RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I bite my lip as I take one last look over Brian's body, and of course my eyes fall to his lap just to see what I could be having, in my dreams anyway. But to my disappointment, he isn't even anywhere near hard yet, but judging the situation, can I really blame him?

"Hey, I got an idea," I say to him quietly as the others get on with what they're doing, some of them somewhat ignoring Brian now, much to my relief also.

I reach my hand out to Brian's chest and push him down onto the floor so he's laying down, me leaning over him slightly.

"Just close your eyes and imagine you're somewhere completely different." I say quietly to him with my hand still on his chest.

I'd be feeling a little disconcerted about having Coby touching me like this but I know he's one of the good guys here. He's not trying to seduce me, just help me. I've known him a few hours and I already feel like I can trust him. I mean, he's been looking out for me, right? He can't be a bad guy.

I follow his instructions, imagining I'm back home. I'm back in my room, Dimebag Darrell's face staring at me from the ceiling. My guitars are the only things surrounding me. The noises are from the TV.

Already I'm feeling a lot calmer. I can trust this guy, I'm sure of it.

I watch him with his eyes closed and licking over his lips, it is actually taking a lot of strength in my right now not to lean down and just kiss him. But I keep my control as I look down at him. He looks so sweet and peaceful like this.

"Now just imagine that... I don't know, some girl that you wanted to bang in high school is there with you. Naked or... yeah." I look to Alex and shrug, not knowing what the hell I am even talking about. It's only then when Alex gives me the signal that I know that Brian here has a girl back home.

God, I'm jealous of her already.

I can see her in front of me, Scarlett in all her glory. She's not quite naked, I prefer leaving things to the imagination sometimes. Even in my imgaination. Besides, it makes the fantasy richer, having to reveal the beauty myself. She's there, all pouting lips and fluttering eyelashes, looking like the starlet I fell in love with.

Before I can stop myself, her name rolls off my tongue. She's walking towards me now, swishing her hips. I can feel myself becoming more turned on by the minute.

"God, you're so beautiful..."

"God, yes...Uh..." I near my release with a grunt and the feel of a mouth around the head of my cock, sucking me dry. I know it's Mick but I'd prefer to think it was someone else, but ah well, beggars can't be choosers. I open my eyes as I feel his mouth leave my cock and I look over the scene that was not expecting to see. Brian, on his back with Jacoby leaning over him. Bastard, I was supposed to break him in.

I find my boxers and pull them on quickly before making my over to Brian on the floor, as quietly as I can. I shake my head at Jacoby before taking his hand and taking it from Brian's chest. I give him a look that can only read, "Remember who goes first with the new boys around here." He rolls his eyes at me and moves away from Brian a little reluctantly.

I watch Brian from a safe distance, the camera right behind me if needs be.

I shake my head at Zacky. He really does annoy me sometimes, granted we do have the unwritten rule that if a new boy comes into his dorm room he gets to break them in. But, I don't know, Brian seems different. I have a feeling he'll make some friends here, he won't be like the others that had nervous breakdowns and ended up coming out of here and then going straight into hospital. Maybe it's because Brian's hot. Maybe because I have a feeling I'll be one of the ones looking after him. Shit. Am I falling for the new boy?

No, I can't fall in love with the new guy. I don't do love. No one in this place does love. Granted we have fucking, kissing and the whole nine yards sexually. But we can't fall in love. Because it just doesn't work. No, it's just anticipation. That's it. The idea of what he'd be like to fuck. That's all.

I hope.

Coby's hand is gone from me now, I can't help but feel a little disappointed. Simply because the human contact was helping me feel less like I was stuck in a fantasy. Now I'm painfully aware that this isn't real and that the boys around me are probably all looking at me.

I keep my eyes shut and, taking a deep breath, move my hand to the front of my boxers, rubbing myself through the material. I force myself to remember the feel of Scarlett's hands on me, the rare times they've been on me like this, to remember the way she feels in my arms when I'm holding her.

