the prep school After the briefest unpacking he joined his parents at the new boys' tea and waited patiently for their departure With five years' boarding behind him he probably felt more at home in a boarding community than he did at home wherever that was, for his parents had previously worked abroad and although he was dearly loved by both of them, he found more stability at school than at home, even though his parents had now for the time being settled back in England.
He had not been idle during tea He had used to the time to check out the talent Being a positive thinker he was determined that as he was gay he was going to enjoy being gay and exploit the fact to his own advantage As arrival day was a non-uniform occasion he had turned up in stone-coloured cargos and a tee shirt Since, as previously stated, he took pride in wearing tight clothes he had made sure that the selected tee shirt only came down to just below the waistband of his trousers as a tease If he was checking other boys out, he thought it only fair they should be able to check him out as well and he had already noted one or two admiring glances directed towards him, and not only from the new boys Fortunately too, everyone had been provided with a name badge and so he made a lot of mental notes for future use In the crush he thought he felt himself being touched up on a couple of occasions, or was it a combination of accident and wishful thinking? But he was not cheap and was so self-confident that he was determined any adventures would be on his terms He knew how to play hard to get Anyway, term hadn't begun and he had to dip his toe in the water first What if the school community turned out to be homophobic? He didn't want to get beaten up in the first week Slowly, slowly, catchee monkey Madame Palm would keep him content until he had settled in, especially as he had the privacy of his own study-bedroom.
Time for the parents to leave had finally arrived As he gave his a farewell hug, his mother said
"Guy, have a good term and try not to get into trouble, will you?" His father added half jokingly
"Don't think we haven't noticed what you've been up to since we arrived."
"It's okay, Dad I've been caught once It won't happen again If I do find a special friend like Seb, can he come home with me on exeats?"
"You know your friends are always welcome Just be sensible."
"I will, Mum Love you." At that they climbed into the car and Guy waved as they moved off.
Now he was on his own and far from being sad he set off on the latest adventure of his life He walked back to the boarding house and immediately studied the notice board After quickly absorbing the programme for the rest of the day, he was more interested in searching out the names he had stored in his head With an intake of a hundred and twenty new pupils in the third form he knew they could be in any of ten houses, but random distribution might provide for one or two of those names to appear on the house list And he was in luck There were indeed two and one of them was to be his nextdoor neighbour.
'An hour before supper Sort my room out, then go and introduce myself.' He quickly unpacked his clothes into the built-in wardrobe, took his trunk off to the store room and came back to sort out his personal items He could lock away his laptop and mobile phone securely Each of the studies was provided with with a broadband internet connection which they were encouraged to use, but as he was to find out later that week to his chagrin, there was also a central child-lock built into the system He then set about personalising his room, or rather setting up his poster board Among photographs of his family he prominently displayed a large coloured photograph in a cardboard frame of himself and Seb at their last sports day with their arms round each other's waist They were dressed in their white athletics kit after they had just won the 4 x 400m house relay Guy had run at number one and Seb had won the race for the house at four They made a great couple as their pristine sports kit showed off developing adolescent bodies in their prime and to their best advantage although Seb always denied having a half hard-on when the picture was taken Guy on the other hand didn't He could never look at that picture without recalling the pressure in his jockstrap, the way it had stretched the straps across his buttocks, which in turn transferred the pressure to his cargos as he now stiffened up.
'Just the right time to go visiting,' he thought to himself checking his burgeoning packet in the mirror He knocked on the door of his neighbour and received an immediate
"Come in" Guy extended his hand "Hi there I'm Rob," countered his neighbour as he shook Guy's hand Handshake over Guy put his hands in his pocket and watched Rob's eyes as he stretched the material of his cargos over his loins 'He's interested,' thought Guy as they made small talk 'I've at least got one friend here.' The conversation slackened the pressure in Guy's HO1s and together Rob and Guy decided that they would make themselves known to the other residents on the corridor By the time they had reached the last one the bell for supper sounded and they made their way from the house to the dining hall It was a cafeteria style meal with tables that sat up to six people.
"Let's go and sit over there," suggested Guy and he pointed towards a table with two spare seats, but more importantly one of those vacant seats was next to one of the boys who had stood out to Guy's notice at the new boys' tea and he was keen to get to know him Again introductions all round.
After the meal Guy and Rob walked back to the House together.
"Did you know Paul before we got here?" asked Rob.
