Lost in School
by David Heulfryn

 

The alarm blasted and jolted the brothers awake. Max groaned and pulled his hard cock from between Finn’s buttocks.

Finn sighed as he felt his brother pull away and climb over him. Max stood over Finn and told him to get up. Finn groaned, threw the duvet back, and sat on the edge of the bed. His cock was hard. He felt the bedsheet.

“Hey, Max. No wet dream last night.” Finn tugged on his cock.

Max raised his arms, exasperated. “Yeah, right.”

“What do you mean?” Finn was confused.

“You definitely had a wet dream last night, Min. You woke me up just before you came, and I only just managed to catch it in a tissue.”

“Oh,” Finn was apologetic. “Sorry about that. I didn’t realise.”

“Well, I didn’t want you to get in trouble with Mum.”

“Thanks, Max.”

“But be warned, Mum woke up as I cleared up, so she knows. I told her you came before you went to sleep, but it didn’t stop you from having a wet dream.”

Lily and Owen didn’t say anything to Finn that morning but were concerned about the number of nocturnal emissions he was having. When the brothers left for school, Lily raised her concerns with Owen.

“It’s only been the last two nights. I don’t think we need to start worrying yet.” Owen said. “I never had that many wet dreams at his age. I can only remember having a few. But let’s leave it a month. His body is still maturing. Perhaps his balls are catching up, and Finn hasn’t started masturbating enough.”

Lily agreed she would leave it a month, but she would speak with a doctor about it if it continued much after that.

 

As the brothers reached the school gates, Finn saw Adam and Scott. They smiled when they saw him, and Finn left Max to join his new friends.

Max looked around, trying to find Neil, his student guide for the week. He couldn’t see him. Max waited where he had been the last few days. He became concerned when the bell rang, and he hadn’t appeared.

Max went to his tutor room for morning registration and found Neil sitting at the back of the class, not in the usual place they both sat. He was surrounded by a group of friends. Max sat next to him.

As Max approached Neil, the group laughed.

“You sit at the front.” Neil glared at Max and then turned back to his friends.

Max skulked to his seat and sat alone. He didn’t know what the hell was going on. Neil had basically shunned him.

The form teacher entered the classroom, and the students went quiet. The man sat at his desk and took the register, clocking every student. He noticed Max sitting alone but thought nothing of it.

When the bell rang to tell the students to make their way to their first lesson, Max approached Neil.

“Is everything alright, Neil?” Max asked, “I was hoping you could help later with some maths homework we got yesterday.”

“Sorry, I’m busy. I’m hanging out with my mates.”

“Well, I could hang with you.” Max felt uncomfortable.

“I don’t need a dork as a mate.” Neil and his friends left Max stunned. “I was forced into this. I’ve stuck it out for three days. I’m sure a big boy like you can cope for two days without me holding your hand.”

He didn’t know whether he was angry or upset. His mind oscillated between the two. The rest of the class filed past him, and he was left standing alone in the middle of the classroom.

The teacher raised his head from whatever papers he was looking at. “You’d better get to class, Max.”

Max didn’t know where to go. His first lesson was history; all he had was a room number.

“Where’s room 112, Sir?” Max looked at his uninterested form tutor.

“Down the corridor on the right.” He huffed.

Soon a class was pouring into the room, and Max shuffled out. He turned right and walked down the corridor. He looked at each classroom as he walked past the students hurrying to their lessons. He tried to see someone from his class, but couldn’t recognise any students.

It seemed as if someone had clicked their fingers, and all the students disappeared into their classes. Only Max was left standing in the middle of the corridor. He didn’t know what to do.

He looked at his lesson plan as if it would give him inspiration about where to go, but it was just a list of subjects and room numbers. “Why don’t they give us maps,” Max sighed.

He heard the faint sounds of hard-soled shoes against the polished wooden floor of the corridors. The clicking got louder, and Mr Price appeared. He saw Max looking lost and wasn’t pleased.

“Max Fletcher, what are you doing out of class?” His voice echoed in the corridor.

“I’m lost, Sir. I’m trying to find room 112. I have a history lesson now.” Max said meekly.

“Where’s your student guide?”

Max was nervous. What could he say? That he’d been dumped by Neil and left to fend for himself. But if he told the truth, Neil would get in trouble, making things worse between them. Instead, he tried to cover for him.

“We got separated in the crowd. I’m sorry, Sir.”

Mr Price turned on his heels, “Follow me,” he instructed.

Max walked behind Mr Price. He was still nervous. He didn’t watch where he was going. His eyes were downcast, looking at the back of Mr Price’s shiny patent leather shoes.

They reached room 112, and Mr Price barged in without knocking. “Sorry to disturb you, Mr Lawrence, but I have one of your students here.”

Max stood next to the headmaster. He daren’t look anyone in the eye.

“I was wondering where Max was.” Mr Lawrence was an old man. He looked near retirement.

