The Crimson Circle
Copyright© 2025 by jamesbreitbart
Chapter 25
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 25 - 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 Drunk/Drugged 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
Getting back home for Thanksgiving was something of an odyssey. I had to get up early for the free shuttle bus to the train station in New Haven, then change trains in DC to end up arriving in High Point near 1:00 a.m., assuming the train ran on time, which it didn’t. We got stuck behind a freight train somewhere south of Richmond, and I had to text my parents that I would be late.
Fortunately, I had brought plenty of reading material – The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, which Owen had suggested, Catch-22, a postmodern mediation on artistic compromise set in an architectural firm that Jamie’s dad had written, and The Handmaid’s Tale, which Delvecchio had recommended but I suspected hadn’t actually red, and I was reading to stay on his good side ahead of next semester’s student government shenanigans.
It was closer to 2:00 by the time I got off the train, and close to 3:00 by the time I got home. Mom promised to let me sleep in, but I was woken up around 9:30 by someone shaking my shoulder.
“Evan, go away,” I muttered.
“It’s me.”
I opened my eyes to see Abby staring expectantly back at me. “Aren’t you a little old for this?”
“I want to see your tattoo.”
“What?”
“Your tattoo.”
“Who told you I had a tattoo?”
“I read it on a blog.”
“Delvecchio’s blog?”
“Yes. Owen Delvecchio.”
“Fuck.”
Abby giggled. “He said someone accused you of being in a secret society and he made you strip naked to prove you were actually in an LGBT community. What’s LGBT?”
“I cannot have this conversation without coffee. Are Mom and Dad up?”
“No. They got in late last night.”
“So did I.”
“Yeah, but you’re not old.”
Grumbling, I stood up and padded into the kitchen, where I made a very strong pot of coffee and made Abby sit quietly while I drank a cup and tried to remember the exact content of Delvecchio’s blog post.
“So, this blog post, if I remember correctly, Delvecchio said that Jas accused me of being in the Crimson Circle, and I had to prove that I wasn’t.”
“So, you got naked in front of a bunch of people.”
“Right.”
“Wasn’t that weird?”
“You get used to it.”
“And you have a tattoo, but it’s for some other club.”
“Another club.”
“The LGBT club. What does that mean?”
“It’s not a club, it’s ... listen, Abby, this stuff is really complicated.”
“You’re going to tell me it’s grown up.”
“Kind of, but it’s uncomfortable for me to talk about too.”
“I’m only two years younger than you.”
I sighed in exasperation. “Look, if I show you the tattoo, will you let me hold off on talking about LGBT until later.”
“Ok.”
I stood up and pulled down my pajama pants, mooning my sister in the kitchen of my family home. I was going to kill Delvecchio when I got back.
“Wait, you have two?”
“The one on the left is the Crimson Circle. I’ll explain that later, too. Now have you seen enough?”
“I guess so.”
Mom and Dad came into the kitchen a few minutes later and thanked me for making coffee. Dad made biscuits and gravy for breakfast, a delicacy I couldn’t get at Wilson. I told them I wanted to see some of my friends before everyone scattered for the holiday, and retrieved my bike from the shed for a tour of Sissipahaw.
Kenny Barlow was riding his bike in the cul-de-sac and rode over to me as soon as he saw me.
“Nolan! You’re back!”
“Yeah, for Thanksgiving.”
Kenny quickly filled me in on what was going on in Sissipahaw, providing me with the unfiltered gossip that Abby couldn’t tell me over the phone with Mom and Dad in earshot.
“Did you hear about Tyler?”
“No.”
“He got arrested!”
“What?”
“For shoplifting.”
“Shit!” Tyler Keever had been my friend and protector in sixth grade, picking out the lost little boy in the crowd of new students and inviting me to sit with him and his crowd of skate-punks. He’d looked out for me that year, protecting me from the bullies and very patiently teaching me to skateboard. I still had a scar above my right eye from the makeshift half-pipe he’d set up in his backyard. He’d been the oldest of our group, and when he got to high school he’d fallen in with a harder crowd. Everyone knew they shoplifted, not because they actually wanted the shit they were stealing but because there was nothing better to do in Sissipahaw on a weekday.
