Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2015 00:19:43 +0100
From: J. Forrester <niftyencomiums@gmail.com>
Subject: The Symposium - Chapter Eleven

The Symposium
Chapter 11: All The World's A Stage

This story is a work of fiction. Resemblances to real persons, places or
events would be extremely surprising.


"The show must go on."

Callum and Iain were left alone to consider that for a few minutes and had
the first chance to really talk since they'd entered the school.

"What do you think this thing is all about?" Callum asked.

"Oh, y'know... the humiliation and prostitution of two hot men who seem to
get off on being naked in front of people- wanking and sucking and kissing
ass. That kind of thing." Iain replied.

Callum laughed and looked down and Iain's bulging cock. "I don't know what
you mean."

Iain returned the chuckle and stepped closer so the tip of his cock met the
tip of Callum's.

"This is a weird thing we have going on." Iain admitted.

"Us, in general? Or today, in particular?" Callum clarified.

"Yes."

"How do you think they're going to get away with having us on stage in
front of all of them?" Callum changed the subject.

"My guess is they made sure to exclude invitations to people who would have
a problem watching us. Or who might tell. But you remember being sixteen,
seventeen – sex was sex." Iain rationalised. "When you're young and
horney you'll watch just about anything. And there is something about our
person's disgrace that the straight boys out there will probably quite
enjoy."

"I intend to quite enjoy it too." Callum replied.

They were in the middle of the stage now and the curtain went up without
warning, revealing them almost toe to toe to the audience of one hundred
and twenty six boys. The noise quietened to a hush that was broken by many
gasps and even more laughs.

They were not cruel or ridiculing laughs, rather the amusement of boys
watching degradation. Indeed, Callum and Iain did feel ashamed. They were
shamed by their nudity, their surroundings, their large audience, their
enjoyment and arousal of it all.



Finn's voice was loud, amplified throughout the assembly hall: "Today's
demonstration is about many things. Anatomy and biology for those of you
going on to study medicine or some associated discipline, the giving and
following of instruction for those of you going on to an armed services
role or managerial position and sex for those of you who go on to... have
sex."

There was some laughter at this, more than the joke warranted.

It was all about sex, really. It was all about Callum and Iain fulfilling
the part Mr Douglas had always wanted them to. Ever since they had
interviewed for the Symposium. Ever since he had seen them naked and
employed them. Ever since he had laid eyes on the lads, Mr Douglas had
enjoyed watching them and toying with them and they, in turn, had enjoyed
the attention. It was the perfect combustible mixture and their next
explosion had been carefully planned for this lucky young audience.

Cameras were discreetly hidden but Iain and Callum didn't know that, the
boys in the hall didn't know that; only Finn knew.

"The men on stage are Callum and Iain. They're cousins but one could be
forgiven for thinking they are brothers. Perhaps we can test genetic
similarity later? Say hello to the boys, boys." Finn said.

"Hi." They said.

"Perhaps we should get started..." Finn continued.

Over the next thirty minutes Callum and Iain remained unnecessarily exposed
as their muscle groups, tendons, joints and so on were described for
anatomical clarity. But descriptions avoided their groins or their penises
– there was no reason for total nudity when you spend twenty minutes
talking about stuff that lies above the waist.

In many ways Callum and Iain were reminded of their interviews from all
those months ago.

"Iain, why don't you grasp your cousin's cock and give it a few jerks -
let's if you can bring him to erection." Finn's voice broke Iain's
distraction

Iain complied, turning close to Callum so that his own flaccid member
brushed Callum's hip and he felt it tingle. Iain rolled Callum's balls in
his hand then gripped the stiffening organ and promoted it to full
attention. The crowed watching was impressed and rapt.

"Can we have a go at encouraging phallic engorgement?" Lee shouted.

Finn's voice responded positively to the suggestion, "Iain, why don't you
go down to the front row and see if one of the boys can get your cock up?"

Iain robotically complied, descending the steps at the side of the stage
and walking along the front line of lads. Some he detected were not
interested, others he detected were too keen. He eventually stopped half
way along in front of a big lad with chestnut hair and stubble along a
mighty jaw line that could easily fir two cocks... Iain's imagination
envisioned.

