Date: Sat, 14 Dec 2013 20:01:09 +0000
From: Marcus DaCosta <marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Curtis Seduces - Chapter 13

"Who the fuck is calling me at...", I glanced at my clock "six twenty-one
in the fucking morning?" I said out loud in disbelief as the loud dancehall
remix of Patra's 'dip and fall back' which was my ring-tone shocked me out
of my sleep. My anger immediately fled as I picked up my phone and saw that
it was Gamu who had awoken me.

"Sorry to wake you" she started.

"Its calm babes, I'm sure this won't be the last time you wake me up in the
morning" I joked.

She ignored the flirtatious sentiment and continued single-mindedly. "I'm
really sorry about my dad, yesterday. He is a traditional african man and
he only wants..."

I interrupted. "Gamu, you do not need to apologise, your father is right to
protect you from boys, you are an amazingly wonderful and beautifully
crafted woman, and as your father was once a boy; he knows how we think".

"But you're not like other boys Curtis, you haven't been at all
inappropriate with me". She remarked.

"Babes", I owned up. "I am EXACTLY like other boys, in fact, I am worse
than them ALL, and the ONLY reason that I have treated you with such regard
is because it is YOU who is not like other girls".

"Because I'm not attractive?" She missed the point.

"Fuck no". I exclaimed, then quickly proceeded realising that that could be
interpreted in two ways. "You are the most attractive girl I have ever seen
Gamu, but that's not the point; it's not about your beauty or your
sexiness, believe me, I'm lying here, in bed, naked, with an eight inch
boner which the sound of your voice provoked to spring to action, but I
dare not even touch it; and that's not because of your father's crocodiles,
nor his threat to rip my scrotum out from under me, but," I paused, not
knowing how to put it right. "But because you are sacred, Gamu, and you
deserve to be... deserved, and every fucking boy can see it and no one
would dare to touch you, not even a king player like me".

There was a long silence. There was so much in that statement that Gamu
wanted to address, but didn't know where to start. Eventually she
chose... "You sleep NAKED?"

I laughed, and decided to copy a reply that Thandi had used on me the
previous day. "Don't ask questions that you are not ready to hear the
answer to".

"Gosh, you sound like my mother". She replied, explaining a lot.

"A very wise woman". I said. "By the way, I'm going on a school trip today
and won't be back 'til friday night, so I wont see you til the weekend".

"Ok babes, see you at Church on Sunday, I won't be around on Saturday
because I'm performing at a wedding", She replied. "Thanks again for
yesterday".

Neither of us wanted to end the phone call, and both of us wanted to say 'I
love you', I'm not sure how true it would have been, but I could tell we
both wanted to hear it. I wanted to say it too, but I made a promise to
myself that I will not fuck Gamu up, and what with her sister carrying my
baby, and her little brother following in my tracks I was aware that the
real me was not somebody that she COULD love, and there was no point in
coercing her into loving a facade. It was a dilemma tho, because as deep as
my affections ran for her, and as much as I knew I'd never use her, but
wanted genuinely to BE with her, but on the other hand I also knew that I
had a whole LOT of fucking left to do, and that at fourteen I was nowhere
near ready to settle down. All that said, I had no idea how I was to 'keep
her at bay' for ten years or so. 'Perhaps that is where she belonged tho' I
thought, 'as a shining light of 'hope', like when I was running yesterday,
motivating me not to 'slip' too far'.  Gamu has no idea of the
responsibility on her shoulders.

I crawled out of bed and switched my alarm clock off, wondering when the
last time I had got up before it sounded was. I walked to the bathroom,
showered and dressed in grey flanel Hollister tracksuit. (As I was going on
a school trip, I did not need to wear my uniform today). I checked mums
room, still no sign. I ran down the road to the mini-market to put £20
on the gas meter and £20 on the electric meter, topping up the meters
respectively as I reached home so that they did not run out while I was
away. I went to the kitchen to make something to eat for breakfast.

"What the fuck, Danilo?". I said out loud again. There was milk spilled all
over the work-surface and all over the floor, with a trail of milk leading
to a half-eaten bowl of cornflakes on the living room carpet. I ran
upstairs and barged into Danilo's room.

"What the fuck?" He yelled covering up his five inch rock hard dick with
the corner of the duvet. He was sitting up on his pillows with his feet up
on the bed and his knees parted as far as possible, and was quite obviously
masturbating. His TV was on quietly at the foot of the bed, so I walked up
beside him to see what he was jacking off to.

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed, noticing that this was becoming a theme
today. "How the fuck are you jacking off to Tom and Jerry?"

He laughed, although red-faced. "I dunno man, it's just Tom man, I just
LOVE that pussy". I joined his laughter, that was pretty funny, although it
didn't explain his fetish.

"Anyway fam, what's up with the mess downstairs? I asked, trying not to
sound too annoyed, but wanting to make it clear that I am not going to be
cleaning up after him.

"I ain't been downstairs yet bro" he said.

"Well, maybe last night then fam, coz you came in after I slept, there's
milk and cereal everywhere".

"Mate, I promise you, I won't leave any mess, and I didn't eat anything
here bro, I went straight to bed when I came in last night."

Slowly we both realised what had happened. Mum had come home to eat. I
darted out of Danilo's room and ran down the corridor closely followed by a
short naked Filipino dude with a semi. We checked mums room more
thoroughly, but there was no sign, so we ran downstairs checking the
kitchen, dining-room, living room and back garden for any more activity,
but there was nothing else. Danilo picked up the bowl, scraping the
leftovers into the kitchen bin and placing it in the dishwasher as I
cleaned up the work-surfaces and the floor.

"At least you know she is alright, mate". Danilo said, giving me a
side-ways brotherly hug.

I pulled him round to face me and continued our brotherly embrace, not
really caring that Danilo was still stark naked. I slapped both of my hands
on his two fairly toned bum-cheeks, grabbing them playfully. "If you were a
chick, I'd lay you on the kitchen table and fuck that sweet ass". I winked.