"No, I just happened to remember him from tea."
"Oh."
"Why?"
"Oh, nothing It's just that I remembered him from tea as well." 'Is Rob trying to tell me something?' thought Guy 'I know why I picked him out of the crowd I wonder if Rob picked him out for the same reason? Still, it's early days Don't push your luck.' At that Guy mentioned how glad he was to get into senior school and started to ask Rob about his old school, hoping that might give him a clue.
It was still light after supper although in September the evenings draw in fast The new boys in the House were due for a guided tour of the school and the grounds finishing up with a tour of the House itself Guy was not that interested in the school part of the tour What he was more interested in was checking out and chatting up the other members of the House He never professed to have the power of gaydar He had to act the Sherlock Holmes and look for other clues He was also interested in searching out parts of the school where you might hide away, but the only ones he did see were already strewn with cigarette butts and he definitely did not want to get involved with the smokers He was very anti-smoking in his attitude, not only as a sportsman, but also because of the nauseating smell that emanated from smokers There had been one master in particular at his prep school who had smoked and although he a pleasant enough man and a good teacher he could not abide being in the same room with him.
The tour ended in the House common room, or day room as they called it, in time for Prayers After Prayers he sat around there just getting to know a few people It was interesting to observe them - the old hands, the ones that were away from home for the first time and obviously feeling homesick while putting a brave face on it As an 'old hand' Guy felt he could help out here and there and cheer some of them up Despite his 'dark side' boarding school had taught him to be a very sociable animal.
Bedtime for the third form was 9.30 Sunday to Thursday and half an hour later when there was no school the following day The House prefects started to encourage the third formers to go up to their rooms at nine to give them time to shower and clean their teeth Each corridor had a kitchen with a sink, fridge, kettle and microwave Guy said to Rob he was going to make a mug of cocoa and asked him if he would like one They took their cocoa along to Guy's room with Rob first producing a packet of biscuits from his tuckbox Guy could not help noticing how Rob was fixated by the photo of him and Seb in their white kit He asked him who the other boy was and Guy told him all he thought he should know.
"You make a good-looking pair," said Rob dreamily 'Was that a another clue?' Guy thought to himself There was shout in the corridor from one of the prefects.
"Five minutes till bedtime." This brought our two boys back to the matter in hand They went and washed out their mugs, cleaned their teeth, said good night, went back to their rooms and quickly changed for bed.
Bedtime was the operative word as all the pupils had their own room They were left to put out their own lights when they were ready The big no-no was to be found in someone else's room after that time Despite the exertions of the day Guy did not feel in the least bit sleepy. Indeed, as he lay there in just boxer shorts under the duvet, absentmindedly stroking his cock, he tried to work out a plan of campaign He had three priorities for his time at King Edward's The first one was that he should live up to his academic scholarship and work hard as without it he wouldn't have been there and the other two wouldn't be possible He wanted to play sport for the school, particularly rugby this term, and thirdly he wanted a varied sex life Still blissfully unconscious of what he was doing with his right hand he thought back to Seb He missed him He wondered whether he had started his new school yet and whether he was missing him, but he was determined he would avoid any romantic liaisons at King Edward's He thought back to the first time he and Seb had kissed, but his reverie was rudely disturbed when he felt a hot wet thwack against his chest as the kiss took him over the edge and he shot his load He grabbed at the box of tissues by his bed and cleaned himself up The school bed consisted of a comfortable mattress encased in thick polythene on a wooden base under which was of a set of drawers He suddenly realised how fortunate he was not to be sleeping on a bed with springs That would be a dead giveaway and he wondered whether that idea had been behind the design of the rooms.
Settled down again he continued thinking about Seb and the stuff they had done together It had been restricted to jerking each other off and blowjobs and as coitus had never actually happened, it occurred to Guy that he was still technically a virgin That was his final thought before succumbing to sleep.
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The following day began with the ringing of a loud bell in the corridor which acted as an alarm call for the approximately sixty boys in the House Quarter past seven Breakfast at eight In between shower and dress, bed making, get ready for school, roll call Guy found himself going over to the dining hall in Rob's company again They both looked very smart in their brand new school uniforms Although dark grey, nearly black, Guy's body hugging school trousers contrasted against his brilliant white shirt accentuating his narrow waist, pert buttocks and rounded and centrally positioned packet very well and although much of this was hidden under his jacket he hoped it would not be long before he could hang his on the back of a classroom chair and see what looks he might get from the others While Rob looked equally smart, he obviously did not have the ability to make the most of his figure although Guy was still of the opinion that they were kindred spirits Breakfast over the boys returned to the boarding house for last minute preparations and finally went across to school where they met other members of the new third form in the assembly hall They had an hour of 'administration' before going the school chapel for the beginning of term service.
