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* * * * *Chapter 11
Nolan Pierce
Friday evening had arrived, and I was looking forward to the weekend,
although before I could let loose, I had to help Lukas Weiss move.
Jamie had moved Jas in with his old roommate Jordan after Jas ratted
out Theo, which necessitated moving Lukas in with Theo. I’d switched my
foreign language from Spanish to German after bombing the Spanish
placement exam, and since I’d apparently failed to learn any Spanish
after three years of it in middle school, I decided I needed all the
help I could get. Lukas was from Berlin, and offered to tutor me if I
helped him lug all his stuff down the hall. Oddly, Jas seemed to think
that I either didn’t realize it was him or could be won back into his
good graces with the offer of tutoring in geology.
“I’m really great at geology. I went to science camp when I was a kid and…”
“Thanks, but I have the study group Ellery assigned me. Where I really need help is German.”
“Man lernt eine neue Sprache besser durch Sprechen als durch das
Studium eines Lehrbuchs,” Lukas said, and I looked at him hopelessly.
“See, I have no idea what the fuck you just said.” Jas winced a little
when I said ‘fuck.’ I had quickly realized that he was offended by
cursing but just self-aware enough not to scold me for it, so I’d been
cursing around him every chance I got. Jamie had given us very strict
instructions not to bully Jas, much to Theo’s annoyance, but Jas would
never be able to prove that I was cursing more than I did ordinarily.
“You learn a new language better by speaking it than studying from a
textbook – and it will give me a chance not to have to speak English.”
Be that as it may, we decided to start studying the old fashioned way,
with flashcards. After about an hour of ‘Wie heißt du?,’ ‘Es geht mir
gut,’ and ‘Ich verstehe nicht’ (that was one I saw myself having plenty
of opportunities to use in class), Ashton knocked on the door to tell
us that everyone was going to the dining hall for dinner.
I
grabbed a plate of chicken parm and sat down across from Owen. He’d
changed into flip-flops after class, and slid them off under the table,
rubbing his bare feet over the tops of my New Balances. I kind of
wished I’d worn flip-flops, too. I bolted down my chicken parm, and
then the two of us walked hand in hand back to the dorm. We’d agreed
that I’d try giving him a blow job.
Owen sat down on his bed,
with his legs dangling off the side. I knelt in front of him and began
kissing the tops of his feet, sucking his toes, and licking his soles
while he took off his shirt and belt. Then he unbuttoned his shorts,
and I stood up while he slid them off.
“You might want to take your shirt off,” he suggested, “so I don’t get cum on it.”
“I’ll just get naked.” I left my clothes, shoes and socks included, in
a pile on the floor and my glasses on the bedside table before kneeling
down again, taking as much of I could of his seven-inch cock in my
mouth, until I gagged and coughed.
“You’re doing good,” Owen
assured me, “just get as much of it as you feel comfortable with in
your mouth and work on it with your tongue.”
I did as he said and kept going until we heard a knock on the door.
“Who is it?” Owen asked.
“Henry,” His roommate answered.
“Come on in.”
The door opened, and I looked up to see Henry standing with Ashton,
Noah, Finn, Dylan, and Marcus right behind him. “We were going to see
if you wanted to watch the movie on the lawn.”
“I think I found a better show,” Dylan said.
“Nolan, do you mind if these guys watch?” Owen asked me.
“No.” In fact, the audience only made me more turned on, and I began to
stroke my own cock while I sucked Owen’s. From the sounds he was
making, I could tell that he was enjoying it.
“Oohhh…. I’m about to cum.”
I pulled off and let Owen shoot his load on my face. I licked a bit off
my lips and was surprised at how much I liked the taste. I stood up and
finished myself off, blasting a hot load onto Owen’s face as he looked
up at me with those big brown eyes.
“I think we both need a shower,” he remarked.
“So do the rest of us,” Dylan joked. The other guys either had massive
tents in their pants or had already taken them off. They removed the
remainder of their clothes, and we all left them in Owen and Henry’s
room and went to the showers.
By this point, group showers
had become something of a bonding ritual, and we were all totally
unselfconscious. Finn and Dylan masturbated each other while Owen and I
washed each other, and the others took care of themselves.
No
one wanted to get dressed to go to the movie screening the student
council was presenting on the lawn, so we had our own movie night in
the dorm, cuddling up together on the couch to watch Theo’s DVD of Fight Club. I
enjoyed the movie, but not as much as I enjoyed Owen’s arm around my
shoulder. After the movie ended we stayed up talking until well after
midnight, when Jamie and his girlfriend came in drunk from some party.
I didn’t bother changing into my pajamas, since I was going to have to
get naked the next morning anyway. I found that I actually enjoyed
sleeping naked and decided that I was going to keep doing it until it
got cold.
I set an alarm for 8:30 the next morning and
showered before joining Theo and Asher in Ms. Hodes apartment. The
routine was the exact same as last time, except that her daughters were
less shy about teasing us and that she ordered me to take the trash out
to the dumpsters. I walked as quickly as possible, a little worried
about broken glass and my bare feet, but was stopped by a cheer from
Finn, who was on the balcony smoking a cigarette. I looked up and waved
at him before going back in to finish my assigned chores.
Once
Ms. Hodes had finally dismissed us, we started going upstairs but ran
into two of the boys living on the first floor on the stairwell.
“You must be those kids who got caught doing the Freshman 500,” one of them said.
“You heard?”
“Rumors spread around this campus like crazy. I’m Luca by the way, Luca Morretti, and this is my roommate Tristan.”
“Nolan.” I shook his hand, and Theo and Asher both introduced themselves.
“So, where are you guys from originally?”
“North Carolina,” I answered.
“New Jersey,” Theo added. It turned out that Luca was from New Jersey
too, and they spent several minutes talking about their hometowns while
Asher and I listened. Even though I was quite used to being seen naked
by now and I’m sure they were, too, it was a little awkward being naked
in front of too fully clothed kids I had never met before – not nearly
as bad as getting ogled by the Ferris sisters.