It's harder than I'd expected, imagining I have a body with me when there's nothing touching me. I've never been one for real self exploration while jacking off, the idea of rubbing at my own chest and suchlike just make me feel like I'm stuck in a bad porno.

I continue to rub at myself through my boxers, trying desperately to bring the fantasy back to life.

I look down at Brian and I can't help but feel my cock twitch just watching him. He looks so awkward and for some odd reason that is a real turn on for me.

I move my hand down to my boxers and pull them from my body, never one for being clothed whenever I jacked off, no matter what the situation was. I throw them to the side where my jeans fell ages again and start to rub myself gently, trying desperately not to watch Brian's own hand on his [unfortunately] clothed erection.

But suddenly it looks like it was a good thing I was watching because suddenly a set of painted black fingernails trace the rim of Brian's boxers. My eyes widen and I look up the arms off the invader to see Zacky grinning widely up at Brian as he starts to remove his boxers.

I shake my head at Jacoby, as if I am disappointed in him for jacking off over Brian, but it's all for a joke as I wink at him. He gives me a stern yet shocked look as I dip my fingers into Brian's boxers and start to draw them down. He's gotta be imagining his girl now, lost in a dream, surely the memory of that whore removed his boxers.

My smirk widens as I see a happy trail of hair start as I remove the black cloth material.

Jackpot.

I can suddenly feel hands at my boxers. What the fuck? I shouldn't be getting touched like this. I have never had this vivid of an imagination before. The Scarlett in my head is telling me to relax, to go with it. Easier said than done. I try my best to stay calm. Maybe it's just Coby? Not that that is in any kind of way more comforting than it being anyone else. Except for maybe the fact he's just trying to help, he's not trying to hurt me.

But the hands feel different, the hands feel smaller, the fingers stubbier, rougher. This definitely isn't Coby.

Okay, Brian, relax. It's nothing to be afraid of. Just pretend it is Coby, no... Scarlett. Coby's a guy still after all. Just go with it, just think of it for what it is, a hand helping you along. It doesn't change anything.

I pull the boxers from his cock slowly, peering over them to see what we have here.

Hell-oooo Brian.

I grin as I pull the boxers all the way from him and throw them to the side. He's a good size, width and length. A good five inches at least. That'll be real nice feeling me up.

I suddenly feel a hand on my back that feels like Mick's hand, I roll my eyes and look around to him as we are all now watching Brian, even if it's out of the corner of the eye like it is with Alex. But never the less, all eyes are on him.

"What?" I mouth to Mick, a little annoyed with him as he merely grins at me and points to Brian. I shrug at him, telling him I'm not a mind reader and I need more than a pointing gesture to tell me what his genius plan is.

I'd have thought Zacky would have known me by now! After all the time we've been stuck together in this place - both literally and figuratively. But now is not the time to dwell upon such things. Now is the time to tease the virgin.

Brian seems to be off in some kind of dreamworld now. I mean, granted he still seems to be shitting himself, for some reason a shit-ton of hot, horny gay men is scary. It's a wet dream for me.

I gesture back to Zacky, pointing to him, then to Brian's very nice hard on. I'm not letting the year pass without having a taster of that one, even if it does involve using the fake breasts again. I then gesture to myself and a few of the other boys around us, the ones who haven't quite reached their climax yet. I make the universal jerk off motion, something I've always hated. It's so crude. Couldn't we think of a nicer way to show it? Before I get lost in my own thoughts, I swear my mind should never be allowed to goout on it's own. It's only small and fluffy, it'd get lost. I point to Brians chest, making the wonderful 'splat' motion with my hands.

So to clarify for myself, Zacky does what he does best, gets our little newbie off, lets him think he's back home, back with his girlfriend. He thinks, 'Y'know this isn't so bad, I can handle this.', then he recieves a rude awakening, so to speak, from my good self and his new friends. All over that lovely taut chest of his.