"If my father stops sending me money for the rent, I may have to let you
anyway fam". He laughed again.

"Now fuck off back to your room, you're keeping Tom waiting", I joked

I packed my Adidas sports bag with my wash-kit and deodorant, a change of
clothes, a box of condoms, my phone charger and I hid a few eighths and
ten-bags inside the other pair of trainers that I was bringing, placing
them inside the bag too. I didn't need to take any money as I was planning
to blag any I needed from Mr. Wilde, and I would be 'open for business' for
a few minutes before morning bell anyway.

I shouted to Danilo that I would be back tomorrow evening, and that he
should ring me if there are any more signs of mum to which he
promised. Then, I cycled to school, slower than usual due to the weight and
size of my bag, stopping briefly en-route to steal a punnet of strawberries
from the back of the delivery truck outside the greengrocers, and reaching
the bike park a few minutes early. Two eighths and four ten-bags were
distributed, and £100 was collected, admittedly only £14 of which was
mine, but still, business is business. I needed to start selling some
larger quantities, I didn't want Marvin to think that I was not cut out for
the job, but I couldn't worry about that until I get back from the trip.

The bell sounded and everybody else made their way to morning registration,
but those of us going on the trip to London waited in reception for the
coach to arrive.

A few minutes later I spotted Thandi running through the playground,
presumably on an errand for a teacher. I whistled to her and moved back to
the bike-shed, where she joined me. "Are you still planning to tell your
folks that you were raped?". I asked her, not trying to give away my
oppinion.

"Its the best thing for all of us, Curtis" she sounded convincing, counting
her reasons on her finger, "1) You and I are not going to live happily ever
after anyway. 2) If my daddy finds out that you are the father, he WILL
kill you and send me back to Harare. 3) If Gamucharai finds out that we
have 'been together', she will never talk to me OR you again and 4) My
father thinks I'm a slut right now, and he is scared to tell Pastor that I
am pregnant, because he thinks that he will be thrown off the Church
Council, but if I tell him I was raped, he will pity me again and it will
not look bad on HIM. Curtis, as long as I'm not sent abroad, I will not
stop you from seeing your child, but NOBODY can know ok?  Not until I've
left home or not until you and Gamu have gotten over your infatuation with
each other and my father has calmed down at least".

She made sense. "He is a hard man" I affirmed.

"You have no idea, it is like living with royalty, he has such an inflated
opinion of himself, we have to courtsey to him and call him 'sir', I'm
certain that my mummy cannot stand being married to him and I'm sure that
he is unfaithful to her, he carries himself like he is a serious
church-man, but he is definitely not a fucking Christian. He is dishonest,
judgmental, opinionated unfaithful and fraudulent but yet he swans about
like he is 'high and mighty' and 'holy' because he stood out against Mugabe
forgetting that every other fucking intelligent man in Zimbabwe did the
same. Don't be fooled by him Curtis, he fears you because he looks and you
and sees what HE was at your age. Dwayne hates him. Tawanda joined the army
to get the fuck away from him, I have always hated him, and now he seems to
hate me too. The only one that likes him is Gamu, and that is because he
dotes on her because she is always brilliant at everything, not a 'big let
down' like the rest of us".

"And Gamu is infatuated with me?" I asked, back tracking, hardly able to
believe Thandi's allegations against her father. I mean, I didn't like him
because I don't my own father, my opinions of all men and especially
fathers are clouded by my hatred for Marques, I was slowly realising that
the disregard I had shown for Henry, PC Dave, Antonio, and especially Gary
and Mr. Wilde was due to my own father being such a fucking let-down. I
wanted to soften the blow for the likes of Jaydon, Dwayne, Sean and
Mr. Wilde's boys and make them realise that their fathers were fuck-ups,
not knowing whether they were or not they actually were, but taking upon
myself the mandate to 'punish' these men and others, for the failure of my
own father as I was yet unable to punish him. My thoughts were getting too
deep too quickly, so I brought them captive."You better delete those
pictures I sent you of us fucking the other month". I smirked.

"Don't flatter yourself Curtis", she said teasing. "I deleted them
immediately". She smiled, and skipped off.

Moments later the coach arrived to carry us to London. Forty Keynsham
Acadamy students, Mr. Wilde and Mr. Fisher, Mrs. Platt (the deputy head)
and Mrs. Ahmed (the safeguarding children officer), two parents and
Mr. Wilde's two sons who go to another school piled into the coach to go to
Glaxo Smith Klein and the Science museum. I was one of the first onto the
bus, to get the back seat. Mr Wilde 'counted us on' and groped my ass very
blatantly as I climbed the four steps up onto the coach. 'I'm not gonna
make a public scene, but the fuck does he think he's getting away with
that' I thought to myself.

Mr. Fisher is a kind and playful young teacher who joined the faculty at
our school three years ago fresh out of teacher-training college. He gets a
bit of a hard time from the kids, because he is slightly camp and everyone
thinks he is gay because he has been caught checking out boys asses on more
than one occasion. He is an attractive man, northern european looking, with
blond hair and blue eyes.  Although an easy target, I had decided already
that Mr. Fisher was going to be NUMBER THIRTEEN and that I was going to
take the opportunity to 'rub it in Mr. Wilde's face'.

As I walked down the aisle towards the back, passing the third row a hand
reached out and grabbed my arm. Stopping me in my tracks. "Not all Muslims
are jihadists, Curtis". Mrs. Ahmed said.

"I have apologised for saying that Miss". I stated bluntly. "Although, I
must say, I'm surprised that you found 'jihadist' to be the more offensive
of the two names I called you, Miss.

"Well, I CAN be a bitch, Curtis" she joked surprisingly, but yes, I should
point out that not all women are bitches either. You would not like me to
generalise about 'all black boys' now would you?"

"Miss, I disprove some black stereotypes and I affirm others".

"Go on" she sounded interested.