After the
conversation petered out, we finally made it back upstairs to join the
officially scheduled dorm cleanup. We stayed naked, which seemed to
irritate Jas and amuse Finn. He and Noah left as soon as we were
finished for some sort of hiking trip the outdoor club was organizing,
and I finally dressed to join the others for lunch. It was noon and we
had gotten back from dinner around eight, which meant that I had spent
over twelve hours completely naked. I wore flip-flops this time, and
Owen and I played footsie and lingered over our grilled chicken
sandwiches.
It was arousing, but I didn’t make time for a
repeat of the previous night’s performance. Since my evening was going
to be shot thanks to detention, I decided to get ahead on homework –
three chapters and an essay on To Kill a Mockingbird, a
geometry problem set (I actually could have used Jas’ help with that,
but there was no way I was going to ask him), an essay on the role of
geography in the development of Egyptian civilization, and a monologue
we were expected to rehearse and be prepared to present in drama class
on Monday.
Lindsey came over to rehearse the monologues with
us, and her roommate Molly came with her to watch. Actually, I think
Molly was hoping to watch some naked boys, but everyone was dressed by
the time they came over. Lindsay and I both went with Shakespearean
standbys for our monologues. I picked the St. Crispin’s Day speech from
Henry V, and Lindsey did one of Viola’s monologues from Twelfth Night. Owen was a little more daring, selecting a scene from Rent. We all got kind of into it and kept rehearsing until it was time for dinner.
After dinner, I hung out in the common room until it was time to leave
for detention. Finn and Noah had heard about a party on their hiking
trip and were trying to get a group from our floor to go. I felt a
little annoyed that I couldn’t, which I suppose is the point of
detention, but since I didn’t think I had done anything wrong, that did
little to cheer me up.
We left at around a quarter to 9:00,
along with Henry Langston, who was planning to try out. We were met at
the pool by a senior who introduced himself as Julian Vance, the team
captain. Once we’d explained who we were, he took Theo, Asher, and I
aside and sent Henry to join the other freshmen trying out, handing out
stop watches and telling us how to use them.
One of the other
seniors, Miles Harkness gave a ‘pep talk,’ although it sounded more
like the speeches Marine Corps drill sergeants give in the movies, all
about how they were a bunch of faggots and he was going to whip them
into shape – the whole thing reaffirmed my decision not to go out for
any sports. Miles concluded the speech with this:
“You babies aren’t fit to wear the Wilson colors yet, so you’ll be practicing without suits. Now strip and get in the pool!”
Intimidated, the freshmen all did as he commanded. I had to chuckle at
the irony. For being naked, the Conduct Council had sentenced us to
look at other kids naked. As far as I was concerned, that was no
punishment at all.
Chapter 12
Haley Ferris
The public school started a week after Wilson, so all the Wilsonites
were well-established in their routines by the time I had to get to
school, and of course I was running late the first day. I scarfed down
some breakfast and dressed quickly in a band t-shirt and jeans, but
made sure to put the USB drive in my backpack. I walked briskly past
the Wilson students, who completely ignored me. It was obvious that I
wasn’t one of them. My Good Charlotte t-shirt and Converses stood out
like a sore thumb in a sea of Land’s End blouses and Sperrys.
I got to the front gate just as the bus was pulling up. I was the only
kid getting on for the high school. There were a few elementary and
middle school kids, but if you were a faculty kid at Wilson, you were
expected to attend Wilson for high school. Tuition was free, and the
admissions standards were way lower. You had to be a total fuck-up not
to get in.
It was the first day of school, so bus expectations
for the new freshmen hadn’t been set yet. An Asian girl with green hair
sat next to me.
“I’m Riss.”
“Haley. Nice hair.”
“Thanks, I was going for blue.”
“Bummer.”
“So, you…live at the Wilson School?”
“My mom’s a teacher there.”
“Oh, cool, so are you friends with a lot of boarding school students?”
“Ew, God no. They’re all a bunch of weird preppy fucks who have, like,
gay orgies in the showers and run around the quad naked and join secret
societies where they give blow jobs to the alumni.”
“Oh.” Riss stared straight ahead and didn’t say anything more for the rest of the ride.
The bus dropped us off with about 5 minutes to spare until the tardy
bell rang. I found my first class of the day, English, and slumped into
a chair in the back. As the teacher was handing out textbooks, Simone
poked me in the back.
“Do you have it?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll show you at lunch.”
“Do you have any girls this time?” Jordie asked snarkily.
“No, but I’ve got a surprise that will interest you.”
At lunch, we all got our food as quickly as possible and crowded around
a station in the back of the computer lab – me, Simone, Jordie, Kendra,
Dylan, and Ty. I plugged in the USB port and brought up the first set
of pictures. I had taken them from my window during the Freshmen 500.
“Keep scrolling,” Dylan muttered until we came to a picture of a girls’ hall, “okay, send me that one.”
“I want the one with the tall uncut boy,” Kendra said. We went through
the rest of the pictures, and the others told me which ones they
wanted. Dylan would take the USB drive and arrange for copies to be
sent to all our emails. He had figured out a way to do it so we
couldn’t get caught by the school network.
“Ok, what’s the surprise?” Jordie asked.
“This.” I made sure the volume was turned off, and played the video I had taken with my webcam of Nolan cleaning my room.
“Holy shit!” Simone muttered. “Do they all clean their rooms naked.”
“That’s my room.”
“How’d you swing that?”
“Mom caught three of the boys streaking and she’s making them clean our apartment naked as punishment.”
“The school makes kids go naked as punishment?”
“The school would kick them out. My mom said she would only report them
for breaking the dress code if they clean our apartment naked for the
rest of the semester.”
“Breaking the dress code,” Jordie laughed, “that’s great.”