The big lad reached out and pulled on Iain's cock, hard enough for Iain to
step closer and then the touch was gentler. A thumb rubbed the top of
Iain's cock until it glistened and stood out to point straight in the boy's
face.

"Come on back up, Iain." Finn's voice said, "Let all the boys see what
you've got. Then we can see how similar you and Callum really are."



Iain felt exposure hit him all over again. Having been on the ground, up
close to the crowd it had seemed smaller and closer. From up on stage he
could see hundreds of eyes again.

"Stand side by side." Finn's disembodied voice advised.

They complied. Cock's pointing proudly towards the assembled boys, leaking
and juicy and ready to pop.

"And give us a twirl, show off those arses."

As Iain and Callum turned, their cock's touched and each shivered – they
hoped imperceptibly to the group but that was unlikely. For all their
similarity, for all the perversion of being exposed, Callum and Iain knew
where all this was headed. They'd never been watched having sex before,
indeed Iain still had not accepted Callum fucking him. Iain had used the
dildo and they'd been intimate twice since their first time but Iain was
still reticent about having anal sex.

They'd have nothing to hide or be afraid of after today, Callum reasoned.

Their arses in view, Finn was satisfied.

"Let's have some volunteers to help us out..." Finn declared. "Jack and
Craig Carr, why don't you come up here."

Callum and Iain turned to see two boys prance towards the stage. The
identical twins minced towards the front of the room. From a distance they
were as camp as an episode of 1960's Batman, but when they got on stage
they dropped that act which had been played for comedic effect. They were
handsome seventeen year olds with Liverpool accents and introduced
themselves but they were truely identical twins and Callum and Iain would
be hard pushed to remember who was who.

Callum immediately noticed there was `something' about them. Whispers and
giggles from the crowed, the way the stood a little too close together –
these were boys who were as familiar in each other's mouths as household
words.

"You know," Finn said, prefacing an inevitable sexual liaison, "It is
believed that many physical attributes are shared by common genetic
sources. Does anyone else wonder if these twins are as identical as the
cousins Callum and Iain?"

There was a boisterous agreement that this was worth exploring but Jack and
Craig paled at the prospect.

"Boys. Take off your clothes." Finn said.



Callum and Iain were certain they would refuse. Then one of the lads
reached into his pocket and took out his mobile phone, the screen was lit
by the receipt of a message although the phone itself had remained
silent. Neither Callum nor Iain got to see the message, a picture perhaps,
but it was enough to persuade the twins. They started to pull off their
clothes.

The school ties were pulled off and collars unbuttoned. Belts were undone,
shoes and socks pulled off. Their blazers were quickly followed by their
shirts – beautiful skinny bodies with developing pecs and sporadic chest
hair were revealed. The trousers fell and both the boys stood in loose
fitting boxers – Callum lusted enough over them to hope a cock might
peek out the bottom of them but no such luck.

They lads stopped then. Reluctant to show it all unless prompted again,
which they were not. In the audience Iain and Callum heard a few beeps of
mobile phones.

"Great, boys. You look just great. But hold on a sec, ok?" Finn said.

They didn't need told twice.

"We have cousins. We have identical brothers. Let's have fraternal brothers
too – Michael and Toby Laws. Get up here, now." There was an
unmistakable edge to Finn's voice so there was no mistaking who had the
upper hand. Whoever Finn summoned up would come for sure – because he
told them to.

There was a bit of bustle as a seventeen year old boy, nearly eighteen
years old and 6ft 4 in height, stood up. He was closely followed by a
younger lad, on the cusp of seventeen if not already – either way their
mother had obviously wasted no time in conceiving a sibling.

"And brothers in law, therefore unrelated, as a control group." Finn
finished before Michael and Toby reached the stage. "Jason Ford. Brodie
McKellan."

Callum and Iain looked at each other. They both thought they must have
misheard but silently agreed they had not. They knew Jason was Finn's
younger brother in law, now they saw Brodie coming towards the stage, his
face masking his thoughts, he very much resembled Finn. Brodie was Finn's
seventeen year old brother, so Brodie was also Jason's step brother.