"Well, I don't fulfil THESE do I?... All black boys are underachievers in
school" I boasted, "all black boys sell drugs", I lied to a few raised
eye-brows.  "And which stereotypes DO you fulfil, Curtis?"

"All black boys have absent fathers, All black kids believe in God, all
black boys can run rast, all black boys have massive dicks, all black boys
can sing.."

She stopped me in my tracks, "Alright, enough Curtis, move along the bus"
she added "I've never heard you sing though, Curtis".

"You've never seen my dick either Miss". Everyone in earshot laughed out
loud. I tucked my thumbs under the waistband of my tracksuit bottoms, but
not my boxers, and yanked them out, making out like I was showing my dick
to Miss Ahmed, whereas in reality she could only see my white Calvin Klein
trunks. "Go on Miss, it IS halal". The laughter continued. Even Miss Ahmed
and the 'mum' that was sitting by her laughed.

As I moved down the bus, I heard the mum say quietly, "how do you cope with
him?"

Mrs. Ahmed answered, "Deep down he is a good kid, and he is top of most of
his classes, so we tolerate his boisterousness".

The mum carried on with a dirty smile on her face "it did look big in his
boxers didn't it, don't you wonder just HOW big?"

"Enormous". Bekki Lewis, who was just being counted on, piped up, before
realising that she had just baited herself out. "I've seen a picture on
someone's phone" she tried to dig herself out of the hole, surrounded by
shrieks of 'go Bekki'.

Bekki hurried to the back and sat next to Curtis. "Who you sharing a room
with?" She asked.

"Mr. Wilde's two sons apparently, why?"

"Because I have brought you a little present and I want you to try it on
after lights out, you better make sure they won't snake us".

"We won't snake you" a small voice spoke from the row in front. "I'm
Aaron. Aaron Wilde, and this is my big bro Aiden".

Aaron was fucking adorable. I wondered if he'd been named after Aaron
Carter because he looked exactly the same as HE had looked at thirteen, but
they can't have known that as a baby can they. Aaron was lively and
confident, Aiden however was reserved, at eighteen you'd have thought that
it would be the other way round, but Aiden was the shy one, very slightly
over-weight but not off-puttingly, but a good looking face, with light
brown hair, shaved short, green eyes, and he had braces on his teeth.

"What have you bought for him to wear?" Aaron asked.

Bekki put her hand in her pocket and pulled out a passion-fruit flavoured
ribbed condom. She showed it to Aaron before tucking it in my tracksuit
trouser pocket. "I have a boxful in my bag" I commented. Bekki winked.

"You're gonna fuck in front of us?". Aaron whispered.

"Not in front of me that won't be" Aiden looked sour-faced. "I'll be
sleeping".

"Well I was planning to wait until you were both asleep, but you wouldn't
be the first spectator we've had". Bekki grinned.

"Shit" Aaron whispered. "Real life porn!"

"Right, now let's all keep our mouths shut, because we don't want
Mrs. Ahmed getting in on the action, do we?". I said sarcastically, as the
coach pulled out of the school and began the two and a half hour journey to
London.

Ten minutes into the journey my phone beeped. It was a Whattsapp message
from Mr. Wilde. 'I see you have met my sons'.

'Yes sir'. I replied quickly.

'First impressions?'

'Aaron is straight as a nail but will be up for anything and you'll be
fucking him in no-time (not before I will tho), and Aiden is a closet
homosexual who hates that about himself so much he probably doesn't even
wank'.

'Oh, he wanks' came the reply 'not as much as I do, but then, he doesn't
have a hundred have photo's of you to wank off to does he? lol'

Why is Mr Wilde not getting the message?  Why would he think that I would
find that funny? I thought to myself. I chose not to reply to him again.
He tried a few times to solicit an answer by sending me a '?', but
eventually he stopped.

Bekki and I got to know Aaron quite well on the way to London, and he gave
us some great anecdotal stories about his father. He was a fun-loving kid,
that anyone would like. I felt a bit sly setting him up with his father,
and hoped that I would find out that he was up for it, coz I quite liked
the kid, and didn't wanna fuck him up. Aiden on the other hand chose to
spend the journey in silence with his earphones in listening to Coldplay
and Alanis Morrissette tracks over and over. He seemed quite
unapproachable, rude even, I was quite prepared to throw HIM to the lions.

As we approached the outskirts of London, Mr. Fisher was slowly making his
way down the Aisle explaining to everyone that when we reach London, we are
going straight to Glaxo Smith Klein for the tour, and we are to leave
everything on the coach. As he neared us, I whispered to Bekki. "Watch to
see if he 'checks me out'". She nodded in amusement.

After he had given us his speech I put my hand up and said "Sir, is it
alright if I take off my tracksuit top, it is kinda hot in here". This was
true, it was hot as the air conditioning did not seem to be working. It
seemed to him like an unnecessary question, but of course, he didn't
realise that I was not wearing anything underneath it.

"Of course, Curtis, you don't need to ask me permission for that".

I stood up, subtly lowering the waistband of my boxers and tracksuit
bottoms so that the top of my pubes would be on display. I lifted my
tracksuit top over my head slowly, placing it in the overhead compartment,
I then slid my hand seductively down my body which was glistening with
sweat, rubbing my abs and slipping my hand under the waistbands very
briefly revealing an inch or two of my dick before sitting back down into
the seat with my right hand stuffed down my boxers. "Thanks sir". I said
without looking at him.

Clearly he was embarrassed, he had not intended to give me permission to
sit shirtless. He shook his head in bewilderment and returned to the front.

"Hook, line and fucking sinker". Bekki whispered.

"He's definitely gay". Aaron confirmed. "When you put your hands down your
pants, and we could see your dick, well, a bit of it, he licked his lips
bruv".

"And he's sharing a room with your dad fam". I reminded him as the three of
us laughed.