“Your mom’s weird,” Simone said, “so is this kid going to be a senator someday?”
“No,” I broke into an imitation of Nolan’s accent. “That’s NO-Lan
Pierce. He is from North Car-o-line-UH and he is a closeted
Ho-Mo-SECKS-Shu-Elll who shops at the Ga-Yup.”
Kendra and
Simone both started giggling, and the teacher sitting at the front of
the room shushed us. I quickly took the USB drive out so she didn’t see
what we were looking for, and gave it to Dylan to make copies for us.
I received mine in an email that night, along with a note from Dylan.
“We need to talk. Go to my house after school tomorrow.”
Instead of getting on my regular bus home the next day, I got on the
bus to Jordie’s neighborhood. All seven of us ended up in his room.
“So, what’s the problem?” I asked.
“It’s not a problem, it’s an opportunity. Do you have any idea how much
videos of those Wilson kids naked will go for on the Internet.”
“About 20 to life,” Kendra joked.
“Not if we don’t get caught.”
“How do we not get caught? I asked. “If I upload a bunch of pornos of
the kids in my dorm, whenever the cops figure out they’re all from the
same dorm, they’ll suspect me because I live in that dorm.”
“That’s why we need to think bigger. If the pictures are all from one
dorm, you’re right, they’ll track down everyone that lives in that
dorm, but if the pictures are from all over campus, their first
strategy will be to get a list of students and staff. I saw it on an
episode of SVU. You’re not going to be on that list, so no one’s going
to suspect you. And, for extra security, we can send the pictures from
school email accounts.”
“You can get into student emails?”
“They use a formula to generate the email addresses. It’s usually
something like lastname firstinitial at Wilson dot com. You just have
to find one who set their password to ‘password’ and you’re in. Haley,
you have a card that will let you get into the buildings, right?”
“Only my dorm and like, common areas.”
“What do you mean?”
“I can get into the library, gym, classrooms, but not other dorms.”
“That’s fine. We’ll start with the locker rooms and spoof our way into
the dorms later. Actually, when’s the first home football game?”
“I don’t know. You think I go to those?”
“Find out. The best time to do it will be when everyone’s distracted.”
“You know, there’s also tap night.”
Jordie rubbed his hands together. “If we can get web cameras with
sound, I’ll bet we can catch them talking about the secret societies!”
“And make thousands of dollars,” Dylan reminded us, “which we can split among ourselves. Is everybody in?”
Everybody was in, and Dylan gave me my first set of instructions, to
sneak into the student tech center in the basement of the library and
steal some cameras. I had an ID card that clearly identified me as a
faculty kid, not subject to Wilson’s curfews. If anyone challenged me,
I could just present the card and be on my way. The card worked to get
me into the library, even though it was closed and deserted except for
me. All the security cameras were in the stairwells, so I took the
elevator down to the basement and walked into the tech center. There
was a desk where student tech assistants helped kids who had downloaded
too much porn on their laptops or whatever during the day, and behind
it a storage area with boxes of school issued devices. We could
probably make a ton of money selling school laptops, but that wasn’t
what I had come for. I found the boxes of webcams and picked one from
the bottom row. Dylan had told me to do that so that it would take
longer for them to notice it was missing. If I had shown up on any
surveillance tapes, they would be wiped before anyone tried to look at
them.
The box wasn’t particularly heavy, but it was large and
a little awkward to carry. As I schlepped it across the quadrangle, I
heard voices. If they caught me, I was in deep shit. I ducked behind
the front entrance to one of the dorms, and realized that one of the
voices was Nolan Pierce’s hick accent.
“Alright, you want to start here?”
“To the health center and back.” A girl’s voice answered.
I watched four naked bodies run across the quad, to the health center,
and back to the other side of the building I was standing next to. It
was Nolan Pierce, Owen Fitzgerald from his hall, and two girls. If I
jumped out and asked what the hell they were doing naked, I would have
been able to blackmail them into doing just about anything, but then
they would have wanted to know what I was doing with a box clearly
labeled as school property.
Instead, I followed them at a safe
distance as they walked back to the freshman dorms, totally naked
except for Nolan’s glasses. I couldn’t quite make out what they were
saying, but they were laughing and giggling, and Nolan was holding the
other boy’s hand. Maybe he wasn’t quite as closeted as I’d thought.
Chapter 13
Nolan Pierce
Owen and I made our way up the back staircase, hand in hand. When we
got to the landing for our floor, a shadowy figure emerged from the
darkness.
“Shit!” I whispered, thinking that it was a teacher
or the first-floor prefect, and that I was about to get detention for
real this time.
“Shhh! It’s just me.” I recognized the voice as Jamie’s and relaxed, “What are you two doing?”
“Lindsey wanted to go streaking again,” I explained.
Jamie chuckled. “You know, there used to be a streaking club, until the last headmaster killed it about ten years ago.”
“Maybe it’s time to revive it.”
“Not just yet. I need to speak to each of you in private.” Jamie took
me aside and led me to his room while Owen waited outside.
“Julia was very impressed by your write-up of the first senate meeting.
I’d like you to produce a memorandum on the meeting earlier tonight,
not for publication. Feel free to speak frankly, but I want analysis,
not gossip. Email it directly to me by Thursday, and don’t mention it
to anyone else, including Owen.
I thought over what I was
going to say in the memo before I went to sleep that night. The next
day I scarfed down a sandwich and a cup of tomato soup rather than
lingering over lunch, and started typing up a draft. Jamie had told me
to be frank, so I took him at his word:
“Senators Markell,
Denham, Peale, Hawthorne, Ling, and Lefebvre, as well as Vice-President
Alvarez are either members of societies themselves or aligned to
society interests, which include preventing the formation of a
diversity and inclusion committee. It is possible that this opposition
stems from a concern that a diversity and inclusion committee could
serve as a springboard for initiatives to reform the application
process for clubs or have secret societies suppressed on allegations of
‘exclusivity.’ However, this should be considered speculative. Less
speculative is the conclusion that the societies are unconcerned about
the wellness and mental health committee and the environmental
sustainability committee, which were opposed only by Senator Denham. It
is reasonable to conclude that the societies have considered the
possibility that, depending on the definitions used and the
personalities involved, a wellness committee could be used to support
stricter enforcement of campus regulations related to hazing, substance
use, and sexual activities, and determined that the risk is negligible.
