Boarding School (25 page)

“Come on, Matt, we’ve gotta get back to the dorm and get ourselves warmed up.”

But Matt wasn’t going to be convinced so easily. They had used him to the point of utter exhaustion, and it was hard for him now just to sit. “I just want’a sleep, Clint. Just let me sleep here, ok? I’ll be fine,” he begged.

“Not here. We gotta go back to the dorm first. And then I’ll let you sleep. Ok?” I then stood up and as the rain ended, I began to pull up on him by his arms.

“Ok.” With my help then, Matt rose to his feet.

Next, I looked around for our clothes. As before the others had taken our pants and underpants but this time, at least, they had left us our flip-flops. So with my arm around my friend to steady him as we both began our journey back to our dorm, I walked us over to where the felons had left our footwear and I helped Matt on with his pair before I put on my own. Once this task was completed, it was time for us to leave the field. As I looked around for the way out, I was surprised to see how secluded the area really was. There were plenty of trees and bushes around the perimeter which made this place pretty private.

After another minute or so had passed, I had managed to put us back on the road again and headed toward the Academy. As we walked I worried that someone might drive by and stop to inquire if we were all right. I figured that two boys walking along a back country road in the middle of the night, naked from the waist down and completely covered in mud would be more than a little difficult to explain. So I kept trying to get Matt to walk faster, but the best he was able to do was a moderately paced shuffle. Seven or eight minutes later, we were standing in the parking lot in front of the Annex. Finally, we were back on Academy ground. Rock music was playing loudly from inside the coffee house, and we could hear chatter and the sounds of people having fun. I still wondered what the celebrating was all about, but for the moment I decided that it didn’t matter.

“Come on, Clint, let’s go to our room.”

“Just wait a minute, Matt. We can’t go to bed all covered in mud like this, and we can’t get it off of us in the shower. This much mud would clog the drain before we could get clean. So we’re first gonna have to go into the lake to get as much of this crap off of us as we can.”

“Oh, Clint, no. Do we have ta?” Matt was barely able to keep himself upright.

“Yeah, I’m afraid we do, Matt.”

I then led Matt across the parking lot and onto the sandy beach. We walked past the Annex and straight into the lake.

“Oh, Clint. This water’s cold,” Matt complained.

“I know.” As the rain began to fall on us again—this time it was coming down much harder—I pulled my friend’s undershirt off over his head and then I did the same with my own so I could throw them both over onto the beach and out of our way. “Use your hands to wipe the mud off of your body while I dunk myself.”

“Ok.”

I took a deep breath, and then I bent my knees and went under the surface of the water. While under I ran my hands through my hair and over my face so I could get rid of as much of the mud as possible. But after all that the others had put us through that night, I found I didn’t have a lot of wind, so in another moment I popped my head back above the surface so I could gasp in some air and fill my lungs again.

“Clint, I don’t know if I have enough strength to do that.”

“That’s ok. I’ll help you.” As water drained from my hair and face, I stepped closer to my roommate so I could stand directly in front of him. Next, I grabbed hold of his arms. “Ok, now bend your knees and I’ll do the rest.”

“Oh, Clint! Isn’t there some other way to do this?” Matt sounded so tired.

“Come on, Matt. Here’s your big chance to go swimming in the lake, finally.”

“Ok.” And with that, Matt took in a deep breath, allowed his knees to buckle beneath him, and down into the water he plunged.

In the same way I had done for myself, I began to run my hands through his hair and over his face to get as much of the mud and other stuff off of him as I could. And because I figured that Matt’s wind was as short as mine seemed to be on this night, as soon as I could feel more boy than mud I quickly pulled on him to raise him back above the surface. As he came up I watched as water poured from his head and left his black hair hanging down over his face nearly to the tip of his nose. While he coughed and gasped for air, I used the heel of my hand to push his hair up and away from his eyes so he could see again. “Ok, Matt. Let’s get out of here and get inside.”

“Ok, Clint,” Matt stammered as his body began to shiver from the coldness of the water.