The coach pulled up outside Glaxo Smith Klein and we all piled in to the
aisle of bus trying to barge each other out of the way.  I grabbed my
tracksuit top and pulled it back on, standing immediately behind Bekki and
pressing my dick into her fine ass. I licked two fingers of my right hand,
put my arms around her, sliding that hand down inside her leggings and
panties and walking my two fingers down to her vagina, curling them under
and slipping them inside her. She yelped as we slowly shuffled down the
coach, I kept finger fucking her and kissing the back of her neck as I
went.  Aaron who was in front of her turned round when he heard her
whimpers and realised what was going on. He smiled and winked at me,
adjusting his jeans to hide his boner.  By the time we reached the front,
where Mr. Wilde was standing, she was very wet and dizzy. I slid my hand
out of her and waved my two fingers like a gun in front of Aaron's
face. Out of curiosity he opened his mouth and quickly sucked on my
fingers, licking Bekki's juices off them, chuckling as he went. I winked at
Mr. Wilde as he watched his thirteen-year-old son suck my fingers, he had
no idea why, but it made him beam with expectation. As Aaron and Bekki
clambered down the steps, Mr Wilde bent over to pick up his bag and I waved
the same fingers in front of him too. He assumed I was inviting him to suck
at them as well, which is what I had hoped he would assume. As he made his
move, I clenched my fist and punched him fucking hard in his face,
immediately saying "Are you alright sir", then poking my head out of the
door and said (at no-one in particular) "Oi, Mr. Wilde has bumped his head
on the seat". He stood back up and put his hand up hold his bleeding
nose. I moved down the four steps and joined Aaron and Bekki.

"You alright dad?" Aiden asked

"Yes son, I'm fine, as Curtis said, I, um, banged my face on something".

Mrs. Platt passed Mr. Wilde a small packet of tissues from her handbag, and
he wiped the blood from his face, and took control of the group again
commanding us all to follow him into the main reception. I decided to spend
the time starting to work on Mr. Fisher as we were being shown around
various parts of the building, he was at the back of the group so I slowed
my pace until he caught up with me. I put my arm around his shoulder in a
slightly over-familiar, but friendly manner.

"Are you enjoying the tour Curtis?" He asked.

"About as much as you are sir". I winked. "But it's cool tho sir, I didn't
come for the science anyway, I came for the sex, sir".  I squeezed his
shoulder. "Oi sir, your pretty toned you know, do you work out sir?". I
flirted

"I do Curtis, I go to the gym at least three times a week, but I must say,
my abs are not as impressive as yours". He complimented me.

"Is there a gym in the hotel sir?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation
going as long as possible, as I slid my and from his shoulder down to his
waist and then placed it very firmly on his ass.

"I don't know Curtis, it would be good if there were, wouldn't it?".

"Yeah sir, we could work out together" I squeezed his ass very firmly,
holding it there as I spoke. "Sir you have very impressive glutes this
feels very firm indeed, well worked out". He looked awkward, I could tell
that he was loving the attention and the compliments, but was worried about
being seen.

He spoke quietly "Curtis move your hand, someone might think I'm a
paedophile".

"For a start sir" I corrected him. " A paedophile is an adult with a sexual
attraction to prepubescant children. I started puberty when I was about ten
sir, and now sir, I have a big eight inch dick which I bet has seen more
action than yours has sir, I have fucked women a lot older than you sir, so
if you had a sexual attraction to me, it would NOT make you a paedophile".

"Well ok then" he tried again, "well you don't want people to think that we
are gay, do you?"

"Sir, why does everything have to be about sex, why can't one man squeeze
another mans glutes without people thinking something sexual is going
on?". I squeezed his ass tighter than before, allowing my fingers to slide
between his two cakes very near his warm hole. "I mean, sir, there's
nothing sexual about this is there sir?" I went back to the point "And sir,
about people thinking we are gay, everybody already thinks that YOU are gay
anyway sir so I shouldn't worry, and I have a reputation of a womaniser,
I've fucked a lot of girls in the school sir, and so, even if I ripped your
jeans down to your ankles, bent you over this display cabinet, slid my
eight inch pole up inside your firm muscular ass and fucked you
relentlessly until my cum gushed out deep inside you, whilst singing 'I
will survive' and waving a feather boa like a lassoo in front of the whole
school, STILL none of them would think I was gay sir" I joked.  "Excuse me
Curtis, I need to go to the bathroom". He scurried off quickly. A few
minutes later when he returned, having presumably had a wank, I nodded him
to come back and re-join me.

"Feel better now sir?"

He didn't answer, looking embarrassed, but I continued my mission, "So sir,
I assume you ARE a bottom?"

"I am a teacher, Curtis" he remarked, knowing that he shouldn't be having
this conversation with a pupil.

"Sir, what is said on the trip, stays on the trip".

"I think so Curtis, I haven't actually..."

"You're a virgin, sir?" I whispered, shocked. "But your so peng (good
looking).

"Why thank you, Curtis". He replied, desperate to repay me a compliment,
but deciding against it, me being his student and all.

"You need a spliff sir". I said sarcastically.

"Yes I do, Curtis" he said, "Come on let's catch up with the rest of the
group".

The rest of the tour was boring as fuck, so was the lecture on science and
medicine that they gave us. We left GSK and piled back into the coach which
took us to a retail complex where we had booked to eat at Pizza Hut. We
arrived at the budget hotel in central London at about nine in the evening,
and were told to stay in our rooms until breakfast, although we were
allowed to stay up as late as we wanted, watching tv.

When we entered our room, we were surprised to find that there were two
double beds. I jumped quickly onto one bed, and sprawled out in the middle
of it, making it painfully obvious that I expected the brothers to share
the other bed. They conformed, and we unpacked our clothes and
wash-stuff. Aiden went into the bathroom to have a shower.

"What's up with your brother fam? He's not very sociable is he!" I asked
Aaron.

"He's been like that ever since mum died, he used to be fun before". Aaron
replied.

"Kewl, so its there somewhere" I said. "We'll have to dig it back out".