It is also notable that Senators Denham, Whitcomb, and Holt are all
members of the Wilson Young Republicans, but split on the votes. As the
potential advocacy functions of the sustainability committee run
counter to the Republican Party’s environmental policies, the
possibility should be considered that Senators Whitcomb and Holt
decided to vote against their general inclination in order to maintain
cohesion within the anti-society faction. It remains to be seen whether
additional votes on issues related to national political debates could
reduce their willingness to do so.”
I thought about
adding a note about how Delvecchio had reacted to Alvarez’ tie-breaking
vote to shoot down the diversity and inclusion committee. He’d clearly
had to restrain himself from yelling at Alvarez and made a speech that
came very close to calling the senators who’d voted against it racist
(I had reported that in my official article for the Chronicle as
“Senator Delvecchio expressed his disappointment in the result of the
vote and a desire for the student government to move forward with
alternative methods for promoting inclusion”). I ended up deciding
against it, as it might be too close to gossip. After a quick
copy-edit, I emailed the memo to Jamie and went to drama class.
We were presenting our monologues in the actual auditorium. We each had
to stand up on stage and read off the monologue while our classmates
and Mr. Duvall looked on. Duvall was very lax about the dress code, so
Owen had taken off his shoes and socks and delivered his monologue
barefooted, which started to turn me on. When I got up to deliver mine,
I noticed that a group of upperclassmen had taken up seats in the back
of the auditorium. I recognized Conor Callahan, Tristan Hawthorne and
Rafe Ling from the student senate, Julia, and Luka Drayton, the editor
of the school literary magazine who was known for walking around campus
barefoot. The only reason for these kids to all skip class would be
something society related
I felt a wave of nervousness wash
over me, but this presentation was for a grade, so I knew I had to
power through. I delivered my monologue, ditching the British accent
I’d experimented with while rehearsing and sitting down quickly as soon
as I was done.
Conor cornered me as I was walking out of the auditorium on my way to English class.
“So, I’m starting an environmental club. We’re going to do a trash
pickup around campus tomorrow after class and then elect officers. You
interested?”
I wasn’t really interested, but suspected this
was a test to see if I would do what Conor, who I knew was a member of
the Crimson Circle, told me. “You bet.”
The next day after
class, I assembled on one of the quads with a surprisingly large group
of students and Dr. Ellery, the faculty advisor. He paired us off and
handed each pair a garbage bag and a reach extender. Each pair got
assigned a section of the campus to clean up and told to meet back at
5:00.
My partner Jasmine and I were assigned to the path
behind the athletic fields. We went through the standard repertoire of
conversation starters – where we were from, what our favorite classes
were, what extracurriculars we were doing. She seemed interested when I
told her I was on the paper.
“So, what kind of stories do you write about?”
“Student government. I’m really more of an intern than an actual
reporter. They have me shadowing a girl named Julia for the first
semester. She’s teaching me a lot about how the student government
works.”
“It all sounds so confusing to me. You hear all these
rumors about it being run by the secret societies, but I don’t
understand why they’d care about the student council.”
I
couldn’t tell if she was genuinely curious or a plant to gauge my
beliefs about the societies. Either way, discretion was probably the
best choice. “Maybe they just really like planning parties.”
We filled up the trash bag, mostly with beer bottles and soda cans, and turned around.
“I wish we’d thought to bring two bags,” Jasmine said, “then we could have separated out landfill from recycling.”
“Something to keep in mind for next time,” I reassured her.
When we reassembled, we dumped all of our trash bags in a dumpster and
Dr. Ellery led us to an empty classroom. I sat next to Jasmine,
thinking that it would be rude to ditch her, and listened to the
chatter in the classroom.
Dr. Ellery gave a short speech
about how we were probably all surprised to see how much litter there
was on campus, and then explained how the elections would work. He
would supervise, and began by asking for a volunteer to take meeting
minutes. Once someone had volunteered, he opened the floor for
nominations. The rule was that you couldn’t nominate yourself, so I
kept an eye on who the people I knew were in societies nominated or
were nominated by. Conor nominated a senior named Maribel Cortez for
President, but she lost despite my support. I kept track of who else
voted for. Rafe Ling nominated Tristan Hawthorne for Vice President
with a speech about how they’d gotten to know each other in the student
senate. It was persuasive enough to put Hawthorne over the edge, and he
turned around and nominated Grace Ahn, the girl who’d volunteered to
take notes, for secretary, and she won unanimously. None of the society
members I knew of nominated anyone for treasurer, so I watched Conor to
see who he voted for, who turned out to be the last of the candidates.
Conor pulled me aside after the meeting let out. “So, what did you think about the election?”
“It’s a pity Cortez didn’t win.”
“Why do you think she didn’t?”
“Ellington brought a lot of her friends with her. They voted for the person they knew.”
“You don’t think they came with a plan of who to vote for?”
“If they did, they’re either working with Hawthorne or they didn’t plan
beyond the president role, which isn’t very good planning.”
“Astute observation. So, Jamie tells me you enjoy streaking.”
“More than I had expected to,” I admitted
“Meet me in front of Becton tonight at 9:30. Don’t tell anyone where you’re going.”
I decided to leave about 9:15, but ran into Jasper in the common room.
“Where are you headed?” he asked.
“Library. I’ve got a report due on the Code of Hammurabi.” If he asked
anyone on our hall, my story would check out, although I had already
finished the report.