In effect they spent very little time in the hall After a welcome and five minutes of 'dos and don'ts' they went off to their form rooms to meet their new classmates and their form master All the time Guy was alert to the boys around him, checking out the trousers of the ones whose faces he found attractive, and checking out the faces of the ones whose trousers he found attractive, but this time without the aid of name badges He was pleased he was in the same form as Rob for although he would make it his business to get to know the others as quickly as possible, at least he had an anchor point There were twenty in his class and as a 'scholar' he assumed, rightly as it turned out, that he would be working with and in competition against the most able pupils in the year The results of his scholarship award had been published in the Daily Telegraph and he had kept the clipping So he had a list of the other award holders' names, including those with music and sports scholarships He made it his business to seek them out during the first day 'Know thine enemy' or at least the competition he was up against, especially the two with the sports awards as he was so sure he wanted to play rugby and cricket for the school Fifteen out of a year group of a hundred and twenty meant a one in eight chance of being selected and that was assuming all things being equal, and if there were twelve competing for his position, things would not be equal At least he was adaptable and felt capable of playing any position if he had to, apart from the front five He didn't have the build for that.
Guy wrote down his timetable It was pretty heavy, but as it was a boarding school the boys did not have to worry about time travelling between school and home and there were prep periods built into the day. Furthermore two games sessions a week plus a PE lesson It was school policy to make the weekends as recreational as possible with just two fixed commitments, games on a Saturday for those representing the School and chapel on Sunday morning with the odd exeat weekend fitted in when the term started to wear people down One bonus was the fact that his form master was also his rugby master as well as an assistant housemaster in his House Something to work on there.
The first day passed quickly, as did the second and third and then the week The work was more challenging, but well within Guy's capabilities The first games afternoon had basically been a fitness session Guy made sure he was first in the shower afterwards, and last out He stood under the shower facing the entrance making sure the goods were on display and taking note of who was visibly impressed and who was visibly impressive Rob was one who fell into both categories In his breaks and free time he made sure he talked to as many of his fellow pupils as possible and even as a new boy at the bottom of the social heap he had the confidence to make himself known to those senior to him And he obviously impressed for it was not the first time that he overheard himself being referred to as 'that lush in the third form' or found boys bumping into him, not to knock him around, but as an excuse to say sorry, ask his name and house and get into conversation with him or to have a sly grope as they brushed him down If he fancied the person concerned Guy would open up and be most accommodating If he didn't, he was still polite, if firm, in his discouragement The only ounce of arrogance in his body was the certain knowledge that he was desirable and, if anything happened, it would happen on his terms Otherwise he exhibited that personal charm, communicated by his eyes and facial expression, that few boys can muster until they have emerged from that dark tunnel of adolescence After prep periods he remained behind to talk to the prefect in charge and after lessons with the younger masters he made sure he had a question to ask or a problem with his work to be explained He exploited his innate charm and natural beauty to make himself well known in the school and to get to know those that were of interest to him and few realised that this was to disguise an ulterior motive He was both industrious and patient in his quest althou gh after more than a week of temptation and abstinence, relieved only by communion with his right hand, that patience was beginning to wear a little thin But on the eighth night he seized his first opportunity and he who dares, wins.
It had been a normal evening and Guy dressed only in his dressing gown wandered down the corridor to take a shower before bedtime As he entered the shower room, one of the other showers was in use and in amongst the splashing of water he heard telltale grunts and heavy breathing He quickly looked at the name tape on the towel on the hook outside and in a trice made a decision to act He quickly divested himself of the dressing gown and stepped behind the shower curtain and whispered in Rob's ear, "Let me give you a hand with that." Without batting an eyelid Rob took his own hand away and allowed Guy to take over and slow the action down Ignoring the risk that someone might come in he brought Rob to a climax and then got him to do the same for him The deed complete they cleaned themselves up, washed their hair, turned the shower off and left the cubicle to dry themselves off just as a couple of fourth formers came in and with the visible disappointment on their faces on finding someone else there, the reason for their arrival became tacitly clear The four exchanged a quick greeting and Guy and Rob left with knowing smirks on their faces and a loud invitation from Rob for Guy to join him for cocoa in his study They still had three quarters of an hour before lights out.