I grin, probably the widest I have a very long while before pointing and Mick and mouth, "You are evil. I love it." I smirk again before looking around at the rest of the guys, most of them are smirking to as they seem to shuffle a little closer to Brian.

I grin and I make my way over to my desk, this boy is not going to believe that these hands of mine belong to a girl. I pull out a pair of lace gloves that Mick gave me for Christmas last year, still no idea to why he brought them but oh well, I pull the glasses over my fingers, the soft feeling of lace cases me to grin even further.

I make my way back to Brian again and this time take a seat next to him, eyeing up his very hard erection.

"Hell-oooo." I mouth to myself, causing some of the others to laugh, even Jacoby is smiling a little. Good to see we have our leader back on track.

I reach my hands down to Brian's thighs, rubbing his thigh with one of my laced up hands, and the other making it's way to his cock, squeezing and pulling expertly.

I can feel hands on my body, hands that shouldn't be there. I want to fight back to get away from them. I want to get away from the intrusion. It's not fair, I don't want this. Instead I fight my instincts and try depserately hard to stay calm, to stay relaxed. I don't need to panic. This means nothing.

I try to focus on my fantasy, to focus on my girl but it's not working. It's doing nothing but reminding me how far away from home I am right now. I need something else.

My first instinct is to focus on Coby. He's been looking out for me so far. Yeah, Coby. Imagine it's him doing this to you, his gentle hands, his soft smile. He wouldn't hurt me. He'd just try to make me feel better, make this feel better. Focus on him.

To my surprise, I find myself enjoying the feeling. Simply because of what is being done, you understand, it is in no way anything to do with who is doing it to me. It's also nothing to do with the soft, blue eyes in my mind teling me that I'm going to be okay, that this is just a test.

I smirk as I feel him tense up beneath me, but he all of a sudden seems to calm right down again, relaxing into the touch, and almost smiling. Oooh yeah, I'm that good, turning straight boys gay is actually that easy.

I look up from my position of jerking Brian off to look and see the rest of the guys all jerking off above Brian's chest. I bite my lip and try to suppress a laugh at the prospects of what he'll do. I seriously can't wait to see the look on his face.

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I feel a lot calmer now, 'Coby''s hands upon my are making this so much easier. I'm not even imagining Scarlett anymore, she's drifted to the back of my mind. I'm also not imagining Coby in any kind of sexual way, short of the touching, just his eyes, his warm smile, ~~his smooth, lean body~~.

I don't think this is going to last much longer, something I'm pretty embarassed about to be honest. Now along with everything else, I'll be getting a rep for premature ejaculation. Fantastic.

As the gentle, clothed hands bring me closer to the edge, I find a whimper being pulled from me. I'm never vocal normally, I have to keep quiet in fear of being found. I'm not really bothered about that anymore to be honest. I'm just bothered about accidentally mumbling a certain name. I try to keep my noises to the barest minimum, keep them sounding like incoherent grunts, therefore keeping me safe from any embarassment.

I look sidelong up Brian's body as he whimpers, screwing his eyes shut even more as he does so. He's close, I can tell. Which surprises me somewhat, I'd thought he'd last longer than that. And you can tell that the others are thinking that as well as they are no longer holding off but trying to finish up as quickly as possible.

As I see Mick nod to me, giving me the go ahead to finally speak, I grin as I see Mick near his end pretty soon after.

"Welcome to St. Luke's Brian Haner!" I chorus with a laugh.

I sit up quickly, yelling my attackers name angrily as I climax. That is so not the way I'd planned it to go. I put my arms out behind me in an attempt to hold myself up as I feel the warm feeling rushing through me, the intense pleasure running through my every vein. ~~I have never had an orgasm like that before.~~

As I push myself up to face my assailant, I'm greeted with hot sticky jets hitting not only my stomach and chest but my face too. Fucking hell, now I'm a cumsponge as well. I sit, hands up in disgust, mouth tightly closed as I feel some of the seed dripping down towards my lips. I want to wipe it away but I also don't want to touch it.