Now on stage were two naked cousins, two twins in boxers, two brothers in
uniform, two step brothers also in school ties... and a partridge in a pear
tree.



Finn's next instructions followed the usual pattern, "Ok, lads. Off with it
all then." Finn prompted.

There was an element of arrogance in Jason (as usual), Michael and Brodie
disrobed. They were all attractive lads with nothing to be embarrassed
about. Indeed, Toby too was cute – the youngest of them all – an
auburn haired guy with slight features and probably weighed nine stone when
soaking wet, if that.

Toby was certainly the most reticent and bashful of the three but was
spurred on by something. They were all spurred on by anonymous messages,
the content of which was enough to make stripping on stage preferable to
the information being released. Or so Callum inferred, though Jason was
just as likely to participate for the sheer fuck of it. So to speak.

A powerful funk of too much deodorant filled the air surrounding Callum,
Iain and the others as layers of school uniform were removed. From blazers
and ties to shoes and socks.

"This feels weird." Iain whispered to Callum.

"I know. I can't not look at them." Callum replied.

"We're going to the special hell." Iain said.

Callum smiled at their shared phrase. "Hush. First man I had sex with was
four years older than me."

"I can't not look at them." Iain replied.

Jason winked at Callum and Iain once all the boys were down to their
underwear. He nodded down, an incline to indicate their cocks which had
sprung back from semi-erection. Their cocks did not soften for long at any
given period but defiantly not now and defiantly now with what they knew
was coming next.

There was wolf whistles from the assembled masses who had watched
everything with a sense of fascination.

"Take off everything, boys." Finn demanded.

With trepidation, with excitement, with reluctance, with lust; all the boys
complied. Briefs and boxers were pushed down pale legs to skinny
ankles. Their cocks jumped into the view of more than an hundred observing
boys. Each stepped out of their underwear and within a moment the piles of
clothes vanished – leaving eight naked people on stage.



It would occur to Callum several times over the next hour or so that he and
Iain faced internal ridicule of fooling around with younger guys. But that
was kind of ok: legal, harmless and consensual as it was. On the other hand
the boys here had to go back to school.

The naked boys on stage who now faced their peers would have to face them
again, but forever would they be remembered for this. Callum imagined how
embarrassing it must be for each of the boys, knowing they would be
reminded of this by their classmates. Most boys in school, especially
all-boys schools, will have seen their classmates naked some time –
changing after sports or in the shower – but to be seen naked, aroused
and with your close relation must be... Callum tried to think of any word
other than humiliating.

Callum felt even harder the more he thought about it.

"Ok then. Everyone compare and contrast. Stand next to your cousin or
brother and give yourself a little wank. Or, even better, your confederate,
if you like." Finn suggested while tacitly commanding.

Jason wasted no time taking up this opportunity. Brodie was too stunned to
stop him at first and then too disinclined to stop him. Under Jason's grip
and rhythmic fist, Brodie's cock grew to an impressive seven inches at
least. Brodie was a tall boy with an impressively muscled abdomen that had
obviously taken a lot of work. Most likely Finn's tutelage out of hours
from the Symposium had contributed.

Jason had taken his own cock with his other hand but was encouraged as
Brodie gingerly reached out to grasp his thickening meat. Brodie had never
touched another man's cock, though he had been curious to do so. This
experience was strange for him, the feel of Jason's penis foreign but
pleasing. The vein's of Jason's cock beneath Brodie's palm and the `bump'
as his fist traversed the head of Jason's dick.

Jack and Craig, the twins, had obviously tried things out before –
defiantly with other boys and almost certainly with one another. There was
reticent but practiced technique there.  Both sprouted cocks that, where
they lacked in length, the made up for in girth.

The least assured of all were Michael and his younger brother Toby. Toby
looked so embarrassed to be naked that he might just die. He needn't feel
that way. He was skinny and light – a matchstick man - but his lithe
frame gave emphasis to a growing cock that was as big as big as Brodie's,
probably slightly bigger than his older brother's. Michael seemed to enjoy
the caress of another hand on his manhood, but his eyes were closed so
goodness only knew who he was thinking about.