"I really needed that," commented Guy as he chomped on a biscuit It was his turn to supply them.
"What? A chocolate digestive?" retorted Rob knowing full well that was not what he was referring to.
"No, you dickhead A good seeing to It's not the same when you do it to yourself Until you're about to come you're too much in control When some else does it, you have no direct control so it's better It's like you can't tickle yourself, either."
"I didn't even hear you come in, Guy."
"Obviously, but you're glad I did?" Rob blushed "I'm certainly glad it was you You stopped me feeling embarrassed Where did you learn such skill?"
"At my last school You may as well know it from me, if you hadn't guessed I'm gay and I make sure I enjoy it Though I'm cautious as I don't want to find myself beaten up You remember that photo, the one you're so interested in on my poster board? That was my boyfriend Seb."
"What? You've got a boyfriend?"
"Had We're still good friends, but we're at different schools now and don't live very near to one another." And Guy told him the story of their time together at prep school.
"You're very brave," said Rob "You see, I think I'm gay too Or rather after this evening I'm pretty certain It's just that I've never dared say anything to anybody else, not even my parents."
"We must shower together again," said Guy, "but I don't want another boyfriend after Seb I made up my mind I just want to enjoy myself What's the word? Promiscuous That's it I want to be promiscuous and I've never seen so many hot boys as I have since I arrived here I just don't want to be bogged down in a 'relationship' Nothing's for life."
"Am I hot?," asked Rob with a seductive look on his face.
"Actions speak louder than words I don't think I need to answer that." He smiled enigmatically.
The shout of "Ten minutes to lights out" was heard from the corridor The boys took their mugs along to the kitchen and washed them out before returning to their studies As they were about to say good night, Guy looked around and seeing no one else there he gently put his hand inside Rob's dressing gown and felt his balls.
"You're hot all right." Neither of them had thought of putting on their night attire after their shower After the initial intake of breath through his teeth Rob grinned and blew Guy an exaggerated kiss.
When Guy returned to his room he slipped off his dressing gown, slipped on a pair of shorts, in case the threatened fire drill should take place, and slipped under his duvet He had no difficulty in slipping into sleep that night.
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The following day was to open up a new horizon for Guy During break he was with his third form friends in the queue for the tuck shop when he distinctly felt a hand stroking his backside Because he was quite capable of doing that to someone else it was no big deal, but he did want to know who was doing it He didn't turn round immediately, but took his time and as he did, he batted his eyelids and said in a very sexy voice
"Hello."
"Sorry, Guy, it was an accident," was all the stunned perpetrator could come out with.
"Not a problem," was Guy's lame reply, lame not because he was incapable of a quick and witty response, but lame because standing behind him was the hottest hunk of eye candy that he had seen since his arrival at King Edward's "But how did you know my name?" he asked having quickly regained his composure.
"I just heard your friends calling you Guy." Exactly the opening he needed, for he stretched out his hand to shake the other boy's and said
"And you are?"
"Roger, Roger Smallpiece." At that it was Guy's turn to be served and the conversation sadly ended there.
As he walked off with his mates Guy asked
"Do any of you know a Roger Smallpiece?"
"I've heard the name," said Rob.
"I know him," said Jack.
"He's in the fifth form in Timpson's House Plays centre for the U16s Good sprinter too He's in my brother's form He's spent the odd weekend with us Why?"
"Nothing really It's just that he bumped into me in the queue and when he said sorry, he knew my name."
"Your fame is spreading," said Jack, "but Smallpiece has got quite a reputation too."
"And what's that?" Guy asked in hope as he was sure their encounter had been no accident."
"Well, let's put it this way," said Jack "Don't be taken in by the name Smallpiece They say he's got the biggest dick in the school and also he's not scared to use it Not that I have been walking around with a tape measure, but as I said, he did stay at our house Also he hasn't got the nickname Roger the Cabinboy because he's interested in sailing or Captain Pugwash, either."
"Sounds like my kind boy," responded Guy, partly in jest for the benefit of his classmates, but also as an expression of serious intent for himself.
"God, you're such a great perve, Guy," said Jack.
"You certainly know how to win a boy's heart," answered Guy giving Jack's backside a tweak and pressing his middle finger against his crevice.