That wasn't funny.

So why am I filled with an overwhelming urge to piss myself laughing?

"OOHHH MAN!" I yell as I burst into a hysterical fit of laughter. That was well worth all the plotting and not getting off myself just to see that. I roll onto my back on the floor and just laugh myself stupid.

"Ooooh Brian. What does it feel like to be used as a breathing, living tissue?" I say to him before falling into a fit of laughter again.

I would look at him to see if he was crying, fighting with someone but I can't see past the tears in my eyes from laughing so much.

I try to get my breath back from the orgasm I have just experienced, now looking at Brian as most of my seed pretty much got him square in the face. I cringe slightly for him before wiping my hands on the floor and looking Brian in the face.

"Sorry dude. It happens to all of us here," I say laughing a little just to try and show that it was a complete joke, a prank, "You OK?"

I rest my hand on his shoulder, which amazingly has some spunk on it too but I don't make any worry about it. I've probably had most of the guys in this room's spunk on me at some point in my life here.

I nod at Coby, a half smile on my face. I rest my hand on his for a second to let him know I'm cool with what's just happened to me.

I'm not as grossed out by this as I should be. In fact, to be honest, I find it kind of amusing. I look to Zacky to see he's still sat there, laughing hysterically, eyes closed.

A sneaky idea pops into my head. Payback. I crawl across the room, still covered in the, now cooling, spunk and pick Zacky's shirt up from the floor, wiping myself down with it. I'm pretty sure this was the most stupid idea I've ever had but fuck, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

I make sure my mouth is completely clean before speaking, throwing the shirt at Zacky's head.

"Oh it's FABULOUS! I really suggest trying it some time." I can't help but put on an overly camp voice.

I'm really hoping I haven't made a mistake here by being a cocky bastard.

My laughing is short lived by the feel of something sticky and warm on my face. I widen my eyes and look around the room, shaking off whatever was on my head and looking around the room to see a smirking Brian.

"Oh my GOD! You are SUCH a bastard!" I say as I climb to my feet and advance towards Brian. I can't believe that he did that. This hasn't happened before. For some odd reason, I'm proud of him. But I'm also know how right I am. He likes the feel of come all over him, he's SO gay.

He looks at me terrified as I stand right in front of him with my hands on mt hips.

"I LOVE IT! Come here you." I all by yell in a girly way before pulling Brian closer to me and kissing all over his face, smearing the come from my face and hair onto his.

"Do you love this Brian? RAWR!" I say as I pull to the floor with Brian still attached to me.

I WILL gross this guy out, somehow.

I watch on as Brian gets attacked by Zacky in a nice white mess on the floor. I can't help but smile at him. He really is adjusting well here, thank God.

I reach for my boxers and pull them while sitting next to Alex, watching the scene enfold in front of me.

"Something tells me he's gonna be fine." I say more to myself as I watch on with a smile.

I'm caught in a hysterical fit of laughter as I'm being attacked by Zacky and his cum covered face. It feels disgusting, all cold and sticky but I'm laughing too hard to give a shit.

"Zacky! No!!! I'm too young to be a daddy!" I say, trying to push him away from me, half-heartedly.

What the hell is happening to me? I'm wrestling naked with another boy who's covered in cum. This really isn't like me.

As some of the smearing comes into contact with my mouth, I scream, "Dude, that tastes fucking gross! Euwww!"

I flip us over so I am on top of Brian now, straddling his weight and holding his hands above his head.

"Babe, if you're gonna survive here, you've gotta appreciate the salty taste of man juice." I laugh as I stare down at him.

"Wanna kiss me Brian? Take away your 'gay virginity'?" I laugh, not quite sure where this craziness has come from, normally I am quite controlled but with this guy, he's turned me into a crazed lunatic. I mean, I'm even asking to kiss him. I must be getting a soft spot for him or something. Well, that's going to have to change.

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