Rule #4
Show respect and courtesy towards fellow students by listening actively, communicating respectfully, and considering others' perspectives.
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All I had to do was wait patiently for the boys to come to me. I knew they'd have no choice but to do whatever I wanted to get this photo.
Looking at the polaroid in my hands... well I had to give them props, especially little Isaac -- I didn't know the kid had it in him -- the photo was HOT. The kid with perfect coppery skin and black hair, dripped with beads of sweat in the photo, his head leaned against the fit curly-haired boy -- pretty sure that one was named Alaister.
Both of their cocks were still way hard in the photo and tipped with excess cum stain; across from them but not blocking the BEST part of the photo, was brown-haired golden eyes, glancing back and meeting the camera with his blazing gaze. And then on his knees, ass out between the three kinky little shits, dripping with outrageous amounts of their inexperienced cream... was my dirty little step brother.
Isaac.
Man he was small, dressed in nothing but his birthday suit. In the photo you could only see his shaved back cut and the frame of his nose, mouth, and eyes. You couldn't see the front of his stupid -- finally growing out! -- bowl cut from one of the maids most recently doing his hair. And there? Shocking the hell out of me? An actual fucking sex toy sticking out of the 18-year-olds fat ass. The lines of his pucker were obvious around the flesh of the ass-capper.
I wondered if anyone had pumped my step-bro with their juices before feeding that thing into him.
Knock! Knock! sounded on the door of my private dorm; my partners in crime rolled over in my bed that they were sharing, groaning as they hurried up and slipped into clothing. Looking over my shoulder I watched as Clark's flaccid cock slluuuurrrrped out of Dom's gaping ass hole and the mess leaked out all over my sheets.
"Sorry." Dom smirked, brushing back his bristling army haircut and grinning tiredly at me. His sweaty ebony abs looked great in the dim lighting of just the bedside lamp.
"You're cleaning that shit up." I sighed.
It had been kind of cute how they'd fallen asleep curled like that after Clark finished rutting his lover; in an armchair across from them the fourth member of our little 'team' -- really just buddies who had already been hanging out before we discovered what was going on in the teen's dorm below -- he uncurled from his chair and jumped up to join me at the bedroom door.
Knock! Knock! Came again.
'Right on time.' I thought; once Clark and Dom were dressed, I opened the door to my spacious residence and welcomed the newcomers. The light framed two figures waiting in the hallway, my new buddy-bro-step-sibling in his nerdy thick rimmed glasses... and surprisingly one of the guys who hadn't featured in my little 'smut shot' of the group. Both disappointing and a little intriguing.
I'd seen this one around campus sometimes, but even more often I'd noticed him out on the beach: 'Moss?' I think the other kids called him. He was nearly the opposite of Isaac, almost double the boy's height with long arms and even longer legs; his spiked hair was dyed robin-egg blue. Hanging low over his frame he wore a baggy black sweatshirt with dangling string tassels; it reached so far toward his knees that it almost looked like Moss wasn't wearing any other clothing; when he shifted though I caught sight of the sports shorts beneath. In his right ear he had two silver stud piercings.
"Isaac told me what you did." Moss challenged; but the photo evidence was already gripped matter-of-factly in my hand.
Something alluring about having fresh meat for our trap. Clark grinned and nudged me in the ribs, eyeballing Moss and nodding approvingly.
Me though? I couldn't take my eyes off of little Isaac.
"You surprised me tonight, kid." I told him.
Isaac looked petrified out in the hallway, his quickly thrown on sweatpants and tight brown pullover trembling a little on his small frame. His pink toes were sockless in white flipflops; for a cock-bulging second, I wondered if he still had the anal plug in...
"Please." He pleaded simply, the little word turning me on so badly my balls hurt.
"Please, what?" I dared him.
"Dallas, please." Behind those stupid annoying little glasses his spring green eyes widened to their edges, "Dal... you know if you show that photo to your dad, we'll both get our asses kicked out of here."
"Maybe I'll get your pervy friends kicked out too." I teased, really laying into the guy and then flipping the picture around so he saw exactly how damning my evidence was.