The bathroom had no lock on it, so when Aiden was safely in the shower I
barged in to go and piss.

"Oi what are you doing? I'm having a shower". He scowled.

"Taking a piss, fam". I replied. "Did you want me to do It off the balcony?
Why are you shy fam?" I asked. "Don't you shower with the other boys after
PE in your school?"

"Don't tell me your getting in the shower with me?" He questioned.

"Of course not fam, I needed a piss"

I left Aiden to shower in peace, seed planted, and joined Aaron in the
bedroom. He had put on CSI and was laying on his bed wearing a pair of
boxers shorts and a vest. His other clothes were in a pile on the floor. I
kicked off my trainers and removed my track-suit and socks so that I was
only in my white Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

There was a knock at the door, and as Aaron didn't stir, I got up to answer
it. It was Mr. Wilde 'checking on us'. He looked me up and down,
reminiscing, asked where Aiden was, which should have been fucking obvious
as we could hear the shower running, and then he asked us if there was
anything we needed.

"Those". I said, pointing to the 4-pack of lager that he was carrying. He
thought for a minute, before handing them over to me.

"You tell anyone, and I'm fired". He said.

"Sir, what room are you in?" I asked

"402, why?"

I spoke quietly. "Sir, by 11.30pm, pretend to be asleep, and make sure the
door is on the latch, and promise me that you will not move, or make a
sound, whatever happens, keep pretending to be asleep, ok?"

He nodded, smiling, staring at the bulge in my underwear, and looking
elated that he was going to get another visit from me.

"What did HE want?" Aaron asked.

"He wanted to suck my dick" I smiled, pretending that I was joking, then
corrected myslef, "nah, he came to give us these". I threw a can of lager
at him, and he instandly opened it and took a gulp.

"How weird". He said. "He never let's us drink at home".

There was another knock at the door. I got up again "That'll be Bekki" I
said. It was, she was wearing just a long t-shirt style night-dress. I
passed her a can of lager, but she didn't want it.

"I can't stay long, the girls are watching a film that starts at ten and
they will come looking for me, if I'm not back before it starts".

"That gives us twenty minutes babes". I opened the bathroom door again to
another "Oi", and said "Mate, if you don't wanna see the fucking, you
better stay in the shower for the next twenty minutes". I didn't give him
time to reply, I just shut him out of our world.

I opened Bekki's lager and downed half the can as she lifted her t-shirt
over her head and stood in between the two beds naked. Aaron's eyes were a
picture, wide eyed and stunned. "She's hot ain't she?" I asked him. He was
too shocked to speak, but he had a pretty impressive tent in his
boxers. Impressive for a thirteen-year-old white boy anyway. Bekki took the
ribbed condom out of my tracksuit pocket which was on the floor and pulled
my boxers down, sinking to her knees she began to suck on my cock. As she
was getting me hard I mouthed to Aaron that he should remove his boxers and
have a wank. He went one further, removing his vest too, sipping on his
lager and spreading his legs, he leant back against the headboard and began
to jack off his four inch dick. It was uncut, and there was a small patch
of blond pubic hairs at the base, but his balls were completely hairless. I
must admit, he looked hot.

Bekki unwrapped the condom and unravelled it onto my dick, she went to lay
back on my bed, but I picked her up and threw her in the other direction
onto the bed that Aaron was wanking on. I winked at him again as Bekki
spread her legs expecting my decorated cock to penetrate her. But she
closed her eyes and lay back as I moved my face between her thighs and
flicked my tongue over her vaginal lips. She opened her eyes in amazement
and delight to see what I was doing, throwing her head back and raising her
arms as my tongue dug its way into her wet pussy. As my tongue flickered
inside her, her hand which had made contact with Aarons leg, travelled up
it, and laid hold of his dick, grabbing onto it like a handle, as I fucked
her with my tongue. Bekki was screaming in pleasure, louder than I had ever
heard her before, the boys in the next room must have heard, possibly even
the room beyond that.

She was writhing in pleasure and leaking all over my face, which became a
little unbearable, so I moved up her body and inserted all eight inches
into their familiar refuge. She was almost at orgasm already what with me
eating her pussy, and with the hightened sensation of the ribbed condom she
was thrown over the edge as I began to fuck her hard. She let go of Aarons
dick and pulled his legs hard enticing him to slide further down the bed,
she repositioned slighlty as he did and dived onto his dick as soon as it
was within reach of her mouth. She sucked up and down on his dick in
harmony with the pounding I was giving her. A few minutes later, Aaron got
up, straddled her chest and began fucking her mouth, his slim white ass
bobbed up and down on her tits in front of me.  This looked so erotic that
I held on to his thighs as I continued fucking her, to be in the picture. I
felt her second or third orgasm as her body shuddered beneath me and my own
entry to bliss occurred simultaneously, as cum spilled from my dick, being
caught in the rubber.

Once I was spent, I pulled out of her and watched as aaron continued his
assault on her mouth, reminiscing briefly of watching young Dwayne up in
the same pussy. I got the box of condoms out of my bag, opened one and put
it in Bekki's hand. She slid it onto Aaron and pushed him down past her
tits and stomach until their pelvis's met and his cute four inches slipped
easily inside her.

Aarons sweet ass looked so cute rising and sinking into Bekki, I knew I was
gonna get that ass, but I wanted him to WANT it first. I decided to go and
shower.

"You can get out now fam" I said to Aiden, "I need to shower". As he
stepped out of the shower and wrapped in a towel, briefly revealing that
his cut dick was of a good size. I pulled the condom off my still hard dick
and chucked it into the toilet. Aiden quickly left the bathroom, jumping
out of the frying pan into the fire. He burst into the bedroom stumbling
upon his thirteen year old brother fucking some sweet pussy. Aiden did not
know where to look.

"Do you want me to suck your dick?". Bekki asked between heavy breaths.

"No thank you" he replied politely.