"Get off of me, you big tart," but the harshness of the words was belied by the grin on Jack's face and the way he patted Guy's buttocks in return and ran off slowly enough for Guy to catch him.
"'Get off with me' is what I think you meant to say?" Guy whispered in Jack's ear "Just you wait."
"Promises, promises," and Jack provocatively poked his tongue out But any further ragging was halted by the bell for the end of break.
It didn't matter to Guy why Roger should have known his name because he now had designs of his own to get to know him better for he was certain that the brush in the queue had been by no means a chance encounter and he intended to follow it up.
At the end of the afternoon games session Guy learnt that he had been selected to play in the School U14s on Saturday, as had Rob By bedtime Guy knew what he had to do He was sure that there was some serious sex in the offing and he was up for it.
Saturday arrived Because of the relaxed atmosphere on Saturdays the boys were responsible for getting themselves up Breakfast, a buffet affair, lasted until lunch The rugby was a morning fixture with a 10.30 kick-off The 1sts, 3rds, U16s and U14s were at home The other teams had to get onto a coach at 8.15 to travel away About nine Guy and Rob were walking over to breakfast.
"Are you coming to the pictures tonight, Guy?"
"Can I tell you later? I'm working on doing something else this evening, but I don't know yet whether it will come off."
"Or you will! What is it?"
"Do you know how to keep an idiot in suspense?"
"No."
"I'll tell you tomorrow."
"Why don't you piss off?" said Rob with a laugh aimed mainly at his own foolishness in being caught out by such an old chestnut.
On Saturday evenings a large part of the community would go into the city which was within easy walking distance The only rules were that they should not go alone, they must not wear school uniform and that they had to be back for bedtime They were trusted to clock themselves in and the system worked because the consequences of its not working were too great And so the school would be largely deserted late Saturday afternoon and early evening But the uppermost thought in both boys' minds was the rugby, for if they made a poor showing in this match there was always someone to take their places in the next one.
After breakfast the boys returned to the House to pick up their kit and report for the match which they did about 9.30 They were taught to give themselves plenty of time before and encouraged to relax and to concentrate on one thing Unfortunately the single thing Guy was concentrating on as they approached the changing rooms on that warm September day was not rugby As they reached the doorway, Guy said to his friend
"Give me some space, Rob I've got a little business to do before and after the match." That puzzled his new friend as they had only known one another for less than a month, but he felt he had no right to enquire or protest.
The changing room had been designed and built to take half a year group, but even so with sixty players plus reserves it was crowded and people had to fit into whatever space they could find Guy looked around and was pleased to see that Roger Smallpiece had already arrived He plonked his games bag on the bench beside him and boldly said
"Hi, Roger Got room for a small one?" Noticing who it was Roger answered
"Hi, Guy Seeing as it's you we'll make room Looking forward to your game? It won't be a push over The Royal Grammar always sends us good teams."
"I'm looking forward to getting stuck in, shall we say?" replied Guy with a certain grin on his face At that point Roger hadn't realised it, but he had already gone into tart mode and was beginning the changing routine he and Seb had perfected at prep school, partly so that they could enjoy each other's bodies and partly as an act of defiance as a team shower room was one place no one could rightly criticise such behaviour Talking to Roger all the time to keep his attention Guy slowly in striptease manner removed his school uniform, the last article being his white HO1 briefs so perfectly moulded to his body He ignored the visible effect it was having on Roger and took his time delving into his bag and setting out his kit on the bench with his jockstrap on top Eventually still talking to Roger he took his size L jockstrap, warmed it against his face and breathed in its freshly washed odour He fastidiously put it on making sure Roger was watching as arranged himself comfortably, then bent over, almost mooning at him, as he picked up his size M rugger shorts Against every mother's wisdom King Edward's played in white shorts but with a maroon jersey and Guy had long learnt that white was the sexiest and most revealing colour of all sportskit He rubbed his nipples before finally putting on his thick cotton jersey, slowly tucking it into his shorts and tying the drawstring End of part one He quickly completed getting dressed, wished Roger good luck for his game and went out to join the U14s as they ran across to the pitch to warm up He was now one hundred per cent focussed on the rugby match.