“Oh, great. I’ll walk with you.”
Cursing my bad luck, I walked with Jasper. He was as talkative as ever,
asking me how I was doing in my classes and unsubtly hinting that he
was expecting to get straight A’s this semester. I stopped short when
we were almost at the entrance to the library.
“Oh, shit! I forgot my class notes! I’ll meet you back here.”
I ran off in the direction of our dorm, but swerved when I was out of
sight of Jas and arrived in front of Becton with one minute to go until
9:30. The plaza in front of the building was already crowded with
students who were in the process of stripping naked. Taking the hint, I
did likewise and scanned the crowd. My roommate Noah was there, and so
were Owen, Finn and Conor Callahan, Ashton, Henry and his older brother
Paul, Dylan, Molly, Lindsey, Tristan Hawthorne, Rafe Ling, Ethan
Rothschild, Kyle Moretti, Julian Vance, and a gaggle of other swimmers,
Luca and Austin from downstairs, Luka Drayton from the literary
magazine, and a host of others I didn’t recognize. All of the
upperclassmen had tattoos on their buttocks. Conor had the same red
circle with the Latin inscription that I’d already seen on Jamie. Paul
and most of the swimmers had a similar circle in black with no motto.
Rafe had a caduceus in gray ink with what looked like Greek writing on
it, Luka Drayton had a quill over an English motto, “the object of art
is to give life a shape.” Other students had black lanterns.
Jamie stepped forward and addressed the crowd. “Many years ago, this
school was host to one of the finest streaking clubs in the northeast,
until Hanover shut it down.” There were scattered boos from some of the
older students. I knew that Dr. Hanover had been the headmistress
before the current headmaster, Mr. Hawthorne took over. It sounded like
she had been less popular than he was. “I say it’s time to bring it
back!”
A cheer rose up from the crowd. Jamie ran through it, across the campus, and the rest of us followed.
Chapter 14
Jordie Shriver
I’d spent most of my evening with a Wilson School student directory and
google, finding out which of the students had famous parents. Around
10:00, I got a message from Dylan on AIM.
Check out the live feed!
He
had set up a live feed of the video cameras Haley had installed in her
dorm, so we could watch the prep school kids do whatever it was they
did behind closed doors. Right now, it looked like a bunch of them were
coming back from some event buck naked. I scanned the faces for one I
recognized and found Finn Callahan, younger son of the Governor of
Washington.
“Hey Dylan,” I typed “can we zoom in on an individual camera?”
“Yeah, just double click and it will pull up audio, too.”
I
watched Callahan enter one of the dorm rooms with another boy and two
girls. One of the girls had a tattoo on her ass, but the resolution
wasn’t quite clear enough to make out what it said. Maybe the boy was
his roommate and they were each going to fuck one of the girls.
The girl with the tattoo turned around and I realized that she was
Sloane Kensington, daughter of the director Graham Kensington and an
actress who’d been nominated for an Oscar a couple of years ago. The
audience for a sex tape of her would be massive.
I put in my earbuds, eager to hear what she was saying.
“I always say if a guy’s not willing to take it up the ass, he’s not any good in bed.”
“Well, I can definitely take it,” Callahan said confidently.
“All of it?” the other girl giggled.
Callahan and the other boy were both hard, and the other boy was hung like a horse, was Callahan really…?
He was. They started kissing and stroking each other’s cocks. The other
boy took a bottle of lotion and squirted some onto his finger, which he
stuck up Callahan’s ass. We were officially into the territory where if
this got out, it would make front page news. Come to think of it, what
was Jas Whitfield up to? I toggled through screens showing boys doing
various things they weren’t supposed to – smoking pot, jacking off,
jacking each other off – until I found Jasper Whitfield, sitting on his
bed in his pajamas (and socks – I thought anyone who wore socks to bed
had to be a serial killer in waiting) and reading a book with
headphones on – boring.
I toggled back to Callahan. By this
point he had straddled the other boy and seemed to be gradually
lowering himself onto his horse-dick. The camera was placed in a
ceiling tile right over the bed, so I was looking directly at
Callahan’s face, watching it contort as the other boy impaled him. I
was starting to get hard, totally from imagining what Sloane Kesington
and her friend were doing just offscreen, and definitely not from Finn
Callahan. There was no way I was gay for that preppy motherfucker.
Unfortunately, there was no way to move the camera, so I couldn’t see what Kensington and the other girl were doing.
“Are you guys seeing this?” I messaged the group chat.
“Pierce?” Haley messaged me back
“No, fuck Pierce!”
“That’s what Owen Fitzgerald is doing,” Kendra said.
“They’re both nobodies. Look at Finn Callahan.” At the moment, Finn Callahan was looking straight at the camera and shouting:
“Oh, yeah! Fuck me harder Dylan!” He clearly wasn’t worried about being overheard.
“What, do you have a crush on him?” Kendra messaged.
“No!” The
tent in my pants was totally because of the girls. I decided that we
needed to get some of these cameras in the girls’ dorms ASAP.
“Sounds he has a crush on Dylan,” Ty messaged, “LOL.”
“Dylan Reed is his roommate,” Haley explained.
“Dylan, are we recording these?” I asked.
“Yes, but we can’t do anything with them until we get video from other dorms, remember?”
“The first home football game is tomorrow,” Haley messaged
“Great,” Dylan responded, “Everyone meet in the computer lab at lunch tomorrow.”
We
assembled in the computer lab the next day, and Dylan gave us
instructions, whispering so as not to be overheard by the teacher.
“Here’s the plan. After school, everyone go home and change into the
preppiest clothes you own, then we meet Haley at the entrance to the
school. Haley, your mom has a master key, right?”
“Yeah.”
“We’re going to need to borrow it. We act like students, follow kids
into dorms, and hide out in the bathrooms until all the students leave
for the football game. Then, we use the master key to get into their
rooms and put the cameras in their ceilings.”