Immediately we turned around and waded out of the lake and then one more time we walked across the beach. When we were standing on the pavement in the parking lot once again, I turned us to the right so we could make our way to the cement steps which by now seemed harshly lit by that single lamp on the pole which was located about halfway up the hill in front of us. No one ever took a break from their revelry in the Annex to come outside and check on our conditions, but if anyone had come looking for us a few moments later, they would have observed two naked boys on the steps with rain water dripping and streaming in silhouette from every inch of our heads and bodies. And it was in this manner that we slowly made our way up the hill to our dormitory. Several times on our way up I had to stop as the rain just poured down over us, to give Matt a chance to catch his breath, but eventually we made it to the landing and on into our hallway.

“Bed!” Matt called out as soon as we were inside. “I’m ready for bed now, Clint.” Matt was so tired.

“Not yet,” I commanded. “We’re too dirty still. Plus we’re both freezing.” By now I was shivering too. “We’re gonna have to take a shower first.”

“No, Clint.” Matt protested weakly. “I’ve just had a bath in the lake and a shower in the rain. I wanna go to bed, man!”

“We need to get into the hot water so it’ll warm us up. Plus we’re not really clean yet. Now come on,” I said as I pulled Matt with me by his arm into the bathroom.

Once we were inside the small room, I closed the door behind us and turned on the water in the shower. While we waited for the water to get hot I reasoned that I couldn’t put Matt aside while I showered first and Matt didn’t look to me to have the strength to clean himself if I put him in there first, so I figured that we would both have to go into the shower at the same time. The single metal stall was barely big enough for a full-grown man. It would be a tight squeeze for the two of us in there but under the circumstances, I couldn’t see how we had any other choice.

A few moments later, when the water was finally hot enough, I pulled on Matt’s arm again. “Come on, Matt, let’s get in.”

“Ok Clint.” He wasn’t arguing with me anymore. He knew that in another moment he’d be warm again.

And so I stepped into the shower first and then I pulled my friend in to join me. Right away I found my task with him was like trying to wash a baby. Matt was having trouble standing on his own so I figured I was going to have to lean him up against something to keep him upright. At first I tried to lean him against one of the walls so I could rub the soap over different sections of his body and then angle the shower head toward him whenever I needed to rinse him off. But I kept having to keep one of my hands braced against his body all the time so I could prevent my roommate from collapsing. So finally, the only practical solution I could come up with was to turn him to face the front of the shower, and then pull the boy backwards until he was able to rest against the front of my body. In this way, at least, I was able to have both of my hands free to wash us.

And so I embarked on an effort to wash us both as if we were one person. I began by taking some of my shampoo from the shelf just outside the shower where I kept it and pouring it into both of our hair at the same time. After some rubbing and once I had the lather built up for both of us, I then put our heads under the stream of water together so I could rinse us off at the same time. After all, considering how intimate we had been forced to become earlier that night, I saw no sense in worrying any longer over where we were touching each other now. Even so, it took me a couple of moments to work up the nerve I needed to place my hands all over the boy’s groin area and inside his butt crack so I could wash him in those places.

“Clint?”

“Yeah, Matt?” With him leaning backwards against me still, I had my arms extended out in front of us both so I could finish washing his chest and neck. To steady myself, I was letting his weight pin me against the back wall of the shower.

“Do me will ya?” He wasn’t shivering any longer, but his speech was still a little slurred.

“What?” I wasn’t sure I understood what he was asking me.

“I said do me. With your hand. Those guys kept stroking my dick and getting me all worked up, and then they never let me cum. Clint, I’m so tensed up inside, I’m about to explode. I need your help ’cause I’m not strong enough to do it myself right now.”

“Well then jerk off once you’re in bed,” I suggested. “No, Clint. I don’t wanna get cum all over my sheets. Please do me, Clint. Do me now. I need a release. It’s drivin’ me mad.”

“I… I don’t know, Matt. It doesn’t seem right.” I was conflicted. I wanted to help him any way I could, but I didn’t want us to start doing things like this with each other all the time.

“Come on, Clint. After everything we’ve been through tonight, I need you to help me with this.” And then Matt reached up and took hold of my soap-covered left hand.