“Neil Wilson! Come here!” The headmaster looked at the boy, and Neil tried to look innocent as he came to the front of the class. “Explain yourself.” The headmaster demanded.

“It’s not my fault, Sir. He just ran off without me. I just assumed he knew where he was going.”

Mr Price looked at Max, “Why did you run off?”

Max stuttered, “I… I… Neil was with his friends, and we got separated.”

“No, Max. Neil said you ran off.” Mr Price knew he wouldn’t get the truth from Neil, so he pressured Max.

“I started going to class. I thought he was behind me.” Max said.

“But you had no idea where to go.” Mr Price grinned menacingly and looked between the two boys. “I’ve had enough of this. Neil, you should know better. Max, I don’t like being lied to. I don’t care what happened. You will both come to see me at lunchtime, straight after class.”

“Yes, Sir.” Both boys mumbled.

“In the meantime, take off your uniform and give it to Mr Lawrence.”

Max shuddered, “But I’ve done nothing wrong, Sir.” Max argued.

“Strip!” Mr Price looked him in the eye.

Max didn’t argue anymore and took off his uniform. He was down to his white briefs and paused. He looked at Neil, who stood stark, bollock naked, his hands behind his back. He quickly pulled down his briefs and stood naked in front of the class.

Mr Price pointed at Neil. “Make sure you and Max are outside my office at twelve sharp. If you are there and Max is late, I will not blame Max but take an extra piece out of your backside. Now sit down.”

Neil went back to his mates.

“Where do you think you are going, Mr Wilson?” Neil turned to look at the headmaster. “As part of Max’s induction, you are to sit with him all week and guide him around the campus.”

Neil skulked to the empty desk. Max joined him. The two naked boys sat together. Max didn’t look at Neil. He could feel the animosity emanating from him.

 

Finn got home around eight o’clock that evening after going back to Adam’s house. Scott was there, but they didn’t feel like having any fun after what happened in the afternoon.

As Finn gently closed the front door, he started removing his clothes. Lily called him into the front room and asked him what was wrong with his brother. He seemed down. Finn feigned ignorance, but Lily didn’t believe him. Something was wrong with Finn as well. He wasn’t his usual exuberant self. Softly closing the door told Lily that. Finn always announced he was home with a slam of the door.

“I’ll talk to him, Mum. While we’re in bed tonight.”

Finn found Max curled up on his bed. His eyes were puffy, and he wore an old t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Finn sat on the edge of his bed. He didn’t know what to say.

“I told Mum we were going to bed. Will you come and brush your teeth with me?”

Max got up, took his clothes off and threw them on the floor. He followed Finn into the bathroom, and they brushed their teeth in solemn silence. Max rinsed and spat and went back into the bedroom. Finn watched as Max shuffled along the carpet. He looked at the red marks on his buttocks and felt sorry for him.

Max was in his bed, lying on his side and facing the wall. Finn slipped beside him, spooning him and wrapping his arms around him. Max lay still for a few moments before he started shaking, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

Finn stroked his hair, trying to reassure him, “It’s alright, Max. It’s over now. I know it wasn’t fair. I know it was all Neil’s fault, and you were just trying to stop the situation from getting worse. It was unfair the headmaster took it out on you.”

Max was crying. He’d been humiliated at school. Having to spend the day naked didn’t bother him as much as he thought it would. But at lunchtime, the headmaster paraded him and Neil into the lunchroom. Both boys were caned in front of the entire school. Once Finn realised what would happen to his brother, he closed his eyes. He couldn’t look. But he heard Max’s grunts as each stroke connected with his buttocks.

Adam didn’t watch either. He held Finn’s hand. He squeezed it and said he was sorry. Finn wiped a tear from his eye. Scott sat in silence, watching Adam comfort Finn.

The caning was over, and Finn looked at the stage. Max was gone. He looked around, but he couldn’t find him. He started to worry and saw Neil rush out of the lunchroom calling after Max.

Finn didn’t see Max for the rest of the day. He waited by the school gates with Adam and Scott. They were waiting for Max. He strolled out, back in his uniform, his head hung low. He didn’t notice Finn waiting for him. Finn called, and Max hugged Finn, crying on his shoulder. Finn asked if he wanted to come home with him, but Max insisted he wanted to be alone. He would be better able to control himself if Finn wasn’t around.

Now they were in bed together, Finn holding his older brother. Max felt he didn’t need to hold back and simply cried. Finn said nothing. He just held his brother, occasionally stroking his hair while Max got it out of his system.

Max cried for twenty minutes until he could cry no more. He was tired and over-emotional. “I love you, Min.” Max sniffed.

“I love you, Max.” Finn stroked his hair until he heard Max breathing. He knew those breaths meant he had fallen asleep.

Finn released a single tear and fell asleep with his head on Max’s shoulder.

 

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