Clearly not liking his friend getting pushed around, Moss moved in front of Isaac -- his defensiveness and chest raise, balled up fists and clenched jaw, well... it only made me want to dominate them that much more. So fucking hot... Isaac had chosen really good friends.
"What do you want jerk-face." Moss growled.
"Come on Dal." Dom complained over my other shoulder.
"Give us the photo now or our voices are going to wake the counselors." Out of sight Isaac threatened in his best strong-man voice.
That tone had used to frustrate me back home, especially when his mom, my step-mom, would step in and make me apologize to the little twerp. Even then it had never been aggressive or mean though... I could tell that through all his insecurities and periodic fake bravado, he WANTED to be submissive; little twink liked it.
I wasn't worried by his threat; by unspoken rule the counselors never checked in on the senior dorms. We were allowed so much liberty, me especially.
"Is this gonna take all night?" Complained my last buddy and fourth of our group -- we'd all been roommates together during our freshman year -- he was a tall Venezuelan kid with a handsome Spanish accent and coiling strings of long black hair that always smelled like coconut oil. Like Moss here, he had piercings in his ears, little gold ones on both lobes. We all called him 'Yuse', full name: Yusmairobis. His parents must have had a terrible sense of humor; he'd lost them both when he was young though, so no figuring out much about his naming.
"Yuse is right." I agreed, pushing Moss out of my way and heading out of the room.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going!" Moss complained as I brushed past Isaac, glowering down at little step-bro as I did.
"Come follow us and find out." I ordered over my shoulder.
"Seriously guys." Clark added in a more understanding voice, "It would be a good idea to shut the hell up and come with us if you ever want that photo."
Sneaking through the school this late at night? Or early in the morning, whatever you wanted to call it, was one of our favorite past times. We'd grown more bold our junior semester on Abstinere Island and me, the two heart-throbs Dom and Clark, and Yuse had all started exploring the school and the island at insane hours of the night. We'd found a lot of secret places and had a lot of kinky first-time fun; I was proud the tradition of having that kind of fun was clearly living on inside the school. Clutched in my hand was photo evidence of that.
We'd first heard what we thought were sex noises at 2 in the morning, but it had been Clarks genius idea to lower a hand mirror on a stick down through my dorm window and angle it facing into the room below. We'd caught the beginnings of all the hot action and watched clear up until the hairy white kid bust his nut all over my step-brothers fat ass.
"Quick!" I'd shouted to the others at the time, "Grab me my camera!" Knowing I only had a few more glorious minutes to catch the freshmen in the act; bonus points that this would finally give me leverage over little Isaac.
Clark and Dom didn't join me in my sprint to take the damning polaroid -- they had started arguing about something stupid. How Clark had climbed down maybe? into the boys dorm below us, using my window to get there; and how he'd planted something in their room. Either way, when I made it back upstairs with the evidence, they must have made up because they were laying in MY BED and Clark was gripping Dom around the neck and thrusting into him from behind.
Inconsiderate perves.
The stairwells were the quietest route to travel so I led the group around the upper floor and to the most western exit; you had to force the stiff knob to get the door open, but I'd learned that secret long ago. The old mansion, now turned into a school hundreds of years later, revealed a tight spiral wooden staircase with a metal rod through its center all the way up to us on the top floor. Well... there was an attic... but this was the highest you could go without breaking in somewhere.
"I didn't know this was here." Moss breathed, sounding impressed rather than frustrated. Dom closed the door quietly behind our little night party.
"There's so much you guys are going to learn about this school." I promised.
We started spiraling down.
"I already learned that you're an ass hole." Moss stated, "Go ahead and check that one off the list."
Isaac chuckled, but I wasn't mad. They had no idea what was coming to them... and even though I was sure they'd both enjoy the hell out of it... it would cement this fact: we were here first and we were in charge.
"Too bad your friend Finn didn't come." Clark complained, "Talk about blue balls."
"Blue balls?" Moss's voice sounded very concerned like he was catching on, "What exactly are you guys going to do to us?"
We ignored the kid.
I let Isaac brush past in front of me and then I reached out and gripped his left shoulder HARD. "Ow!" He complained.