If it had been any other time I would have pulled my hand away from his immediately. But the cocaine in me was still incredibly strong and my appetite for sex—any sex—seemed beyond my power to control. And I was certain that Matt was suffering in this same way. Plus after all the changes we had gone through for the past two weeks, I guess I was curious now to see just how far Matt would actually go. So I did nothing as my roommate began to take my hand down to his groin. I then watched as he placed our fingers around his penis and then together he caused us both to begin to stroke him. After the first couple of strokes had been executed, Matt let his hand drop to his side as his head fell back to rest against my shoulder and the side of my head.

“Ok, Clint. Keep it goin’. Do me, man. Do me good.” Just that much effort had seemed to tire out my friend again.

Since I had already begun, I figured that it would make no sense now for me to say I couldn’t do this, so I continued to stroke his penis. And so by default, I guess, the decision was made for me to help Matt to release his pent-up pressure. Because our bodies were pressed together so tightly, soon I was able to detect even the slightest reactions inside of him to my hand movements. As I sensed these twitches and muscle tightenings, I immediately began to feel an almost spiritual connection to the boy as if I no longer existed separately and instead had become part of my friend and he of me. Every time I felt these changes inside of Matt, it was as if the same muscles were constricting inside of me. And whenever Matt inhaled sharply and then held his breath, I held my breath right along with him. And as I quickened the pace of my stroking, and I was able to feel his body stiffen all over, my body tensed up also. It was an amazing experience. In fact, I was so moved by the closeness we were having, it almost felt to me as if I was conducting a science experiment of some kind and had discovered religion instead.

“Uuh! Ah!”

Matt’s moaning encouraged me to quicken the pace of my strokes once again. I then reached out and readjusted the shower head so the running water would hit us in our chests and faces.

“Uhoof! Uhoof!” In no time it sounded and felt to me as if Matt had nearly reached his climax. Faster still I moved my hand on his penis, and then three times in a row I felt him take in a breath and hold it, and then Matt stopped breathing altogether. Should I stop? No, I decided I needed to keep up the friction. And so I squeezed his penis harder and as soon as I did this, I felt it begin to pump his semen past my fingers and out onto the shower floor.

“Ahahahahhhh!” Matt’s body then jerked forward as I kept stroking his penis. As I felt his pumping continue, Matt jerked his body then to his right, and then he jerked it again to his left. Instantly after that, I felt the pumping end, so I stopped my stroking and squeezed the upper and under sections of his penis at its base between my thumb and forefinger, and then I ran my fingers up his shaft to push out any remaining semen. At this point, I knew that any further handling on my part would be painful for my friend, so I let him go. As I did this, I could feel a shiver make its way quickly down Matt’s body, and then he relaxed against me more completely than he had before.

“Ohhhh!! Thanks, Clint,” he was out of breath and still leaning his head against the side of my own.

“You’re welcome, Matt.” I was a little winded myself. Of course now a bit more washing was in order, so I reached up and took the bar of soap into my hands. When I had a lather worked up, I returned the soap to its plate and then I reached down to gently wash off Matt’s penis for him.

“Oo, careful,” he cautioned.

“Don’t worry, I know it’s tender after cumming.” At first I didn’t realize what Matt was doing. I was too busy trying to wash him off. But in a moment, I could feel that he had reached around between us, and had taken my penis in between his fingers.

“I’ve been feeling your dick against my butt and I can tell that you need a release too, Clint.”

Because I had been paying such close attention to Matt’s needs, I hadn’t noticed that more than ten minutes of having my own penis rubbing up against his skin had apparently given me a substantial erection. “No, Matt. I’m fine, really.” My mind was working sensibly for the moment, but I knew that if he didn’t let me go now, in no time my rational thinking would be out the window. And then I felt him begin to stroke me. “Uh, Matt!”

“Come on,” he stroked me again. “You need a release really bad too, man.”

“Uuh!” As I felt another stroke, I realized that my roommate was right. It had been an awful trick for the upperclassmen to get me all jazzed up as they had, and then not allow me to finish. And I had to admit, Matt’s stroking did feel… “Uuh!” He did it again.