"An incentive, boys." Finn called out. "The first couple to cum gets to
leave the stage."



The word `couple' was designed, Iain felt, to elicit embarrassment. It was
designed to emphasise the sexual liaison between partners who by rights
shouldn't be wanking each other off on stage. Iain gave Callum one look and
they silently agreed to make a poor effort on this task – to let one of
the embarrassed boys off first.

Michael and Toby stood hip to hip but made no moves to grasp one another's
dicks. Jack and Craig continued their practiced efforts to get one another
off quickly and Callum found the identical alabaster skinned boys
mesmerising. Callum knew in his heart that Jason would maximise theatrics
while minimising effectiveness. Jason like to be seen but would not want to
go out on the first round.

Indeed, it was not the similar cousins, the identical twins or the
brother's in law who came first in the end. In the end it was Michael and
his younger brother Tony who shot. Michael did not cum much and it did not
shoot far – perhaps he had drained a load or two already today. Toby, on
the other hand, sent virile firing to the edge of the stage. The skinny boy
was sweating and panting, his hand ached from pumping so fast and a blob of
cum smeared its way into the bush of pubes above his cock.

Finn was true to his word. The brothers moved off stage and were greeted
with the return of their clothing. Callum watched them pull up their
underwear out of shot of the audience but still within his sight. Bums and
cock's concealed once more, Callum returned his attention to Iain and the
other four naked lads who were still on the stage.

The six young men on the stage were exhilarated and sweating. Their skin
was shining under the lights and Callum noticed they were all a little more
relaxed now. All were still to cum but all had leaking erections –
Callum noticed even Brodie, reluctant at first to accept Jason man-handling
him, was bursting with excitement.

"Let's have a round of applause for Michael and Toby Laws." Finn called
out.

There was indeed a round of applause, cat-calls and teasing off-colour
remarks. Callum and Iain were relieved to be unable to pick out any
hostility. They would inevitably suffer some joshing back at school but the
attractive boys had nothing to be ashamed of in the performance department.

"Perhaps we should have another contest." Finn decided. "To see who should
be next to leave this demonstration."

They all knew where this was headed next.

"Oral sex can be very stimulating for a man." Finn began

"Surely you can't be serious." Brodie said, returning to his original
reluctance.

"I am serious," replied Jason, "And don't call me Shirley."



"I suggest roshambo do decide who scuffs their knees." Finn said helpfully.

The twins looked perplexed, "Rosham-"

"Rock-paper-scissors." Callum clarified.

Their three pairs decided quickly. Callum had no qualms about going down on
Iain, even with more than a hundred boys watching him do it. Of the twins,
Craig lost – he was less comfortable with the notion of performing the
duty in front of a live audience of his peers than Callum was but was,
never-the-less prepared. Brodie's rock lost him the match against Jason –
much to Jason's delight. And to Callum's surprise, Finn's brother made no
attempt to renege on the game.

Callum, Craig and Brodie dropped to their knees.

From his vantage point, Iain observed the three kneeling lads and over
their heads the ominously quiet audience who were rapt to the scene. Jack
and Jason followed Iain's lead, shifting positions slightly so they were in
profile to the mass of boys watching them – their cocks in maximum view
but so too the swallowing of them that was about to take place.

From his vantage point, Iain observed the three kneeling lads. Callum
casually reached up and squeezed Iain's bottom, pressing a finger
dangerously close to Iain's arse hole and causing his cock to throb with
delight. Craig mean while was eyeing his twin's dick, his eyes tracing it
from the head to the base of the shaft and up to Jack's belly button which
he gave an affectionate kiss. Brodie looked intimidated. Jason's cock must
have looked like a monster to a boy who, it was rapidly obvious, had never
fooled around with boys before. Or, at least, had never entertained the
idea of fooling around with his brother in law.

All ready, the three standing boys took the lead, pressing their cocks
towards their kneeling partners. Callum's mouth was slick with saliva and
Jack's cock was polished and shiny with pre-cum. As Jason pushed his cock
into Brodie's face, Brodie pursed his lips and stuck out his tongue,
licking the cock before him and swirling around it. He kissed Jason's dick,
then licked it and then sucked on the head. Only then did he allow Jason to
press more.

