Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2017 00:31:18 +0200 From: Lewis Morales Subject: Bailey and Me Chapter 2 This story is purely fictional and the characters are not based on anyone in real life. This story contains male-on-male sexual contact. If you are uncomfortable reading about homosexual content then please do not proceed. This is the second instalment of `Bailey and Me'. I have planned around 10-15 episodes in total. I'd love to hear your thoughts, so please send feedback to lewsmorals@mail.com Don't forget to donate to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html *2* "Did you hear what I said Mr McQueen?" Mr Browne asked me. "Sorry I missed that. What did you say?" I replied. As I sat eating breakfast with my colleagues in the boarding school dining hall, I was so tired that I was unable to concentrate on the conversation, a point which, it seemed, had become apparent to the teacher sitting directly opposite me. "I said you must have gone to bed in a rush last night as you left the outdoor lights on." "Oh, I didn't realise," was the only response I could think of. What else could I say? I couldn't very well reply that I had rushed off to bed, panicked after becoming aroused by seeing two of my teenage, male students having sex. I couldn't tell him how I'd barely slept a wink all night as I lay there thinking about what I had seen, or that the very brief moment of rest I had was interrupted by an erotic dream just before dawn. "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again," was the best I could offer. "Well you'd best make sure or you'll get yourself into grief with the Headmaster," Mr Browne continued gruffly. I nodded politely to my colleague before excusing myself from the table and leaving the school dining hall. By now it was almost time for classes to start so I headed to my room as I prepared for the day ahead. My incredible tiredness from not having slept properly was exacerbated by my growing concern about the events of last night. The combination of fatigue and a wandering mind meant my lessons fell below their usually standards all day. Fortunately I had some free time after lunch and I was grateful for the opportunity to return to my apartment to try and get my head straight. The more I reflected on the encounter between Kyle and Bailey the less I worried about the impact it was having on them. After all, they were two horny, teenage boys exploring their sexuality and this kind of thing probably happened all the time in boys' boarding schools. They were virile, sexually-charged young men and I remembered what it was like to be a hormone-fuelled teenager myself. The more I thought about it, the more I was confident that they were hardly going to be the first adolescent males to be experimenting with their sexuality at boarding school. In desperate need of a distraction from my thoughts about the teenagers, I moved to my office to do some marking and lesson preparation. Thankfully teaching is a profession that involves no end of paperwork, so I used the drudgery of my administrative tasks to try and occupy my mind. I went to bed just after 9 o'clock, hoping that an early night would help clear my mind, but all it did was give me more time to stress and worry about what had happened. I was struggling to understand why seeing two guys having sex was causing me to have such a strong physical and emotional reaction. I wondered what it was about this situation that had me so roused. The erection, the masturbation in the shower, lying awake in my bed all night and then the wet-dream in the early hours this morning, all indicated that this was far more than just idle intrigue. I had no strong opinions one way or the other about homosexuality, but I was shocked to discover that I could be capable of feeling an attraction to another guy. I mulled this thought over for some time. I had always presumed myself to be a heterosexual man, but I was beginning to doubt whether this was absolutely the case. I was starting to wonder how well I really knew myself. My thoughts and doubts regurgitated around and around in my brain all night, inflicting another restless and broken sleep on my already fatigued body. When morning finally came I tried my best to give the appearance that everything was normal as I went about my routine, carrying on with my teaching and boarding supervision duties as I would do on any other day. I'm not sure how well my facade was holding up on the outside, but inwardly my mind was crumbling from the mix of tiredness, uncertainty, worry and new-found attraction. I struggled all day. It was just after 5 o'clock that afternoon when the hallways of the boarding house were filled with noise as the boys returned from their sports activities. This was always a very busy time as the boys showered and dressed for dinner, and today it was my turn to make sure they all behaved and made it to dinner on time. Being an all-male environment where the students had grown up together over many years, it wasn't uncommon for them to wander from their rooms to the the communal showers in just their underwear or a towel. After my first few days I had realised this kind of thing was normal in a boys' boarding house and had stopped paying much attention to it. But with the events of the past few days now consuming my thoughts, and with uncertain feelings about my own sexuality, today I found myself feeling quite uncomfortable as the boys wandered along the hallways in varying states of undress. As I walked down the corridor, I bumped into Kyle as he scurried out