“Do you know which room Conor Callahan is in?” I asked.
Haley rolled her eyes, “What is he, your boyfriend?”
“He’s a governor’s son.”
“You mentioned that.”
“You don’t understand. If a sex tape of him leaks, it’ll be the biggest sex scandal since Gary Condit!”
“Who?”
“Never mind.”
“We need to focus on freshman dorms for now,” Dylan insisted, “the
upperclassmen won’t all be at the football games. Once we start getting
some money coming in, we can buy fancier cameras. They make ones we can
install in the light fixtures in the showers. I’ll bet that’s where the
real action is.”
I went home after school and put on the
preppiest clothes I could find – khakis, a blue button-down shirt, and
dress shoes. We all met Haley at the front entrance to the school right
at 5:00, and went back to her apartment to fill our backpacks with
webcams.
“Is there anywhere we can go between now and kickoff time?” Kendra asked. “I’m getting nervous.”
“I want to check out the library,” I announced.
“I really doubt we’re going to catch anyone fucking in the library,” Dylan objected.
“No, but I bet that’s where the secret societies meet, and we need to restock on cameras anyway.”
Haley rolled her eyes. “Fine.”
When we got to the library, we headed for the basement where the tech
desk was. Haley removed some of the webcams from a box put them in her
backpack, while Dylan geeked out over the school’s technology.
“Dude! They’ve got the Mac G5s!”
“Shh!!” we snuck out of the tech room and walked around the basement,
but the rest of it looked like it was just offices and microfilm rooms.
We took the elevator up to the second floor, which was mostly deserted,
and I tried doors until I came to one that was locked.
“Hey, Haley, come open this!”
Haley’s master key worked on the lock, and the door swung open to
reveal a room lined with bookshelves – no windows – and with a big oak
table in the middle. It was the perfect place for a secret society to
have meetings, but it lacked the drop ceilings that could easily hide a
camera. Instead, the ceiling was made of ornately carved wood. I looked
around for somewhere else I could store the camera.
I picked
up one of the books, a thick alumni registry from the 1950s, and used
my pocketknife to cut out the pages and then cut a hole in the spine
the exact size of the camera lens. When I put the book back on the
shelf with the camera inside, it looked perfectly ordinary. No one
would notice it.
“Are you done?” Ty asked irritably.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
We got back to the freshman quad just as the students were streaming
out of their dorms, and followed Simone into one of the girls’ dorms.
She turned to me theatrically, “It won’t take a moment, Skipper, I just
want to get my camera. Daddy will be so excited to see my pictures from the big game.”
The actual Wilson students continued to leave for the game, until the
dorm was totally deserted except for us. The girls kept lookouts while
Dylan, Ty, and I used Haley’s key to open the girls’ doors and install
cameras over their beds. There was something a little erotic about the
view we were getting into these stuck-up preppy bitches’ most private
lives, and I was hard by the time we finished.
Just as we were
wrapping up, we heard the noise of hundreds of voices walking in our
direction, and realized that we needed to get out of there before we
got caught. We left through the back entrance and went our separate
ways from the front gate of the school. I went home and looked at the
live feeds from the motion-activated web cams.
The girls dorm
we had just spent so much time installing cameras in turned out to be a
bit of a bust. Evidently, their equivalent of Haley’s mom was more of a
stickler for the rules, and made sure that all the lights were out and
all the halls were quiet by 11:30. The real party was in the
third-floor common room of Haley’s dorm, apparently hosted by the
prefect, Jamie Calloway (he was actually mildly interesting, being the
bastard son of a semi-famous author whose birth had broken up the
author’s first marriage). They had beer, pot, and girls. Finn Callahan
partook of all three, draining a couple of cups of beer and passing a
joint around with Dylan Reed, the boy who’d fucked him the night before
and who was evidently his roommate, Nolan Pierce, the closeted hick who
was being punished by having to clean Haley’s apartment nude, Sloane
Kensington, and Sloane Kensington’s friend from the night before, whose
name turned out to be Serena. When they finished the joint, Callahan
and Serena began making out, as did Sloane Kensington and Dylan Reed.
After a couple of minutes of this, they went into their room, and I
switched back to the feed from the camera over Callahan’s bed. I
watched him fuck Serena while Dylan fucked Sloane Kensington just
offscreen. The camera placement was less than ideal, but I jerked off
to the tape anyway, and then went to bed.
I continued to keep
an eye on the camera feeds over the weekend. The girls’ dorm might not
have been much of a party dorm, but there were plenty of girls walking
around their rooms naked, and a couple of lesbian hookups. The camera
in the library stayed off until just before 11:30 Sunday morning, when
something tripped the motion activation. I quickly pulled up the feed
to see a group of students sitting around the old oak table. They
looked like they were having some kind of meeting.
“I take it
everyone’s read Nolan Pierce’s memo on last week’s meeting,” a girl who
looked like she was in charge of the whole thing said.
“I can’t believe none of us spotted that the wellness committee was a front to crack down on drinking!”
“That Pierce kid is smart. He’d make a good Serpent.” This was
definitely turning in to a conversation about secret societies, and I
was more excited than I’d probably ever been in my life.
“We spotted him first.”
“Guys, can we stick to the topic at hand? Hawthorne, Ling, I’m putting
the two of you on the sustainability committee with Shah and Whitcomb.
Anyone want to be on the wellness committee?”
“Which plebs are you putting on it?”
“I’m thinking Delvecchio. If memory serves me right, he’s been known to
enjoy a drink or two himself. I don’t know about the other slot, except
I know I don’t want Whitcomb or Holt?”
“What about Granger? That gives us a junior and a senior on the committee.”
“Okay, then we need a sophomore on our side who hasn’t already taken an
extra committee. That means you, Maya. And then we need someone who can
handle Delvecchio.”
“So not Denham,” there was mild laughter from the other attendees.
“I was thinking either Evelyn or Mercedes.”