From the vantage point of the audience three mouth's were now invaded and
three cock-suckers would now prove their worth. They had the rapt attention
of everyone in the room. The naked lads on stage were so hot and glistening
that one could almost expect to see steam coming off them.

Callum enjoyed putting all his effort into not letting Iain cum, taking him
to the edge and then denying him the climax.

Brodie was making a really big effort and for a novice, he was doing a good
job. Iain could see the expression on Jason's face – tense with pleasure
and concentration. Jason was trying not to cum to prolong his experience
with Brodie. Iain wondered how long Jason had harboured feelings for his
brother in law, not that it mattered really. And to Brodie's credit, he had
not balked at anything thrown at him today. The tall, lean boy was naked on
his knees before a group of his peers and hadn't even sweated it –
metaphorically speaking.

Jack and Craig were something else to behold. Craig's mouth confidently
took Jack's penis; licking and sucking while Jack bucked his hips, pressing
and pulling at just the right moment. Jack face-fucked Craig without
aggression and without ulterior motivation so when Jack was the first to
cum, Iain was not surprised. The thrusting slowed and Craig eventually
removed his mouth from the sloppy organ, swallowing but also wiping his
mouth on his arm.



Finn spoke, "And the winners are..." he joked.

The others stopped, Brodie in particular was ready to revoke his
participation form this task.

"Craig, why don't you cum on the man of your choice?" Finn suggested.

With his cock ready to burst, just a few strokes and he spattered warm cum
all over Jason. Callum and Iain looked at one another, each wondering if
there was a reason for this. Perhaps some heretofore unmentioned enmity
between them? But Jason looked fine with it; perhaps instead it was just
the kind of joshing that happens between boys in school.

As the twins with limping but not-yet flaccid cocks made their way off the
stage, more clapping heralded the end of their parts.

"And then there was four," said Finn. "Perhaps we only need three for the
final demonstration? So whoever comes first may also exit stage left."

Callum caught a look on first Iain's face, disappointment that inevitable
final task of fucking Brodie would be denied him, and second on Brodie's
face, that he might just escape anal sex with a man.

So, as had been the case throughout all of this, Callum and Iain put on a
good show with no intent on success. Iain's heart too, just was not in
`winning' this round. The sight of Brodie - the kind of boy who would be
head boy (head prefect if you prefer a less pun-ny vernacular) of football
team captain in a crappy American T.V. show where twenty-something's play
eighteen year olds - wanking on stage must have been an awesome sight. At
least as awesome as watching him suck a guy off on stage.

Despite it all, it was several minutes before he came. The fluidy semen
leapt through the air and into the crowd, not that they minded. The final
pumps of his cock smudged cum into his pubes. His face was flushed and the
sweat dripping from everywhere streamed down his back, his bum and his
legs.

"Commiserations to the losers," Finn said ironically with a fraction of a
second longer pause before the word loser. "You should all congratulate
Brodie on his success."

Callum congratulated him first, kissing his mouth with a tongue and was
surprised a little that Brodie reciprocated. Iain also was treated to a
mutual tongue dance. When finally his brother in law stepped forwards,
Jason really went for it.

Jason wrapped his arms around Brodie's back and pressed his body against
him. Jason's cock was still had and found itself pressed then gently
squeezed and stoked by Brodie's hip as they stayed locked by the lips. As
they parted, Jason bent his legs just a little so his cock slipped under
Brodie's balls and just touched the bottom of Brodie's arse. Brodie looked
at Jason and smiled encouragingly, perhaps almost ruefully that he was not
going to go all the way.

But maybe the lads could get together another day. As long as it wasn't a
school night.



They all knew what was coming – the lads on stage and the audience
watching. Thus, it came as no surprise when Finn suggested they demonstrate
multiple penetration and they were proffered a condom. It was the first
time Finn had shown his face in... They weren't sure how long... How long
had they been naked on the stage?