the same bedroom door I had fatefully opened two nights earlier. My embarrassment about our previous encounter meant I wasn't able to make eye contact, and it was only when he had run past me that I looked up. When I did, I noticed that he was rushing down the corridor completely naked with just a thin towel hanging loosely across one of his broad, muscular shoulders. The sight of Kyle's toned back and firm buttocks took my breath away. His muscles were bulging and his pert buttocks tensed and stretched in rhythm as he rushed to the showers. My fleeting glance at the magnificent physique of this stunning 17 year old held me transfixed; I was unable to do anything other than stand there staring with my mouth open. I felt a rush of blood to my groin as I watched him go. I quickly ran back to my office so that nobody noticed my growing tumescence. In my head I knew that Kyle was a teenage boy, but as his naked body raced down the hallway, I was suddenly aware that he was an absolutely stunning specimen of manhood. His defined, muscular shape had caught my attention on the first day I'd met him, but now I found myself completely mesmerised by his raw masculinity. Even though he was only 17, his physique seemed much bulkier than would be expected for a lad of his age. And he certainly didn't lack confidence - only an exceptionally self-assured guy runs down the hall of the boarding house naked. I sat down in my office trying to get my head around what had just happened. I began questioning why this glimpse of the naked teen was causing me to have such a strong reaction. I wondered why I was suddenly noticing an attraction to this teen-adonis; I had been the boarding master for weeks, so why only now was I having erotic thoughts about this teenager? I took a cold wash-cloth to wet my face, before straightening up my tie and making it to dinner just in time for the prayer. I sat silently at the teachers' table for most of the meal and I couldn't find it in me to engage my colleagues in conversation. What would we talk about? The only thing on my mind was my sudden pondering about my own sexuality, and I didn't think that was appropriate dinner conversation for the teachers' table in the dining hall of a conservative, christian, boys' boarding school. After dinner I returned to my apartment to watch television before yet another unsuccessful attempt at sleep. My subconscious once again portrayed lurid thoughts of the two teenagers that I couldn't seem to get out of my head. I tossed and turned all night, and when morning finally arrived I had barely slept at all. My mind and body were exhausted and it took all my strength just to make it through my morning duties. By the end of the following day I was feeling completely drained. It had been almost seventy-two hours since the life-changing event and I had barely had a moment's rest in that time. I silently endured another formal dinner in the dining hall surrounded by colleagues, struggling to suppress my yawns as they conversed with one another. When dinner was finally finished I made my way back to the boarding house for supervised study. This involved me supervising the house while the boys studied and completed their homework quietly in their rooms. The boarding house was made up of diligent senior students so this was usually a fairly easy job. As the teacher on duty, I would sit at the desk in the middle of the hallway so I could keep a watchful eye on things. I made myself available to help the students with their homework and it wasn't uncommon for a few of them to come out of their rooms and talk with me about their projects and assignments. I was happy to do this because it helped me to get to know them better and it helped them to improve their academic results. I had been sitting at the desk for a short while when I heard the sound of a door opening down the corridor. I looked up to see Bailey walking towards me with a notebook in his hand. I felt incredibly nervous at the prospect of Bailey's impending arrival at my desk; with everything that had been happening I had been steering clear of him over the past few days. I tried to avoid eye contact as he walked down the hallway, but I did notice that he was wearing his usual loose-fitting clothing. As he reached the desk where I was seated, he politely and respectfully asked for my help. "Sorry to bother you, Mr McQueen," he said. "I wonder if you had a moment and would mind taking a look at my history assignment? Only if it's not too much trouble though, Sir." I was impressed by how respectful and well-mannered he seemed, even though I couldn't help noticing the contrast between the demure and gentle boy who stood before me now, and the animalistic, passionate lover I had seen aggressively thrusting himself inside Kyle just a few days earlier. I struggled to reconcile these two competing images of Bailey as I invited him to sit down opposite me. After a brief and polite exchange of pleasantries, I began reading over the notes he had made about his assignment task. We started discussing the story he was trying to develop, and the commentary he was attempting to make through his analysis of historical events. I was struck by the level of maturity in his reasoning and the depth of his thinking; clearly he was much more intelligent and worldly than the other teenagers I typically dealt with. As we talked about the assignment, he asked insightful questions and paid great attention to the responses I was giving him. Very quickly I forgot all about the awkwardness I had felt when he first sat across from me, and