I had no idea what was going through Aiden's mind watching his young
brother losing his virginity, but I showered quickly, and came out the
bathroom still naked but now flaccid and stood with Aiden watching the
young boy fucking her hard. She was looking tired after multiple orgasms on
top of a long day.

I put my arm around Aiden "we are witnessing a beautiful thing my friend" I
looked at him and smiled. "How many boys get to watch their kid brother
become an man?"

"This is wrong". He replied, still staring.  "And yet you are hard as
fuck", I said. Aiden looked down at his tent and noticed my dick hanging
less than a foot from his. This freaked him out, and he dashed back into
the bathroom.

Aaron's dick was sliding in and out of Bekki's wet slit with such vigour
that he was finally brought to orgasm. He cried out "Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit"
as he bust inside his condom within her. He pulled out, pointing out that
it was two minutes to ten, so Bekki jumped off the bed, threw her t-shirt
over her head, and left.

Aaron joined his brother in the bathroom, needing a shower.

"What the hell were you doing Aaron?". Aiden asked him.

"Um, what did it look like bro?". Aaron asked.

"You are not ready to be having sex". Aiden complained.

Aaron jumped in the shower, slapping his brothers head on the way past,
"You were not ready for that". He laughed. "Your just pissed because I have
lost my virginity before you".

"Your a virgin?". I butted in the conversation, joining them in the
bathroom. "How can u be a virgin, your eighteen, and you're peng, no
homo". That compliment affirmed him and I could tell he needed it.

"I just haven't found the right girl yet". He admitted.

"Bekki would have fucked you tho" Aaron said.

"I would have" Aiden lied, "But it would have been weird fucking her when
my brother just had". He justified his frigidness.

"Pussy is pussly" I said. I put out my hand out towards Aaron and he shook
it "But you, my new friend" I pulled him into me for a naked hug "You were
a fucking gangsta". I put my hands on his ass lifting him up like a reverse
piggy-back... Well, a piggy-front, he wrapped his legs around my hips and
punched his hand up into the sky in victory, his now soft dick rubbing
against my abs. I still had hold of his ass and unbeknown to his brother I
slipped my fingers in between his cheeks and located his hole with my
middle finger. His body flinched at my touch, but didn't object. 'Yes' I
thought, I knew he would be up for a fucking soon enough.

I lifted him into the shower, followed Aiden out of the bathroom, and
jumped into bed.

"You sleep naked?" He asked.

"Of course" I answered as though he had asked me if I 'breathe air', and
chuckling to myself as that was the second time I had been asked that in
one day. "Don't you?"

"Not when I'm sharing a bed with my kid brother!" He smiled for the first
time.

"I guess that's not a good idea, especially now he has a taste for sex" I
winked. He laughed aloud. "I promise you" I added. "I will get you some
action very soon mate". And with that I turned over and pretended to sleep.

A few minutes later Aaron came out of the bathroom, turned the lights out
and got into bed with his brother.

At midnight, thankfully both of them were asleep as I crept out of bed,
wrapped a towel around my waist and sneaked out of the room. As I left I
saw Aaron's used condom on the carpet, so I picked it up and carried it
down the corridor to room 402. As instructed it was on the latch so I crept
inside, and using the light of my phone I located Mr. Wilde.

I knelt down by his bed. "Sir, keep your eyes closed, stay still and don't
mutter a fucking word". He nodded. "Open your mouth" I said. He obeyed. I
slid my fingers along the used condom squeezing Aaron's cum up to the end,
allowing it to drip out into his fathers mouth. "That is your first taste
of your sons cum, sir, now stay the fuck still and keep quiet".

I left the side of Mr. Wilde's bed and crept under the covers of the other
bed, snuggling up to Mr fisher. I kissed his lips tenderly waking him
up. He was shocked, and went to speak "shhhhh sir" I commanded. "Mr. Wilde
is asleep".

"What are you doing in my bed, Curtis?"

"Sir, there's a couple of things you need to know". I whispered. "Firstly
I'm not gay, so this is a one-off, never to be repeated event, and
secondly, sir, whatever you try and say to talk me out of this during the
next few minutes, it will fall on deaf ears.  I came here to fuck you sir,
and I AM going to fuck you, OK?"

"Thank you Curtis". He said, kissing me back.

I threw the covers off onto the floor. "Get on your knees" I suggested. I
was aware that as he was a virgin, he would be open to suggestion and
needed coaxing along. "Put your head down on the pillow". He obeyed. "Lift
your ass up in the air. I knelt behind him. I was impressed to find out
that his ass, and even the hole, was completely smooth and clean. He smelt
like summer fruit. "We need to lube you up, sir" I said as I shoved my face
in between his cakes pulling them apart with my hands and locating his pink
hole with my tongue. I lapped at it, licked it, kissed it and tried to
force my tongue inside it as he jolted about with pleasure.

"Fuck me, Curtis". He whispered. I knelt up and shuffled up to his ass.

"Push out with all you're might fam, and don't shout". I whispered. As he
pushed, I slid my dick inside him inch by inch. "Keep pushing". I
instructed him.

"Ah this feels amazing, painful, but amazing... Push harder Curtis".

Using all my might I forced myself inside him until all eight inches were
buried inside him. "Are you ready sir?" I asked. Looking over to the next
bed to find out if Mr. Wilde was watching. He was indeed watching with an
intense look of jealousy on his face.

"Go Curtis". Mr. Fisher pleaded, "Fuck me like a bitch".

"You got it sir". I replied and began hurling myself in and out of his hot
and tight-as-fuck but very wet and sweaty hole. He kept repeating my name
as I fucked him harder than I'd fucked any ass before. He had no clue that
I was doing this to piss Mr. Wilde off, but I was highly turned on by the
fact that the jealous bitch in the next bed was powerless to do
anything. He was just lying there watching the boy he was infatuated with
fucking a rival.

"Sir your pussy is tight" I spoke up a little louder. It is like fucking an
eleven year old boy sir, it feels amazing.

