Free Future Queens of England by Ryan Matthews

to take hold of Tony, his breathing quickened and his synapses fired uncontrollably.
    Gareth too started to get in on the act, “Wow, that smell is driving me wild,” he sat up in bed, “I can hardly control myself!”
    “Me neither,” echoed Hugh lustily, “I can’t be held accountable for what I might do next.”
    Tony dropped the magazine without thinking and it slid off the bed and onto the floor.  He clutched fistfuls of the white duvet and pulled it ever closer to his chin for security.
    Lustful moans reverberated around the room as they egged each other on.  Their brains were working overtime trying to find the next level.
    “Oh, I’ve come over all queer,” quivered Hugh.
    “I know what you mean Hugh, I’ve make a tent out of my duvet,” announced Bruce.
    “Careful lover, you’ll have someone’s eye out with that,” Gareth warned saucily.
    “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” whispered Tony quickly to himself, “what in hell have I unleashed?” 
    “Hey, don’t get out of bed with that Bruce,” advised Keenan, “if you trip you’ll pole vault out of the window.”
    Tony’s eyes darted over to where Bruce lay to reassure himself that no one was actually getting out of their bed.  He brought his knees up closer to his chest, making sure the duvet covered him at all times.
    “This mattress is so uncomfortable,” declared Giles, “it’s making me really stiff.”
    As if that was the straw that broke the camel’s back Tony’s arm shot out from under the duvet and grabbed his smouldering briefs.  Fast as lightning he threw them through the small gap in his curtains and out of the open window into the night with the same urgency as a soldier throwing a hand grenade with the pin removed.  The room erupted with the sound of hysterical laughter as Tony fumbled frantically trying to flick the switch to turn his light off.  He found the button, flicked it to the off position and the room instantly fell into darkness.  Tony pulled the duvet up over his chin and nose leaving only a pair of wide, nervous eyes peeking out at the room.  The walls appeared to be closing in on him, he shook himself to break this illusion.  The adrenaline coursed through his veins and sweat gathered and glistened on his brow.  The clouds outside moved aside to allow the moonlight to permeate the dormitory and Tony’s eyes reflected brightly in the darkness. 
    After the sniggers had died down the only sound Tony could hear was the sound of his heart thumping wildly against his chest as if trying to escape, “bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum.”  But as much as it wanted to, it knew that it simply could not leave its personal prison
     

Chapter Seven
     
    The room was abuzz as the students prepared for their first lesson. Tony awoke groggily, propped himself up onto one elbow and through half closed eyes tried to make out the time on his wristwatch.
    “Come on lazy bones,” chirruped Hugh.  “Get up, it’s your big day!”
    Tony grunted in acknowledgement and slumped back onto the bed.
    “You too Marc, up and at ‘em,” Hugh said as he made his bed.
    Something stirred under Marc’s duvet and emitted a groan.
    Tony shuffled down in his bed and keeping himself covered with his duvet he reached under the bed with one arm searching for his bag.  He felt the fabric of the handle with the tips of his fingers, but couldn’t quite grasp it.  He scooched over to the side of the bed and teetering on the precipice he hooked his fingers under the handle and pulled.  As he wrenched the bag closer Tony lost his balance and rolled off the bed landing face down on his duvet on the floor.
    “ Ach mein Gott!  Das ist schrecklich ,” exclaimed Uwe as Tony hastily attempted to cover his bare buttocks.
    “Jesus Christ Tony,” shouted Keenan, “that’s like the black hole of Calcutta.  Have you ever thought about waxing?”
    “Never mind waxing Tony, have you ever thought about washing?” cried Gareth in disgust.