I postponed my plans to visit Cassie and Micah and rode my bike out to Tyler’s house. His half-brothers Cody and Blake were playing in the front yard.
“You can’t see Tyler,” Blake announced solemnly, “he’s grounded until Christmas.”
“If that’s Jace Havelock,” Tyler’s mom shouted from inside the house, “tell him to go away!”
“It’s Nolan!” Cody yelled back.
“Oh, Nolan! He can come in!”
Mrs. Holt ran to the front door and wrapped me in a great, big hug. “Nolan! It’s so good to see you!”
“Tyler got arrested!” Blake yelled gleefully.
Mrs. Holt sighed. “Maybe you can talk some sense into him. I swear that boy will be the death of me.”
Awakened by the commotion, Tyler stumbled out of his room in his pajamas. He’d gotten a haircut since I’d last seen him and had a major case of bedhead. “What’s going on? Oh, Nolan!”
“Why don’t you two catch up in your room,” Mrs. Holt suggested, “Blake and Cody you go back outside and stay out of their hair.”
Tyler led me into his room. It was cleaner than I ever remembered it and all the posters had been taken down. “Guess you heard I got busted.”
“Yeah, I think your mom wants me to set you on the straight and narrow.”
Tyler laughed ruefully. “Yeah. Dale hit the fucking roof. They searched my room, found my stash, tore down all the posters. He said he didn’t want me being a bad influence on his kids.”
“Shit.”
“Mom says they’ll give me my board and guitar back after Christmas, if I don’t fuck up again. Not that I have a chance to. It’s just school, community service, and back home.”
“How bad is it?”
“400 hours. Goes off my record when I turn 18.”
“What was it?”
“Huh?”
“What did you steal?”
“A rotisserie chicken.”
“What the fuck did you want a rotisserie chicken for?”
“Savannah managed to sneak one out under her sweater. Right in front of the store manager.”
“He probably thought she was pregnant.” All the adults in town just knew Savannah Vickers was going to end up pregnant before she graduated, if she graduated. They were probably right, but it wasn’t really her fault.
Tyler clearly needed to vent, so I let him for several hours. The haircut had been his lawyer’s idea, but Dale was making him keep it short, and making noises about sending him to live with his father if he got in any more trouble. The friends he’d made in high school were now forbidden from coming to the house, and most of our friends from middle school were now forbidden by their parents from seeing him. I was the first friend he’d gotten to talk to in a while, but there was also an undercurrent of jealousy. I’d gotten out of Sissipahaw; it looked like Tyler was going to drown there if he didn’t come up with a better way to fight back against all the bullshit.
When he’d finally run through all the injustices he’d suffered over the last three months, Tyler turned to me. “So, how’s boarding school? Are they nice to you or do they think you’re some dumb hick like us.”
“They’re nice to me. I joined a secret society.”
Tyler sounded intrigued. “What is that, like, you worship Satan and shit?”
“No,” I gave him one of the lines the Crimson Circle had suggested for discussing it back home. “It’s basically like a fraternity, but the high school version.”
“So, are you going to start wearing all Abercrombie and Fitch now?”
I laughed. “You want to know something? If Cody Huxley showed up at Wilson with that fauxhawk and that big Aeropostale jacket he always wears, everyone would think he was going to some kind of costume party.”
Tyler finally laughed. “Shit.”
I decided that Tyler would be a good test run for the conversation I was going to have to have with Abby. He knew I was ‘different’ somehow from the day we met. That was why he’d befriended me.
“Tyler, can I tell you something?”
“Is it funny?”
“It’s serious.”
Tyler sat up and looked at me intently. “Okay.”
“I’m gay.”
“Woah. Cool man.” Tyler reached across the bed and hugged me. “So, at your school...”
“I’m out up there.”
“The other kids are cool with it?”
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