I pulled out, asked him to turn over onto his back, lifted his legs up over
my shoulders and shuffled as close as possible, re-inserting my dick inside
him. My balls slapped against his ass as I banged him hard while staring
over at Mr. Wilde.

My stamina was probably enhanced by the fact that only two hours ago I had
emptied my balls into Bekki. I leaned down and kissed him, biting his lip
as my hips gyrated deeper and deeper into his ass. "I'm gonna cum sir,
squeeze ur ass sir, make it tighter" He obeyed and tightened his body's
grip on my pole sending me over the moon and into bliss. Hot cum poured out
of me and deep into him. He wrapped his legs around my back holding our
bodies tight together as I spasmed inside him.

I pulled out and rolled over. He changed places with me and gently licked
the head of my dick milking the last drop of cum out onto his tongue.

"Curtis, you are a-fucking-mazing, I know this was a one-off, but you have
helped me overcome my nerves and my fear, you are a wonderful boy and I'll
never forget this, if there is ever anything I can do for you, just ask,
ok".  "Thanks sir, I better go back to my room". As we stood up between the
beds, I noticed that Mr. Fisher had a rock hard dick. "You need to have a
wank sir".

"Yes Curtis, as soon as your gone, I will get to it".

"I can do you better than that sir". I leaned over to Mr. Wilde and slapped
his face lightly. "Stop pretending to be asleep sir, your talents are
needed". Mr. Fisher looked petrified. "Don't worry sir, Mr. Wilde gives
amazing head". I smiled, letting him know that Mr. Wilde had 'been
there'. "Oh, and, by the way, he'll probably wanna suck my cum out of your
ass". I laughed, and left the room, leaving them too it.

When I got back to my room, Aaron had sprawled himself out in the bed so
much that Aiden was literally hanging out the edge of his bed.

"Where did you go?". He said.

"Someone else needed fucking" I laughed. "Fam, you have no space to sleep
there, come and jump in mine".

"Are you sure?". He asked.

"I fucking insist". He got out of bed just wearing a pair of loose shorts
and followed me into my bed. I looked at him in the eyes and as I was so
confident that my first impressions of him had been correct, I promised:
"If I wasn't so damn tired from fucking two pussies tonight Aiden". I
paused. I'd fuck your ass, right here, right now".

"I know your joking". He said.  I decided to prove it, but leave him
hanging for a few days as I was exhausted, and doing anything in the
morning was too risky.

"I'm not joking fam" I moved closer to him and held the side of his face,
looking him in the eyes and edging my face closer to him until our lips
were less than an inch apart. "Kiss me, then". I said.

"I'm not falling for it, mate, I know your gonna laugh at..." I did all the
work, pushing my lips against his and holding his head still with my
hand. For twenty seconds or so he resisted still unsure if I was about to
beat him up.

Eventually he melted into the kiss, and I slid my tongue inside his
mouth. He was amateur, I could tell it was his first kiss, but the longer
it continued the more effort he put in and as he mirrored my movements over
the minutes he soon got the hang of it. Eventually I pulled away, not
really wanting to spend too ling kissing a boy whom I presumed to be gay,
so I broke the kiss, spooned him, pressing my naked dick against his
cheeks, lifted one arm around him, resting it gently on his chest, said
"goodnight" and drifted off to sleep.

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Earlier that evening back in Keynsham Thandi had knocked on her parents
bedroom door and was standing outside nervously waiting to be invited in.

"Who is it?" Charles called out

"It is me, sir?" Thandi courtsied instinctively even though they could not
see her through the door.

"We are trying to sleep Thandazi".

"Daddy, it is important". She wept.

A moment later the door opened. "What is it my daughter?" Deloris asked.

"Please mummy, I need to talk to you about my falling pregnant, I am having
nightmares".

"So now you want to tell us which dirty little bastard got his hands on our
easy-to-bed daughter". Charles pitched in. Deloris gave him 'the look'.

"From the moment I told you that I was pregnant, you have been calling me a
slut behind my back, daddy, never stopping to ask me if I had wanted this
man to touch me". She brought about more tears.

"What are you saying, my child, that you were not willing?" Deloris headed
in the right direction.

"Mummy, daddy, she looked from one to the other, I was raped, and I keep
dreaming about this man that dragged me into the bushes and made me do the
most dirty things".

"Oh my child" Deloris flung her arms around her daughter, "Why didn't you
say so earlier?"

"I was ashamed mummy" she looked Charles in the eyes "I am ashamed".

Charles jumped out of bed and thumped a hole in the wardrobe door. "Which
bastard took my daughters innocence?". He shouted. "Tell me his name, I
will go and kill him". Charles was serious. His anger infused with his
shame at thinking so low of his daughter.

"I did not see his face daddy, it was covered, I do not know him" Thandi
was crying convincingly, perhaps her tears were real, although their motive
was hidden.

"We need to tell the police". Charles shouted, punching the wall.

"No daddy, no police, no more pain, no more re-living it, I just want you
to forgive me daddy".

"My child, this is not your fault, may God destroy the bastard that
impregnated you, I will leave you with your mother, I need to go and clear
my head". Charles put on his trousers, shoes and a light jumper and stormed
out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

Mr. Mbwanga jumped in his car and drove out of his road, turning into the
high street and eventually out onto the Bath Road. He took his frustration
out on the gas pedal cruising along at over 100 miles per hour.  Moments
later the sound of sirens and the blue flashing lights added to his
sweat. "Fuck it" he said, as he pulled over, and switched his engine
off. The police car pulled up behind him, and PC Dave Stout got out of the
car and approached Mr. Mbwanga.

"Do you know why I have stopped you, sir?". PC Dave asked him.

"I know I was speeding officer, but it was the only way I could stop myself
from killing a man". Charles admitted.

"What does that mean?" PC Dave asked.

"Officer, you can book me for speeding, but may I please speak to you off
the record?"  Charles asked.