He played a blinder of a match and was here, there and everywhere on the field. That and the fact his team won made it pretty certain he would play in the next match Now he could think about other things The after-match routine was clear and compulsory Shower and change, then off to the dining hall for lunch with the opposing team - always chips, baked beans and something else such as a hamburger - then see the visitors off and the rest of the weekend was free There was always a delay as they had to wait for the 1sts who played full forty minute halves to the U14s' thirty minutes, so after the end of match tunnel and congratulations Guy wandered off by himself to watch the finish of the U16s' game.
His gaze immediately sought Roger playing in the centre and immediately found him and his eyes immediately gluing themselves to the bulge in his shorts and he was immediately convinced he was on the right course He was still feeling warm from his own match on what was in any case becoming a hot day and he glanced down at his own shorts and thought that despite two years' difference in age he could give him a good run for his money any day.
The final whistle blew and Guy walked across with the other spectators to clap the teams off managing to pat Roger on the shoulder as he jogged past He ran back to the changing room, quickly stripped off his kit and joined his team mates in the shower Last in, last out and it worked He was just standing under the hot spray of water with his fingers interlaced behind his head as Roger came in to get himself cleaned up And he now knew the bulge in his shorts obviously wasn't padding! He was an Adonis Apart from his pubic hair and little tufts under his arms his body was smooth with a residual tan from the summer holidays highlighted by the 'bikini line' He was all muscle and sinew, pecs and abs Guy smiled at him as he came in not caring about the surrounding crowd In fact that was an advantage since the singing and cheering made only the most intimate conversation audible Shower over, phase two of the routine Guy got out of the shower before Roger and returned to his place at the bench Drying his feet first he climbed onto the bench, faced outwards and slowly dried the rest of his body It wasn't only Roger who was watching him, either Finally dry, he slowly put on his shirt, then his tie, only then followed by his briefs and trousers As he finished dressing, the 1st XV came in, perhaps in less jubilant mood, and it was time to leave It was no coincidence, but certainly questionable as to who had manipulated it so that Guy and Roger walked over to the dining hall together.
"What are you doing this evening, Guy?"
"Might go to the pictures," he said in a most noncommittal way.
"I haven't really thought What about you?"
"Oh, not a lot I've got a project to get on with, but it's not urgent I don't suppose you want to hang out?" Guy never thought it would be so simple.
"Doing what?" asked Guy.
"Well, by the way you were hanging out in the changing room, doing stuff," answered Roger.
"Where can we go?"
"Do you play a musical instrument?"
"Piano, a bit." At this stage Guy had lost the plot.
"Perfect," said Roger "So do I We'll go and book a practice room in the music school before we go into lunch There won't be anyone around much on a Saturday Room seven You'll see why." They made a quick detour into the music school and Guy booked a practice room for seven o'clock "You're sure you're up for this, Guy?"
"I sure am."
"I just wanted to check Despite rumours I'm not a baby snatcher I've never had an unwilling partner yet." Guy could see why and tacitly agreed They reached the dining room, put their games bags on hooks in the foyer and rejoined their teams for lunch.
"What was that all about, Guy?" Rob asked as they made their way back to the House after waving their opponents goodbye.
"I've got a date this evening, so I won't be coming to the pictures, I'm afraid." Rob was obviously impressed.
"What? With Roger the Cabinboy?"
"You guessed it and you now know why I wanted some space."
"What are you going to do?"
"Piano practice Keeps the fingers supple." Rob grew incredulous "And by the way Jack was right Smallpiece is a misnomer Anyway, I'll tell you about it tonight, if there's time." Meanwhile they had arrived back at the House.
"What do you want to do this afternoon? Do want to play snooker?"
"Give me till three I'm going to lie on my bed and use all my will power not to play with myself and gather my strength for tonight." The boys put their dirty kit into the laundry baskets, cleaned their boots and went back to their rooms Guy wondered what to wear this evening before falling asleep until a knock on his brought him to for his game of snooker.
Rob went to the pictures with some other third formers about five Towards six Guy walked over to tea alone When he reached the dining hall there couldn't have been more that a dozen boys there This was his first experience of Saturday tea However, one of those dozen was Roger, so they collected their food and sat down together at an empty table Guy talked about his time at prep school, his relationship with Seb and his aim to enjoy being gay Roger was equally open and so there could be no ambiguity about what they were going to get up to that evening though Guy made it clear he was not looking for a boyfriend and Roger made it clear he was far too randy to remain faithful to one person After tea they returned to their houses to get changed.