I began enjoying our robust and intellectual conversation. After a while I began to notice the way he seemed to be staring at me intently as we were discussing his ideas. It felt as if his eyes were focused entirely on me, and he looked to be hanging on my every word. Without realising it, I found myself staring back at his handsome face, noticing small details like the way his smile seemed to light up his entire face, and the way his eyes seemed to spark when he got an idea. I found myself unable to look away and, had we not been interrupted by a noise from the other end of the hallway, I'm not sure how I might have avoided another awkward encounter. The sound of an opening bedroom door interrupted our conversation. I looked up to see Kyle walking down the corridor towards me. Being a confident exhibitionist, he was attired in nothing more than a pair of tight, low-rise, black boxer-briefs that clung to his body, hugging every contour and exposing his magnificent physique for the world to see. I tried to tear my gaze away from the beautiful teen, but my eyes were transfixed by the way his taut six-pack abdominal muscles contracted and flexed as he walked towards me. He might have only been 17, but this young man was physically stunning and I was desperately trying not to gawk. As he came towards me, my mind began replaying the scenes from a few nights ago. I felt my erection return as I became unable to think about anything other than the raw, animalistic sexual tryst between the boy who was currently sitting opposite me and the one who was now walking towards me. I felt a cold sweat forming on my forehead as my mouth suddenly went dry. He reached the desk where I was sitting and stood directly opposite me, with his barely-covered groin right in my line of vision. I struggled to contain my desire and I'm certain my eyes were bulging out of their sockets at the sight of his sheathed manhood and tight, defined muscles so close to me. Without waiting for an invitation Kyle asked me if I would look over his geography assignment. "I'd be happy to help you, Kyle," I managed to croak out, my voice barely able to whisper the words that I was struggling to find. I grappled to keep control as my eyes betrayed me by travelling slowly up his body, starting at his ample package, rising up his taut abdominal muscles, past his firm pecs and athletic shoulders, before finally working their way up to meet his beautiful brown eyes as they stared back at me. "Just give me a few minutes so I can finish with Bailey first," I continued. "It's ok, sir," Bailey interjected, standing up and saving me from complete embarrassment by diverting my attention away from the rugby hunk. "I think I've got the idea now and I can go and work on this in my room," he continued. I'm almost certain that he was smirking as he turned around and left, seemingly aware that he'd just caught me ogling the other boy. Kyle didn't hesitate. He quickly moved the chair so he was now sitting alongside me with his leg brushing against mine. I tried my best to focus, but it wasn't an easy task as the tanned, muscular hunk sat just inches from me. His face was beside mine and I could feel his beautiful eyes staring at me as I shuffled my chair further forward to hide my throbbing erection under the desk. I was overcome with lust and desire in a way that I had never before experienced. I could barely focus on the words that he had written. My mind kept wandering, replaying the sights and sounds of the sexual escapade I had witnessed between Bailey and him. I found myself imagining what it might feel like to have his firm, naked body pressing against my own. I was overcome with lustful thoughts and it took all my efforts to focus on his schoolwork. Desperate to end my torture, I quickly skimmed over his essay and suggested a few improvements to his paragraph structure so that he would leave. Kyle seemed happy with this feedback and he threw one of his strong, muscular arms around my shoulder, pulling me tightly against his naked torso as a way of thanking me for my help. Even though this action might seem a normal way of showing gratitude in the schoolyard, the feel of his strong arm and naked chest against me brought back the images I was trying to suppress and sent shivers down my spine. My swollen cock began to leak a small trail of pre-cum as my mind continued revisiting the images of Kyle's encounter with Bailey. He gathered his belongings and stood up to leave, giving me one last opportunity to steal a glimpse of his incredible physique as he made his way back to his bedroom. I was unable to contain my throbbing erection or hide the torrent of pre-cum that was now leaking from it. The thoughts of his sexual exploits with Bailey, the feeling of his hard body touching my own, and the sight of his bulging muscles were all too much for me. I rushed back to my room, slamming the door behind me as my dick pulsed uncontrollably, begging to be released. I couldn't get those images out of my mind. I threw my clothes onto the floor and before I knew what I was doing, I was naked and tugging on my cock with crazy abandon. I closed my eyes, visualising the deed between the football stud and the handsome swimmer. My mind replayed the scenes over and over again, and with my hand pulling my cock at break-neck speed to keep up with my racing mind, it didn't take long for me to climax. The exhaustion I felt from my release left me breathless and crumpled on the floor, unable to move. For the second time in a week, I crawled into bed without completing my boarding duties.