"Yes, sir, go on"

"Ten minutes ago, my daughter informed me that a few months ago she was
raped by a stranger in this very town, she has fallen pregnant by this
bastard, she does not know who the man was, and she has left it all these
months to talk about it. She does not want to report it to the police, what
do you advice me to do?"

"In those circumstances, there is nothing you can do sir" he said, not
knowing that Thandi was a child, "but I would advise you to get her to see
her GP as she may need to be tested for STD's and also undergo
counselling". Dave suggested.

"Thank you officer, mind you, when I get my hands on the bastard, you can
come and arrest me for murder, because I promise you that I WILL kill him".

PC Dave ignored the emotional rant. "Sir, in the light of what you have
told me, I will overlook the speeding offence on this occasion, now please
turn around and go back home to your daughter".

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The following morning I woke up to a hand fondling my hard
morning-glory. Assuming it to be Aiden, I kept my eyes closed and lay still
enjoying the hand-job. "Suck it" I whispered, not wanting to wake Aaron.
The covers were pulled off and a pair of warm lips engulfed my dick. "Mmmm,
feels good". I said, as a tongue slid up and down my hard shaft. Eventually
I opened my eyes and saw Mr. Wilde sucking my dick. The brothers had
already gone down to breakfast. I jumped up and upper-cutted Mr. Wilde to
the jaw. "When I said no, I fuckingwell meant no, pussyole". He backed off
the bed and I followed him, punching him several times to the stomach,
severely winding him. As he bent over in pain, I puched him a few more
times to the face.

"How could you do that to me, Curtis, humiliating me like that last night?"

"You broke the fucking rules sir, I said it was a one-off, and you keep
pestering me, I made a mistake in grabbing your balls in the corridor that
time, I was showing off, but I have made it clear to you a fucking lot sir,
that I am not interested. If you try anything again, I will beat you into
fucking hospital, and then you will have questions to answer won't you?".

"OK Curtis, ok, you have my word" he promised again.

"Your word is SHIT, and your a PRICK".

"Curtis, whose cum was it in the condom?". He changed the subject.

"It was Aaron's".

"Did you fuck him?". He asked.

"Not yet, not either of them, yet". I added. "Whattsapp me sir, I'm going
to breakfast". I dressed quickly and left the room... The conversation
carried on immediately by whattsapp, Mr. Wilde not noticing the danger in
writing such things.

'So, who did Aaron fuck?'

'I'm not a snake sir'. I replied. 'That's not for you to know'.

'But your supposed to be reporting to me'.

'No sir' I corrected him. 'You asked me to 'groom' your boys, to see if
either of them would be susceptible to fucking you'.

'Well actually, I want to fuck THEM'. He replied. 'And as you won't let me
fuck you, YOU are going to help me fuck my boys'.

'Sir, why do you have to involve me?, I'm not even gay sir.'

'Curtis, I have laid off you, after you have made it clear that you do not
want me to suck your dick again, but I have a lot of evidence on you too,
so and agreement is an agreement'.

'Ok sir, leave it with me'. That conversation was all rhetorical, there was
no new ground, but now I had it all in writing.

I had joined the other boys for breakfast. After we had eaten, we checked
out and loaded our stuff into the coach. We spend the morning and early
afternoon meandering around a science museum, although I was not really
interested.

Unlike Mr. Wilde, Mr. Fisher kept to the agreement, keeping at a distance
and showing no signs of stalking. He did buy me lunch, but treated me
exactly like all the other kids. We had a mutual respect. I had given him
the boost that he needed to get on with his life, and he had been a very
worthwhile NUMBER THIRTEEN, and enabled me to get Mr. Wilde off my back
once and for all. He didn't even tell me if Mr. Wilde HAD sucked his dick,
but, you know what, I didn't wanna know anyway. It was what it was.

Aaron and Aiden, on the other hand, were both following me around like an
entourage. Aaron seemed to look up to me like Dwayne does, and after all, I
did get him laid, he couldn't stop thanking me for that. Aiden's attention
was a bit more concerning, it was more like his fathers, adding him to the
tally would be a risk, and I wanted to get it out of the way. Perhaps he
would be next. The coach journey back was quiet as the majority were asleep
and we arrived back in keynsham in the early evening to a playground full
of waiting parents, and one bike in the bike-park. I was the only pupil NOT
to be collected by a parent, but my faithful bike carried me home as fast
as it could as I was desperate to see if mum was back, although I had not
heard from Danilo.

I arrived home and went straight upstairs to check mum's room, there was no
change. I knew Danilo was in because music was blasting out from his room,
so I barged in on him, as had become my custom, he was on his bed him
fucking some chick.

"Wassup mate?" He said, as he continued banging her. "Did you have a good
trip?". I gave him the thumbs up and indicated to him to get on with his
fucking.

I retired to my room, and fell asleep quickly. Tomorrow was gonna be
another day. It was a open-trial day at the athletics club, where
non-members could come and try out all the events, and I had arranged to
meet Aiden, Aaron, Dwayne and Dale at the busstop at 9am to take them all
along.

I unpacked my bag, putting the unsold weed back in my stash, and adding the
£100 I had taken that morning to the drug money wrap, which now had
£690. As I climbed into bed, I called Thandi. "Did you do it?".

"Yes babes". She said.

"And did they believe you?".

"Yes babes. Of course my father stormed off, yet again making this 'all
about him'. He beat Dwayne when he came back, simply for 'still being awake
after midnight on a school night', even though it was him slamming the
doors that woke everyone up. Dwayne can't wait to get out and follow
Tawanda into the army".  "And your father cannot see what he is doing to
the family". I pointed out, projecting my feelings about my own father onto
Thandi.

"Curtis, whatever you do" she pleaded. "Do not fuck up our child".

I thought for a moment. "If it ever looks like I am starting to", this was
deep, "get rid of me". I meant it too.

"Goodnight Curtis". She was gone.

I snuggled into my duvet, and drifted off to sleep to the sound of Danilo
banging his headboard into my wall as he fucked the girl he had brought
home.

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