Iain was surprised when Jason lay on his back on the hardwood floor – it
can't have been comfortable, but he didn't seem to mind.

Jason propped himself up on his elbows, "Why don't we demonstrate
imaginative positions?" he gently suggested smiling knowingly and
experientially until they cousins nodded. "Callum, get on your knees and
take my cock in your mouth," he said with such self-assured
arrogance. "I'll take your cock in mine. With your ass in the air, Iain can
fu- eh, demonstrate anal penetration."

Jason and Iain were soon top-to-tail and sucking each other while Iain
rolled on a condom. He was relieved to be the one pushing in as he had not
yet graduated to fucking. Iain was still working with a dildo and had not
yet been penetrated by a live cock. He didn't want to experience it live on
stage.

Callum and Jason were deep throating each other as Iain finally stepped
forward.

"Go ahead," Finn said for the benefit of everyone, "Go ahead and enter your
cousin."

Iain enjoyed this and so did Callum. The feeling as he pressed in, as his
head dilated Callum's anal sphincter. As the tight ring closed around his
cock and massaged his dick as he pushed in and pulled out. With so much
ongoing stimulus with hours of edging and cock teasing, Iain did not last
long. His cock erupted and the audience were in no doubt about it, his
grunts and pants became a low guttural roar as his balls were spent.

This was the opportunity Jason was looking forward to. He stopped sucking
Callum and suggested the change places. He stood up, bent over and asked
for Callum, several years his senior, to fuck him. Callum was so dazed and
sexed that he did not disagree. Condom on, he pushed in pumped his hips in
and out of Jason's ass. Jason was no virgin, of that Callum was certain,
but there was something unsavoury about looking out into the eyes of so
many boys while he fucked a boy of seventeen while giving him a reach
around. `Only five years older than him' seemed to matter when you were
twenty-two. But it didn't matter right now as his cock prepared to explode
hot cum.

Just then, Callum felt a sensation in his own ass as Iain began to kiss his
buttocks and work a tongue toward his clean and sensitive arse hole. He
gasped with delight and felt Jason's body nearly collapse as the boy
finally came, cum soaking the stage in front of him and coating Callum's
hand.

Callum too gave way to euphoria, cumming a moment later.

They each did their best to stand straight as the watching boys broke into
rapturous applause. The faced the watchers with long cock's limping
impressively. They were soaked with cum and sweat bowed to the audience as
if having performed The Merchant of Venice or something.

"That'll do, lads. That'll do." Finn said. Whether he was addressing the
performers of the crowed was not clear.



Jason seemed to be spirited away, but Callum saw him, fleetingly, pulling
on clothes again.

"I have to admit." Callum said to Iain.

"Yea, what?" he asked.

"I came so hard my balls hurt."

"Ditto."

The cousins laughed and sat at the edge of the stage, no longer
performing. The bustle of the boys preparing to return to their respective
schools was almost soothing, like an echo dying out little by little. Iain
and Callum had been called to bow and smile for the crowed a little longer
after their climax but had, in doing so, earned a short reprieve in which
to catch their breaths.

"I think..." Iain started to say, lowering his voice to a stage whisper, "I
think I might be ready for you to fuck me next time."

Callum was surprised as Iain had been not-ready for so many weeks now.

"I think I'll need a month for my balls to refill." Callum replied and they
both laughed until it hurt.

The spotted someone hovering in the wings, waiting for it to be ok to
approach. Callum and Iain were sat side-by-side and knee-touching-knee on a
bench at the side of the stage. The someone had entered the same door they
had when they first took to the stage.

"I didn't mean to interrupt." Mr Robbie Holt said.

"Not at all. Would you like to sit?" Iain asked.

Robbie seemed terrified by the idea. Perhaps intimidated by two gorgeous
naked men would be a better description of his expression.

"You were both very... Well it was really something." The teacher admitted.

"Mr Holt, is it?" Callum asked, offering his hand.

Mr Holt shook it, "Robbie, please." He said.

Even in shaking Callum's hand, Robbie seemed star struck.

"We'd have loved it if you joined us." Iain suggested.

Robbie laughed, "I think that would have made my place as a
teacher... untenable."

