The Crimson Circle
Copyright© 2025 by jamesbreitbart
Chapter 5
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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 Teenagers Gay School Alternate History Humiliation Group Sex Interracial Exhibitionism First Masturbation Voyeurism Foot Fetish Public Sex Nudism Politics
Nolan Pierce
Just as Jamie had warned me, it proved impossible to keep getting up early enough to shower before everyone else. Thursday morning, we had placement testing from 7:30 to 12:30, which meant that we had to be up, dressed, and fed by 7:15, and I needed to get a solid eight hours to do well on the test. I set my alarm for 6:00, which of course woke Noah up as well, and we walked to the shower together, only to find it already occupied by Owen, Henry, Finn, Dylan, and Theo Alvarez, who had the misfortune to be Jas’ roommate. It was a slightly rowdy crowd, and apparently word had gotten around about Dylan’s massive dick.
“Dude,” Owen pleaded, “come on and show us.”
“Ok, fine.” Dylan began stroking his dick, and I couldn’t help but watch. What Jamie had said about hard-ons being contagious was true, and I got hard. At first, I was embarrassed, but when I looked around, I realized that everyone else was hard too, and unselfconsciously looking at each other, so I indulged myself, taking in the erect penises of various sizes and firm buttocks as I washed myself. Neither Henry nor Finn had any tan lines, which was interesting.
We were all kind of staring without doing anything when Jamie walked in. “You guys comparing?”
“I heard about Dylan and had to see for myself,” Owen said.
“Well, you don’t want to be distracted during your placement tests,” I hadn’t thought of that, as aroused as I was now I was sure to have blue balls by the end of the five-hour testing session if I didn’t take care of myself, and I didn’t really have time to go back to my room and take care of myself. “You guys probably ought to go ahead and take care of yourselves.”
We all looked around sheepishly. Even though the other guys were more daring than I was, this was clearly farther than they had planned to go, but Jamie took the lead. He stood under the spray of the shower and soaped up his dick, then started stroking himself. The other guys gradually followed and finally I joined in. No one could criticize me if everyone else was doing it.
For a while, the room was silent except for the sounds of fapping and grunting and the spray of the showers. Then we all came in quick succession.
“Now, I’m ready for the placement test,” Finn joked, which broke the tension. We finished showering and went back to our dorm rooms to dress before breakfast. I fueled up on protein for the tests, selecting coffee, boiled eggs, and toast.
They had converted the oldest gym on campus, officially the Theodore Roosevelt ‘76 Athletic Center, into a testing center by dragging rows of desks onto the floors. We were all given an assigned seat and timed tests – starting with a half hour of multiple choice and synonym questions, which I breezed through in 15 minutes.
After that we had a two-hour-long math test, followed by another hour of our chosen language. Those turned out to be the hardest for me. I’d never been good at math, and I thought I’d been good at Spanish in middle school, but it was clear that Wilson assumed that students placing into upper-level Spanish would be way more fluent than I was. I had no idea what some of the questions were even asking and had to guess blindly. It turned out to be a good thing that I’d masturbated in the shower. The kid in front of me had worn flip-flops that he took off under his desk, and if I weren’t in my refractory period I definitely would have gotten distracted.
After the math test, we had a series of reading passages with multiple choice questions, and then a longer essay prompt, and the test finished up with short sections of general science and social studies knowledge. Finally, the proctor called out time, and we handed in our tests before being released to lunch.
To my misfortune, Jas caught up with me outside the gym. I realized that he hadn’t showered that morning, or possibly since he got to Wilson.
“I thought that was pretty easy. How did you do?”
“Some of the math was pretty tricky,” I admitted.
“It’s not so bad, you just have to know how to guess effectively,” Jas proceeded to rattle off advice on test-taking that anyone who attended public school had had drilled into their heads continuously since third grade. I couldn’t manage to shake him off, and he followed me to lunch.
The big event of the afternoon was the activities fair. Every student was required to participate in at least one extracurricular activity or sport each semester, and it was advised to do at least three if you wanted to get into a good college. Jas had told me he was going to do debate, so I passed it and found the one club I knew Jas would never go near – the Young Democrats. Finn was hanging out at the table, and introduced me to his brother Conor, who turned out to be the club president.
“So, what exactly do y’all do?” I asked Conor.
“A mix of volunteering and invited speakers,” Conor answered, “this year there are state elections in Virginia and New Jersey, so we’ll be doing a lot of phone banking this semester. I do have to tell you that you can’t use a partisan club as your required extracurricular.
I signed up anyway and we went looking for additional clubs. We passed by a booth for something called the Gilded Talon, which billed itself as the school’s ‘secret society.’
“I thought the secret societies were supposed to be, you know, secret,” I remarked.
“Yeah, the Gilded Talon’s a fake secret society,” Finn explained.
“How does that work?”
“So, there was this reforming headmaster back in the ‘50s who wanted to outlaw the secret societies because he thought they were elitist. Of course, the board of trustees is made up of all society members, so they didn’t let him. The compromise was that he could set up the Gilded Talon, which lets anybody join but calls itself secret because they have this hokey initiation ritual where you have to pledge allegiance to the school and promise to be a fine upstanding young citizen.”
“Sounds like bullshit.”
“It is, but some members of actual secret societies join. What they actually do is organize a bunch of charity activities, so it looks good on your college applications.”
Finn wanted to check out the ski club, which I had zero interest in, so I wandered around by myself until I found Theo Alvarez wearing a Young Republicans button in front of the table for the school newspaper, the Wilson Chronicle, which was run by a senior from Charleston, South Carolina named Carrie Prescott.
“We don’t just publish press releases for the principal,” Carrie said, “we do actual investigative reporting. Last year we FOIAed the police department.”
“Wow.”
Theo and I both signed up, and then I passed by the table for the literary magazine. It turned out that its meetings were at the same time as the newspaper, but I decided that I would submit a story.
Inspired, I went back to my room and started writing. Noah came in a few minutes later and cleared his throat.
“So, about this morning...”