The Crimson Circle
Copyright© 2025 by jamesbreitbart
Chapter 17
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 17 - 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 Mult Teenagers Blackmail NonConsensual Gay Heterosexual School Alternate History Humiliation Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Foot Fetish Public Sex Teacher/Student Nudism Politics
Nolan Pierce
After the senate meeting, I walked back to the dorm to look for Theo, I found him balls-deep in Asher Montgomery, at the same time he was sucking off Ethan Rothschild. Like Theo and Asher, Ethan had a newly acquired Silver Serpents’ tattoo.
“Mind if I join in?” I asked.
Theo took his mouth off Ethan’s dick, but kept fucking Asher. “Go ... ugh ... right ... ugh ... ahead.” He had Asher on his back, and Asher’s cute bare feet were sticking up in the air, his toes curling inward as Theo fucked him. I went up to him and grabbed his right foot by the ankle, guiding his toes into my mouth. This positioned me directly behind Theo, and my dick rubbed against his ass as he thrusted. Ethan handed me some lube, and after a bit of lubing up and repositioning, we formed a four-man fuck chain. My dick was firmly ensconced in Theo’s ass as it moved back and forth while he fucked Asher, at the same time as Ethan was fucking me from behind. The stimulation was a lot, and I came quickly, starting a chain reaction that soon left us all panting, and three of the four of us with a load of cum in our asses. We all went to the showers to wash it off.
“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” Theo asked.
“Society stuff. Turn all the showerheads on so no one hears us.” When I was sure that I wouldn’t be overheard, I asked. “You’re in the Young Republicans, right?”
“Yeah.”
“We want to create a new club of right wingers, like, Wilson Against Gays or something.”
“But you’re gay.”
“I know, it’s to split them off,” I explained my plan to divide the pleb vote in the student government by running a faction of social conservatives, finishing with, “and it’s a great way to make Jas look like an idiot if we can get him involved.”
“I’m in. What do you need.”
“Young Republicans who Jas and his friends don’t know are in the societies who can suggest that they start their own club.”
“I can work on it.”
I had plenty of else to keep me occupied, between my official responsibilities on the paper, reviewing the archives for dirt on potential Congressional candidates, homework, and my active sex life. I didn’t really think about it until the next Crimson Circle meeting. Jake Freedman sat down beside me at dinner.
“We got your club set up.”
“How’d you manage it?”
“Caleb Merriweather got on a tangent about the Bible at last week’s YR meeting and Sahana Iyer mentioned that it would be easier to keep a big tent if people didn’t have to get preached at when they went to meetings. It turned into a big argument until I pointed out that we aren’t allowed to endorse student government candidates or discuss campus issues. Renew Wilson will have it’s first meeting Sunday at 2:00, once they’re all back from church.”
“Crap, I’ve got a senate meeting then.”
“Your friend Whitfield is going, I’d suggest you try to pick up information from him.”
I knew that Lukas Weiss, who was a practicing Lutheran, was one of the only kids on our floor who was genuinely friendly to Jas, so I arranged for a tutoring session Sunday at 3:00. I found that it was surprisingly easy to get the hang of conversational German, and was beginning to suspect that my failure in Spanish had something to do with the teaching.
“Was hast du heute in deiner Schultasche?” Lukas asked.
“In meiner Schultasche habe ich ein Heft, mein Deutschbuch, zwei Bleistifte und eine Wasserflasche.”
Just then Jas burst in, not bothering to knock. Lukas looked up.
“How was your club meeting?”
“It was great, you should have come.”
“I told you, I don’t want to get involved in American politics.”
“It’s not political like that,” Jas insisted, “it’s all about things on campus. We want to stop hazing and illegal parties, tighten up the dress code, take dirty books out of the curriculum, and put an end to affirmative action. We’re going to present our demands to the student senate at their next meeting, and if they don’t pass them, we’re going to run our own slate against them.”
“Affirmative action sounds pretty political to me, but are you going to youth group tonight?” There were two youth groups that met Sunday nights on campus to supplement the various chapel services, a Catholic one and a generically Protestant one.
Jas thought for a moment, “sure.” I’m pretty sure the youth group were the only kids who would actually hang with him. A real test of faith, I suppose.
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