The warmth of the day was continuing into the evening At that time of year the sun set about seven so it was still light when Guy ventured out He'd been most practical knowing, or at least hoping for what was going to happen He wore sandals, so no socks, a tight light blue cotton tank top and a pair of tennis shorts he had bought in France For some reason the French know how to design shorts Perhaps it was their national 'anti-Americanism' that meant the shorts were short, the opposite of Bermudas, and the Gallic flair was seen in the cut And the pièce de résistance, or was it a coup de grâce, in preplanning? Instead of briefs he wore his cricketer's jockstrap under the shorts which effectively meant a pouch for groping and an almost bare butt with unrestricted access He had not been remiss in another direction either as he had remembered to bring a plastic bag with a folder of his music in it and from his sports bag he had brought along a tub of vaseline and a towel.
Guy keyed in the code on the music school lock and went along to his practice room and as he was the first to arrive he sat at the piano and started playing the first thing that came into his head It was not long before the door opened and in came Roger dressed in trainers, white Lycra shorts and a long navy blue tee shirt When the music school was built, the practice rooms were designed without windows and to be soundproof Murder could have been committed in those rooms and no one would have been the wiser until it was too late In fact, it probably was, as certain composers rolled over in their graves at the almost unrecognisable renditions of their compositions Roger held out his hand in greeting and Guy thought he wanted to shake it as they had done in the tuckshop queue earlier in the week, but as soon as Guy took it he pulled him closer and kissed his lips Guy breathed in the fresh clean smell of his body and felt the strain on his jockstrap straightaway.
"Right," said Roger, "just a precaution in case we do get disturbed Help me push the piano across the door That done Roger added "That's why we booked room seven Not only does the door open inwards, but the hinges are on the 'wrong' side, or for us the 'right' side, because if the door does open nobody can see what's going on in the room." At that he took a two pound coin and placed in on the floor near to the wall where the piano had stood.
"You're not expecting me to fall for that one, are you, Roger?"
"What? Rape you as you bend over to pick it up? Come on, I'm a little bit more sophisticated than that." Guy thought at first he had upset him, but no "That coin is the reason we shifted the piano Just in case someone wants to know why it's temporarily across the door."
"All clever stuff," answered Guy.
"It dropped there after you accidentally swept it off the top of the piano, understand? And by the way, my personal pride doesn't allow me to pay for sex I never pay for what I can get free Let's have a look at you" Guy gave him a twirl which ended with raising his hands in the air like a ballet dancer "Love the shorts, Guy Full marks for imagination I've never thought of wearing a jockstrap before Keep it on to begin with I find it quite a turn on."
"Your turn now," said Guy The word 'submissiveness' was not part of vocabulary "Take your tee off." He'd already seen Roger's chest and his packet in a relaxed state, but now straining through the Lycra it was more than impressive and he could not prevent himself from stroking it.
"Careful, Guy I don't want to shoot my load just yet." Guy withdrew gracefully, pulled his tanktop off, sat down at the piano and lowered the sexual tension by playing a bit of Scott Joplin.
A piano practice room might well be one of the most secure places in the school, but it is only ever going to be sparsely furnished A piano and a piano stool are perhaps minimum requirements Add to that another chair for the piano teacher, a small table, a row of hooks for coats and a tiled floor one scarcely finds the comforts of a boudoir As Scott Joplin finished, Roger asked
"Well, how do you want it?"
"I'm here to learn What do you advise?"
"If we had a bed, no doubt You'd be on your back with me on top, but here it's got to be doggy style, either on the floor or over the table."
"Over the table The floor looks a bit hard." Roger took a large bath towel out of his own plastic bag and spread it over the table.
"Are you ready?" Guy nodded Roger took him in embrace and as they kissed he slid his hands inside Guy's shorts and and stroked his bare buttocks, then his crevice, finally giving his butthole a little probe with his finger Guy broke the kiss and whispered amidst heavy breathing
"You can do better than that, Roger." Roger undid the drawstring on Guy's shorts and slipped them over his hips.
"Leave the jock on and bend over the table." Guy stepped out of his shorts and did as he was told Roger unscrewed the tub of vaseline and took a great wodge on his fingers At first he only smeared it along Guy's crevice, but on taking a second dollop he started probing against his butthole with his finger until at last it went in Guy was expecting it to hurt, but he finally had to admit he was being serviced by a master and the pleasure was exquisite as he felt the finger slide in deeper "Are you ready?" He became conscious of the way his cock was straining against the damp pouch of his jockstrap and he was longing to remove it.
