James stank. He had just returned from five hours of cleaning out sewer muck at the edge of campus. And he didn't even know why he was punished. I swear the teachers are just giving me punishments for no reasons now, he thought angrily to himself. Then again, maybe if he hadn't gotten so good at punishment laps, he wouldn't have had to do a filthy job like that.
So it was with a grumpy sigh that he opened his room door, stripping off his wet, stinking clothes. He stood in the middle of his room, gazing at himself in the mirror wearing just his boxers. He grinned widely. The years of hard exercise at cherub had done him good. And he couldn't help but check himself out as he took in his heavily muscled arms and solid chest.
His vain session in front of the mirror had cheered him up slightly and smiling to himself he peeled of his boxers and climbed into his shower. Lifting a tired hand he switched on the shower, raising his head to face the jet of water that would soon come out. Nothing happened.
10 seconds passed. Nothing. James pressed the on button again. Nothing happened.
30 seconds passed. Angry now, he punched the on button. Groaning loudly when nothing happened. Shit, he thought.
He could always wait until the morning and try again, but he did reek. And the thought of lying in sewage muck for nine hours didn't appeal to him in the slightest. Dragging his feet he moved into the bedroom again and gazed up at the clock. It was almost half 1. Damn. That meant that Lauren would be asleep, so that ruled out using her shower. Bruce would be curled up with his little teddy as well. And Kerry would kill him if she found him naked in her bathroom… so that left… Kyle. James felt his tummy lurch at the thought of him, he had been thinking strange things about Kyle for a while now, and so had stayed away from him for the past few weeks. But Kyle would likely be awake at this time….
Before James could change his mind, he grabbed his towel and, wrapping it around his waist, journeyed out into the corridor and across the carpet to Kyle's room. Fortunately the door wasn't locked. Quietly, James pushed the door open, being careful not to drip any sewage water on the carpet as he did. The light wasn't on. Shit once again, James thought. He popped his head fully round the door to make sure that Kyle wasn't at his desk reading or something, but he was out of luck. The tall boy was wrapped up in his duvet, fast asleep in boxers and a t-shirt. James smiled when he saw him this way, splayed out across the mattress, his face clear and happy. I wonder what he's dreaming about, he thought.
Shaking himself from his thinking, James crept into Kyles bathroom and pulled the door closed, he didn't shut it however because the click might wake the sleeping teenager next-door. James fumbled around for the light switch for a moment but found it eventually, he was shocked however when his flicked the switch and saw just how tidy and clean the bathroom was. Everything was scrubbed and bleached until it shone and James couldn't see any dirt in the corners, much unlike his own bathroom. He blinked. Then realizing that the light may have woken Kyle he waited for a moment, listening silently for the tell-tale sound of someone getting up from bed. But there was nothing. James let out a breath that he hadn't realized he was even holding.
Dropping the towel, James made his way over to the shower, climbing in and turning the water on. He switched it to a low power setting in the hope that it would make less noise, but he was still surprised how much noise the water made in the silent bathroom. Once again he pricked his ears up for the sound of Kyle waking, but he heard nothing. Relaxing at last, he let himself sink into the hot water spurting from the shower head. He looked around and grabbing a bar of soap on a small shelf, began to wash the stench of sewer off his skin.
After several minutes he was clean and fresh once again, and putting the bar of soap back onto the shelf he slid his hand down his belly, until he felt the top of his pubic hair. He smiled to himself. Closing his eyes he began to touch himself. Pumping his penis slowly, he brought a memory to his mind of the first time he had touched Kerry's boobs, but he found that it gave him no pleasure to think of her… Puzzled, he stopped his masturbating and thought long and hard. Normally the thought of Kerry's boobs would set him off with a click of his fingers. So what was going on now?
Thinking hard James faced the water coming out of the shower and closed his eyes. Was there something wrong with him? Should he end it with Kerry? Suddenly without willing it, a memory surged into his head. Kyle, half naked in the changing room, smiling at him. James felt himself stiffen. Again and again he drew up the image of Kyle's muscles chest, the smoothness of his jaw and the bulge of his boxers. Once again James hand slipped to his erection, holding the image in his head for as long as possible. He began pumping up and down again, but this time he imagined Kyles mouth there. James sped up, leaning with one hand again the shower wall and letting the other do the work.
"Uhhh….uhhh….Thats it Kyle. Uhhhh, KYLE. KYLE. KYLE!"