Milton Academy

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

Not sure how many parts there will be to this just yet. A few more, at least. Lots of commissions coming up next week, as well as some new stories and the next part of Ivygate.

I’m not saying that I was smarter than most people my age, but it became quite clear early on that public school offered me very little. My parents valued education more than anything else, and when they realised that I wasn’t being challenged by the curriculum, they enrolled me into a private boarding school.

Unlike others, I wasn’t particularly bothered. Both of my parents worked long hours and it wasn’t rare to go days, or sometimes weeks without seeing them. Truthfully, I was quite excited to start in Milton Academy and it didn’t take long for me to settle in.

Despite the fact that I was surrounded by pretentious brats, I flourished in private school. I’d never been the most social person, but mixing with others who shared similar interests had helped me a lot. I was by no means popular, but I had a handful of friends, and I was content.

The Academy offered something known as a Gap Year. Once students turned eighteen, most of them went straight to college. The Gap Year, however, was one final year in which students, whose parents could afford it, were prepared and equipped for life outside the school. There were no exams, no tests, no homework, just a year of socialising and discussing the more important things in life. Naturally, my parents insisted.

Many of my friends left that summer, but I stayed on. I was excited to spend another year there, but I had no idea just what that year had in store for me.

The Gap Year students were separated from the others, which meant that all seven of us shared a dorm. It was an old building, with large rooms that could comfortably fit us all, but I had never gotten used to sharing certain intimate moments with the others, so I had always insisted on changing in the bathrooms. Unfortunately for me, the only bathroom on this side of the building, was located in the basement, and on cold winter mornings, there was nothing pleasant about tip-toeing down the freezing cold concrete to change, and so I was forced to adapt.

I hardly knew any of the others. There were a couple of guys who had been ordered to complete the Gap Year because their parents refused to have them back. Whether it was a behaviour thing or not, I don’t know, but it wouldn’t have surprised me.

Glen Darcy was the one person I disliked more than the others. He was a cocky, smug young man who had only been accepted to Milton because his parents were ridiculously wealthy. What was even more absurd, was that the other students had always flocked to him like he was some sort of god, but I could see through his bullshit.

Indeed, the nineteen-year-old was quite handsome. He had that cheeky look to him, with short black hair, devious eyes, and a shit-eating grin. He played quite a lot of sport, too, and although he wasn’t particularly muscular, his body was well defined, and it was something that he was endlessly proud to show off.

“Scared to change you undies, Prinston?” He remarked on Monday morning, as I tried quickly to get changed. I looked back over my shoulder and watched as he stood in his own briefs. Yes, he had an impressive body, but it was his cock that made my eyes widen. Not because I’d never seen a cock before, but because he dropped his underwear with such nonchalance that the other students instantly turned their attention toward me. He flicked them onto his feet and kicked them toward my head. The warm fabric draped over my face, only long enough for the others to howl with laughter before I flung them back at him in disgust.

“I already did!” I lied, because for weeks, I’d been changing my clothes in the bedroom, then hurrying off to the bathrooms later that day to change my underwear. Was I a little over-the-top? Sure, but I’d always been a very modest young man.

“No, you didn’t” he scoffed, as I stood there in my underpants, clutching my t-shirt against my chest. “I was watching you”.

“Why were you watching me?” I growled, trying to turn the tables, but the others were too devoted to him to even notice.

“What’s wrong?” He continued, still grinning, “embarrassed?”

“No!” I snapped.

“Then change”.

“I will later”.

“Why?”

“Because I want to!”

A few of the others were beginning to snigger again, and my face was showing my humiliation. I knew that unless I put the whole thing to bed, this moment would haunt me for the rest of the year.

“Fine” I shrugged, trying to play it cool as my heart beat frantically. They all watched as I yanked down my briefs and held my cock and balls in my hand. I’d never been more mortified in my life, but I quickly pulled on some fresh underwear and got dressed. Glen left me alone after that. For a while, anyway.

The days went by quickly at Milton, mainly because we were so busy. The Gap Year was filled with activities, some which I enjoyed, some which I didn’t, and one such activity saw us out on the grounds one frosty morning, identifying edible berries.

The grounds of Milton were magnificent. The old school was situated way beyond the mountains and trees, and afforded a rather magical scenery if one was that way inclined. Thousands of acres of woodland surrounded the building, spanning further than the eye could see, so it was easy to lose yourself in the expansive blanket of nature.

I had taken to my knees behind a large birch to weed through some shrubbery when I heard the commotion. At first, I assumed it was just some of the other students who had wandered off, so I ignored it and continued my search, but moments later, I heard something unmistakeable.

I poked my head out from where I was kneeling, and my eyes widened. Glen Darcy stood in a clearing a few yards away, completely oblivious to the fact that I was watching, with his pants and underwear around his ankles. I stared at his plump backside for a moment, but that wasn’t the most shocking part.

Connor Lavine, a timid young man whom had barely spoken a word since the year began, knelt in front of Glen and ran his tongue up Glen’s hard cock. I couldn’t believe my eyes, but the scene was too crazy to look away from.

“Who’s a little cock slave?” Glen asked, slapping Connor across the face.

“Me, sir” he whimpered, still licking.

“Say it”.

“I’m a little cock slave” he said, eagerly tonguing Glen’s cock.

“You’re my little cock slave, ain’t you?” He smirked, and Connor nodded. “Say it with my cock in your mouth”.

My jaw dropped as Connor took Glen’s long cock into his throat and mumbled the words onto his meat. I’d never seen anything like it before, but Glen seemed quite used to it as he held his t-shirt up to his chest and began to fuck the eighteen year old’s face.

I had to cover my mouth to avoid gasping, but I remained there, just watching as Connor sucked Glen’s cock. There was nothing about either of them that had ever made me question if they were gay, but the sight before me made it undeniable.

After almost fifteen minutes, a whistle sounded in the distance. It was Mr. Oliver signalling that it was time to return, but neither of them moved for a moment.

Glen grabbed Connor by the hair and dragged his head off his cock. He pumped it in his fist, dropping his head back and gasping before aiming his helmet at Connor’s face and moaning. Ropes of thick cum squirted from him and drenched Connor, but the young man didn’t move a muscle. Cum dripped from his hair onto his face, strings of it glued his eyes shut, and I watched as it poured down his lips and chin, and when Glen was finished, he pulled up his pants and smirked.

“Don’t wipe it off” he said, rubbing some of his load into Connor’s flesh with his thumb. “I want you to stink of my nut all day”.

With those words, Glen walked off, and Connor stayed where he was. Part of me wanted to run over and see if he was okay, but I remained hidden and watched in awe as the young man began to lap at the seed around his mouth, then slowly, he pulled his own hard cock from inside his pants and began to stroke it.

The whistle sounded again, but I refused to move until it was safe to do so. It took Connor only seconds before he blew his load onto the frosty forest floor, and with Glen’s sperm drying into his face, he got to his feet and hurried off.

“What the fuck was that all about?” I asked myself, slowly standing up. It was then that I realised that Connor and Glen weren’t the only one with erections, and I knew that I needed to find out what was going on between them.

Unbeknownst to me, at the time, what I was about to uncover, was more than I could have ever imagined.