“I can take it.”
“Thanks, Evelyn. So, is there anything else coming down the pike.”
“I’m going to put in a bill to throw some money at the environmental club to put recycling bins in the dorms.”
“Can you do that since you’re in the club? Isn’t it a conflict of interest?”
“If Whitcomb and Holt want to tell all the kids who showed up for our
trash pickup that they voted against recycling because it’s a conflict
of interest, they can be my guest.”
“Spoken like a true serpent.”
“And I want money to buy coffee and donuts for after our next trash
pickup. It’s going to be getting cold in the mornings by then.”
I had learned two things from the meetings – that the secret societies
were much more interested in picking up litter than I would have
expected, and that they were interested in Nolan Pierce for some
reason. To figure out why, I went through the tapes of his room. I
discovered that he was interested specifically in the Crimson Circle,
the secret society that Jamie Calloway was in. According to what I’d
read on the internet, it was the oldest and most prestigious secret
society at Wilson, with a long list of famous alumni, Teddy Roosevelt,
Nelson Rockefeller, the current Secretary of the Treasury, and more
diplomates and government officials than you could shake a stick at.
I also discovered that he was out on the hall, and had sucked off half
the guys in the dorm. He was dating Owen Fitzgerald, and they would go
back to one or the other’s rooms in the evening. It always started with
Pierce sucking Fitzgerald’s feet, and then progressed to oral or anal
sex, but neither of them were exclusive. Both were up for a quickie
with their roommates, Noah Sinclair and Henry Langston, in between
classes, and Pierce often volunteered to massage the other boys’ feet
after they got back from athletic practices. Sometimes the massages
turned into more toe-sucking, which the other boys seemed to enjoy.
What a bunch of perverts!
Chapter 15
Nolan Pierce
I didn’t have anything to do after class on Wednesday, so I accompanied Owen to the tryouts for Cabaret to provide moral support. When he got up to deliver his monologue, an older student I didn’t recognize sat down next to me.
“Be in your room at 9:00 Friday evening. Don’t eat dinner beforehand and don’t tell anyone I told you about this.”
He got up as suddenly as he had left, and I knew that I’d better due what he told me.
After classes Friday, I told Owen that I couldn’t eat dinner with him
because I had to write the essay on ancient China that was due in
history class that Monday. I sat somewhat nervously at my desk as I
typed up the essay, wearing shoes and jeans. I had gotten into the
habit of taking my shoes and socks off after class because I thought it
was sexy, but figured that I might need to do something that required
shoes at short notice. I suspected that someone might have given Noah
similar instructions, because he had also kept his shoes on and changed
into his gym shorts.
I finished the essay at around five
minutes to six, but didn’t want to leave and risk running into
something that would make me late. To top it off, I was hungry but I
didn’t dare eat anything. For lack of anything better to do with my
time, I opened a short story that I’d been planning to submit to a
literary magazine that Jamie recommended, but hadn’t gotten around to
finishing because I had so much else going on. It was called South of Somewhere,
and the premise was a boy from Connecticut who is forced to move to a
lightly fictionalized version of Sissipahaw after his parents get
divorced. I figured it would be a good way for me to poke fun at people
from Sissipahaw in a publication they’d never read. Once I got into it,
my nerves calmed down, and I practically forgot about my instructions,
until I heard three shar raps at the door.
I actually
startled, but recovered my composure enough to get up. Noah beat me to
the door and opened it, to reveal Jamie, looking stern.
“Are you Noah Sinclair?” he asked. The question only made sense as part of some kind of ritual.
“Yes.” Noah answered.
“Crimson Circle, accept or reject?”
“Accept.”
I started to sit down, disappointed that the knock had been for Noah
and not for me, but almost as soon as the door had closed, I heard the
same pattern of knocks. I opened the door and realized that Finn,
Dylan, Owen and Henry were all standing behind Jamie and Noah in the
hallway. Finn was naked.
“Are you Nolan Pierce?”
“Yes.”
“Crimson Circle, accept or reject?”
“Accept.”
“Follow me.”
We followed Jamie down a path that led to the edge of campus. My
nervousness had turned to giddy excitement, but I tried to play it as
cool. I didn’t want to blow this at the last minute.
We got to
the edge of campus and found a nondescript-looking shed. Jamie opened
the door and walked down a set of stone stairs, naturally, we all
followed him. He knocked on a door at the bottom of the steps. A girl’s
voice asked him for a password, and he answered “Darkness to light.”
The door swung open to reveal Jamie’s girlfriend, Ellie. She was completely naked.
“Remove all clothing,” she instructed, “and place it in the locker with your name on it.”
I found my place on the long row of lockers, alphabetized by last name.
Groups of students from the other freshman dorms entered as we
stripped, for a total of 15. I was right between Molly and Savannah
Price.
When we were all naked, Ellie said “Enter,” in a loud,
clear voice. We followed her through another door into an underground
room that resembled a church sanctuary or courtroom in layout – pews
filled with naked society members, both current students and alumni,
facing a raised platform with a dais and seats that faced the
congregation. Instead of an altar, there was a literal crimson circle
painted on the stone floor.
We walked to the front of the room
in silence, and Ellie gestured for us to sit in the front left pew.
There was space for exactly 15 of us, and there had been rows of pews.
Doing the math in my head, I calculated that there was room for just
under 500 members, not counting the balcony which wrapped around the
room, and also appeared to be full.
Ellie, Jamie, Grace
O’Malley, Max Harrington, and Izzy Morales of the girls’ soccer team
occupied the seats on the dais. Ellie’s brother Jude sat off to the
side in a chair next to a padded table. Ellie stood up almost as soon
as she had sat down and called up the first name.
“Yael Blumenfeld.”