"I guess so." Callum agreed. "Maybe we could enjoy a private performance
someday?" Callum winked at Robbie, who blushed.

"Don't think my performance would be so impressive." Robbie admitted. "I
hold the world but as the world, A stage where every man must play a
part... And mine a sad one."

"Merchant of Venice."

"Huh?"

Callum and Iain respectively.

Callum and Robbie shared a moment of mutual understanding and for a moment
Callum wondered if Robbie might just be the kind of match that's had to
find.

Thus Callum continued by saying, "They say the world is a stage... But
obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines."

Robbie laughed and quickly finished, "Maybe that's why it's hard to tell if
we're living in a tragedy or a farce. We need more special effects and
dance numbers."

"Maybe we could go out some time?" Callum suggested, picking Robbie's phone
from his hand where he had been fidgeting with it and typing in his number.

When Robbie took his phone back he smiled, but it faltered. "Maybe." He
agreed, "But I think you'd have to stop having sex with other people."

Callum understood instantly what Robbie was saying and wasn't sure how to
answer. Robbie saved him by removing the necessity to provide an
explanation of why he exposes himself at work (for surely Robbie knew that
by now), pleases his clients and has sex with men and lads and his
cousin. Robbie simply he wandered off with a smile and a wave.

"Are we there yet?" Iain asked, breaking Callum's reverie.

"I think it's time to go, yes." Said Finn who had materialised from the
other side of the stage where Jason, Brodie, Lee and others were starting
to head for the exit to the hall.

Callum and Iain took one last look at the hall where so much had
happened. Where so many had watched them and that now was as empty as a
politicians promise.

"We all have our entrances and our exits." Finn said, giving Callum a wink.

Had he heard the conversation between him and Robbie?

Callum gave a wan smile, "And how many more parts do we have to play?"

Finn didn't answer, rather he looked from Callum to Iain and back again
then pointed to the exit with his hand.

They took the corridor back to the main corridor that ran along the front
of the assembly hall. At the far end there was still a cabal of boys from
many schools loitering to get out of the school and back to their own
schools.

Mr Artino was waiting outside his office. "That was quite a demonstration,
gentlemen. And I think we all learned something about ourselves in the
process."

"Glad you enjoyed it." Callum said, not entirely sincerely – he didn't
want to give Finn or the teacher the impression he was willing to
capitulate to just anything at anytime.

"What did you learn?" Iain asked Mr Artino.

"I learned that boys never stop learning. Whether they're teen or
thirty-three year old teachers, one can always find new ways to be engaged
in leaning."

Smarmy prick.

"Did you learn anything, Iain?" Mr Artino asked.

"I learned life's for the living, so live it or you're better off dead."

Callum smiled at that. He appreciated Iain's ability to look at things so
simply. While Callum would worry about his life and where it was going,
worry about the next time, worry about his chances with Robbie, Iain would
look at this day and think about himself.

That makes Iain sound awfully egocentric.

 Callum wished he could be more egotistical sometimes.

"You guys should get off home." Mr Artino concluded.

Finn led the way to the main entrance of the school. They were still
totally naked of course but the sweat had dried and so had the cum. And
they had had their trainers returned.

"Sadly, your clothes are nowhere to be seen." Barry had informed them with
a nudge to Lee's arm.

The entrance was no longer alive with commotion as the boys had left and
were now clear across the school grounds.

Neither Callum nor Iain balked at the thought of walking naked outside. In
broad daylight. On private school grounds of an all-boys school. Perhaps
Callum was less consumed by convention and propriety than he thought.

They all climbed back into Finn's car and buckled up. They were grateful he
drove a land rover that sat high above the other cars so at least their
cocks would be missed by most vehicles.

"I think you boys have earned an early day." Finn said. "I'll take you both
home, shall I?"

It was late in the afternoon; the sun was already falling and turning day
to night. Callum rested his head on Iain's shoulder, which Finn watched in
the rear-view mirror. He smiled at them, it was rather sweet and he wished
he could take a picture. He smiled too at the thought of Mr Douglas's
delight when he watched the recording or their performance.





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