"Okay," he said to Roger.
"One thing first." He had difficulty removing his Lycras which were already displaying its own large damp patch "You've got to grease up my cock, but careful I'm already not far off coming." It felt hot under Guy's fingers and the heat seemed to melt the vaseline He leant back over the table and waited the supreme pleasure and as he pulled his cheeks apart Roger's greasy pole was already at the entrance He gave a sharp intake of breath as he felt it slip past his ring and enter his inner sanctum He had heard about the 'sweet spot', but now he was discovering how sweet it was while gripping the edge of the table with white knuckles It seemed over all too soon as he felt Roger's hot seed burst into his entrails while his own fought for an exit against the restrictions of his jockstrap.
"Stay in there, please," he gasped, but all too soon he felt Roger's cock slacken and finally slip out Roger spread towels over the two chairs Guy's jock was soaked He took it off, wiped off the discharge and then the excess vaseline from his crevice They sat on the chairs and looked at each other smiling, beads of sweat on their brows "My turn now," said Guy.
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"And he really let you do it back to him?" asked Rob Guy had got back to the House about nine just as those on the cinema exeat were returning With bedtime at ten on Saturdays Guy and Rob were enjoying cocoa and biscuits in Guy's room and he was regaling him with a full report of the last couple of hours.
"It wasn't 'let' He really wanted it and so did I Plus it was part of the negotiated contract, anyway So you see I'm not a virgin anymore and anything you want to know … or do … just ask." Guy was still feeling elated, regretting the fact he had never gone that far with Seb, but it had been early days back then "I think Roger was impressed too He mentioned something about professional jealousy What surprised me was that he didn't make it hurt at all, though he said I might feel something when walking tomorrow." Then they just chatted about the rugby match until they'd finished their cocoa "Right, Rob, I'm going for a shower I feel a bit sticky and I want to get this jockstrap into the laundry basket while no one's around." And with a hug they wished each other good night.
Sunday morning meant another lie-in The only demand on their time was chapel at ten in school uniform That lasted about an hour and then the boys were free until House Prayers that evening In chapel who should be sitting opposite Guy but Roger? As their eyes met they acknowledged each other with a smile, Roger gave Guy a thumbs up sign and Guy replied by making a ring with his thumb and forefinger just as they did in the old war films when a pilot was about to take off Neither boy appeared to be particularly absorbed in the service and by the greatest of coincidences they managed to queue side by side as they went up to the altar rail for communion They whispered.
"How are you feeling, Guy?"
"Fine."
"No discomfort?"
"None"
"Great Professional pride None of my boys have ever suffered any yet It's not necessary with a bit of skill."
"I want a chat sometime I want to know who the other gays are in the school."
"You're on See you lunchtime." By that time they had reached the altar rail and Guy knelt down with Roger one side and Rob the other He felt at one with the world.
After the service Guy and Rob walked back to their house together.
"I'll tell you one thing, Rob I thought last night would have calmed me down a bit, but it's just made me feel that much randier I had violent nob throb throughout the service and I've still got it My underpants feel wet, too."
"Feel like some piano practice after lunch?"
"I didn't know you played the piano, Rob."
"I don't, you idiot." Then the penny dropped "Let's go and see if there's a practice room free," and they made a detour to the music school.
Such was Guy's introduction to senior school at King Edward's After that one night stand with Roger he felt ready to take on all-comers He had made two faithful friends, although they were never to become boyfriends Guy was always up front about that Through Roger he gained entrée to a number of likely lads and perhaps more important an insight into whom to avoid Rob and he remained best mates throughout their five years at King Edward's and beyond He would go home with him at half term whenever his parents were abroad, which happened quite often with his father's work Guy not only blossomed academically and at sport as he was expected to, but one spin-off was the way his piano playing improved, though he never had great ambitions in that direction His nickname was the Music Man after the well known rugby song and one of his gifts was being able to gather a crowd round the piano for a singsong, fitted of course to the occasion.
Life being full of little coincidences Guy's past caught up with him In the fourth form he took part in an exchange with a school in Glasgow and then only as a late fill-in as someone had gone sick He lost contact with his exchange partner, but was to meet him again years later as the life partner of Seb's brother-in-law whom he had earlier seduced after Seb's other brother-in-law's stagnight It sounds complicated, but you'll find it all in Special Friendships (English Version).
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