The first girl stood in the center of the circle, facing the
congregation. Ellie demanded that she recount her entire life history,
with particular emphasis on a detailed description of every sexual
encounter she had ever had while Grace took notes. The process was
surprisingly emotional. Ellie probed for our deepest secrets and
darkest fears. Morgan Ellery had forcibly lost her virginity at the age
of 12 to a famous actor who was a client of her parents’ law firm (I
was sure that Grace’s notes on that were going to make it into a file
somewhere). Owen revealed that his parents had essentially shipped him
off to boarding school in the midst of a nasty divorce, and that he had
arrived expecting to have a miserable time with a bunch of uncultured
snobs until he found out how much sex he was having and how much cooler
Wilson kids were than he thought. Now he was dreading Thanksgiving
break because it would be his first holiday split between two
households and both his parents were trying to get him to take sides
against the other. Malik Jefferson recounted sitting terrified in the
back seat of his family’s Mercedes when he was five years old as his
father, a prominent Atlanta attorney, was pulled over for driving while
black. Henry knew that his father’s business was overextended and was
terrified of losing his privileged lifestyle.
Finally, my
turn came and I stood in the center of the circle. I began with the
recitation of my sexual experiences, all of which had occurred in the
past three weeks.
“You’re gay?” Ellie asked.
“Yes.”
“Exclusively gay? You have no attraction to women whatsoever?”
“Correct.”
“What’s it like growing up gay in Sissipahaw?”
“It sucks,” I answered honestly. With some prompting from Ellie, I told
the congregation about the eighth graders who had realized that I was
gay in six grade, well before I did, and made my life hell for a year,
about the sex ed curriculum in seventh grade, just as I was coming to
realize that those eighth graders were right, where we had had to
memorize the phrase “avoiding sexually transmitted diseases is only
possible within the context of a monogamous, heterosexual relationship”
just to rub it in, about watching my Mom try to speak up when Mrs.
McClure stood up in church to denounce the schools teaching about
‘unnatural lifestyles,’ because I knew she knew, and get shot down.
About having to go to church the next Sunday and act like nothing had
happened. By the end, I was starting to tear up, but telling the story
had been oddly cathartic.
“Nolan Pierce,” Ellie intoned from behind me, “face your brethren.” I faced the congregation, my brethren. I was going to become one of them now. I was good enough for them. I was fucking better than all those assholes back in Sissipahaw. “Repeat after me: I, state your name.”
“I, Nolan Pierce.”
“do hereby and hereon most solemnly and sincerely promise and swear,
that I will hail, ever conceal, and never reveal any of the secrets of
the Crimson Circle or of the Order of the Illuminati…”
When
the oath was completed, Ellie announced. “Nolan Pierce, You are hereby
raised as a member of the Crimson Circle and a Novitiate of the
Illuminati. So mote it be.”
“So mote it be,” the congregation repeated after her.
“Now, go and receive the mark of your brotherhood.”
I walked over to Jude and lay down on the padded table. Jude marked out
the tattoo on my buttocks and began incising it with the tattoo needle
as Ellie questioned Savannah Price. Laying on the table, I developed a
massive erection. The fact that I was getting a tattoo was incredibly
sexy to me. The reason I was getting it was just incredible.
It wasn’t until I had finished getting tattooed and sat down on the
opposite bench that I started to feel the pangs of hunger. I’d had
lunch around 1:00, and it had to be past 10:00 by now. I wondered if it
would be possible to sneak into the cafeteria and steal some food on
the way back.
I made myself pay attention when Noah’s turn
came. He had mentioned that his mother was deceased, but never
explained what had happened to her, and I got the impression it was a
sore subject. I felt that as his new brother I owed it to him to listen
to his story. It had been breast cancer, and initially the prognosis
had been good but it had taken a turn for the worse and she’d died in
May. He knew it was irrational but he couldn’t help resenting his
father for making him think she was going to get better.
After
the final initiate received her tattoo, Ellie announced. “We welcome
you, our new brothers and sisters, with a feast.” The five officers of
the club walked down from the dais and split us into groups of three.
We were lead through yet another doorway into a dining room, lit with
sconces that gave the impression of candlelight but were bright enough
to fully illuminate massive oak table that ran the length of the room
and the portraits of distinguished alumni lining the walls. I was
shocked by the fully nude Theodore Roosevelt, as far as I knew painted
from life. There were fireplaces on either end of the room, each of
which held a roaring fire that kept us comfortably toasty despite our
lack of clothing. Above the one by the door we’d come in through hung a
group portrait of who the upperclassman leading our group informed me
were the founding members. Above the fireplace on the far end hung a
photograph of the current members.
The upperclassmen
instructed each of us where to sit, with plenty of seats in between us.
Then the other members filed in. We were each flanked by alumni and
seated across from an upperclassman who made small talk with us while
other alumni, acting as waiters, took our orders. The menu choices were
rack of lamb, salmon, or stuffed chicken breasts. I ordered the lamb,
which I’d never had before, and the waiter asked which wine I’d like
with it. I knew nothing about wine, but the alumni I was seated across
from, Representative Jonathan Cotswold of the 5th District of Massachusetts, came to my rescue.
“Personally, I enjoy a nice cab sav with lamb.”
“That sounds delicious.”
The lamb smelled delicious, and it was all I could do not to scarf it
all down as soon as it arrived, but I wanted to make a good impression
on Representative Cotswold and Dr. Davenport, the alumni seated to my
right, who listened intently as Representative Cotswold regaled us with
political gossip. I was afraid that despite my best efforts to be
polite, I wasn’t much of a conversationalist. As soon as my hunger was
sated, I realized that I was bone tired, and the wine went straight to
my head.
When the dessert plates had been cleared and we had
been dismissed, I went to my locker and retrieved my clothes, not
bothering to put them back on. I stumbled up the stairs and onto the
pathway. The sky was just beginning to lighten with the first signs of
dawn.
Grace tapped me on the shoulder as I was walking toward
the dorm. “Meet me in the library Sunday at 11:30. Second floor, third
door on the right from the elevator.”