The Crimson Circle
Copyright© 2025 by jamesbreitbart
Chapter 12
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 12 - The story of Nolan Pierce, a freshman at a prestigious boarding school with an influential network of secret societies and a number of storied traditions - many of which involve nudity.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa mt Teenagers Blackmail Gay Heterosexual School Alternate History Humiliation Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Foot Fetish Public Sex Nudism Politics
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.”
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