Date: Mon, 4 Dec 2017 12:35:05 +0100
From: Lewis Morales <lewsmorals@mail.com>
Subject: Bailey and Me 10

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.

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*10*


I drove us to an Italian restaurant about 40 miles from the school,
figuring that nobody would recognise us there. The angst and silence that
had characterised the early part of our journey gave way to a sense of
comfort and ease as we chatted and laughed. I relaxed, enjoying Bailey's
company and, despite my initial concerns, having a wonderful evening. When
dinner was over, we walked side-by-side towards my car in the parking
lot. I felt Bailey's hand brush against my own and the sensation sent a
shiver down my spine. I fought against my natural instinct to pull away,
instead taking his hand in mine and holding onto it while we walked. He
smiled at me to acknowledge the big step I was taking.

"I'm sorry about earlier," I said after we had settled into the car and
started our journey home.

"It's ok, Steve. I've told you that you never have to apologise for how you
feel. Let's just take this one day at a time," he responded as his reached
over and place his hand on top of mine. "We don't have to rush into
anything," he said as we continued our way back to school.

It was after 10 o'clock by the time we made it back to the boarding
house. As I showered and prepared for bed I couldn't stop thinking about
Bailey. I was impressed by the way he had remained so calm this evening
when I had been losing my mind; it was almost as if I was behaving like the
puerile teenager while he was being the mature and responsible one. He was
so caring and gentle with me, and so sympathetic towards my every need. My
attraction to him was growing stronger with every passing minute.

Although I had been hoping for a restful and much-needed sleep, my
unconscious mind had other plans. It wasn't long before my dreams turned
erotic, with Bailey and I again featuring in my fantasy. I found myself
naked in my bed with Bailey beside me. The gorgeous teenager kissed me
sensually on the lips before pushing me onto my back and kissing his way
down my neck and chest. His lips continued down past my stomach, and it
wasn't long before his mouth was in close proximity to my groin. He thrust
his lips down onto my throbbing penis, taking my manliness deep inside his
mouth until the knob-liked head of my cock bumped against the back of his
throat. He backed off slightly as he started sucking and licking the shaft,
causing me to groan with pleasure. After his tongue swiped up an offering
of my pre-cum, he let my pulsing member fall back onto my abdomen so he
could begin sucking on my nuts. My puffing and groaning told him that I was
enjoying the sensation from his mouth's exploration, and it seemed to
encourage him to press on. After tonguing my balls for a few moments he
slowly slid it down behind my tight pouch and into the flesh between my
balls and hole. I groaned even louder than before. He continued licking
along the smooth skin until his tongue found its way into the crease of my
butt. I gasped even more loudly as he began to push in more firmly, and
before I knew what was happening he was lapping at my tight pucker. I was
loving it. I began thrusting my butt back onto his probing tongue, and he
matched my thrusts, adding more pressure with his tongue as he began
driving it inside me. In just a few seconds he was penetrating my virgin
hole, digging his tongue inside as far as he could make it go. The
sensations were overpowering. He continued to stab my tender hole with such
intensity that I was afraid his jaw might actually lock up. "I'm gonna
cum!" I shouted just moments before rope after rope of hot juices erupted
from my cock. I suddenly woke to find my body bathed in a sheen of sweat
and cum. For the second time in a week, my unconscious mind had betrayed my
earlier protestations, as it played out a wicked, gay-sex fantasy between
Bailey and me.

The combination of Bailey's busy swimming schedule and my never-ending list
of jobs and duties meant we didn't get to see much of each other for the
next few days. That all changed on Friday evening. I was cooking dinner in
my apartment when I heard someone knocking at my door. "Mr McQueen can I
please ask for your opinion on my homework?" Bailey called out in an
unnecessarily loud voice, clearly making sure that the other students would
hear and therefore not be wondering why he was entering my apartment. I
smiled to myself as I opened the door, wondering what plan he was hatching
this time.

"So I've been thinking..." he whispered softly as the opening door revealed
his masculine form standing in the entrance to my apartment. My eyes took
in the sight of the beautiful teenager who, despite being dressed in plain
and unflattering clothing, suddenly made me feel weak at the knees. "I
think I might have given you the wrong impression about me."

"How so?" I responded as I gestured to invite him inside.

"What you said in the car on Wednesday night has really got me
thinking. I'm worried that you think I'm just some horny teenager who is
wanting to get laid," he said to me as I closed the door behind him to
ensure nobody could overhear our conversation. "I'm worried that I've given
you the impression that this whole thing is just about sex."

"Bailey, I didn't mean to..." I began, but he cut me off.

"No, it's ok," he interjected as he took my hand in his and directed us
both to the couch. We sat beside each other, our thighs touching as he
stared into my eyes. "I'm not upset, Steve, I'm just worried that I've
given you the wrong impression about what you mean to me." There was a
brief pause as we stared at each other; my mind wondering where this was
leading. "I realise this is probably my own fault - after everything that
happened with Kyle and me I could understand why you might think that way
about me," he said as his thumb stroked along the top of my hand. "And I
realise that all of this is new to you. I completely understand where your
fear is coming from and why you're confused by everything I've said and
done. I guess I have been sending you some mixed signals."

I was staring at the teenager sitting beside me and wondering how he got to
be so wise for someone of such a young age. It was like he could read all
of my doubts and fears. "Something tells me you have come up with a plan,"
I quipped, already knowing that it would be the case.

"Of course I have," he replied with a cheeky smirk. I smiled back at
him. "Tonight, I'd like to spend the night here with you," he said.

"Oh Bailey, I really don't think that..." I began to rebuff him, the smile
quickly disappearing from my face as I pulled my hand away from his. He cut
me off before I got any further into my rejection of his proposal.

"Please, just hear me out," he interjected. "Remember I said you needed to
push yourself out of your comfort zone and try new things instead of taking
the easy option? Remember I said you needed to challenge yourself to
discover who you really are and what you really want? Well this is one of
those times," he said.

"Bailey I'm not sure..." I again repudiated, but his intense stare stopped
me from saying anything further.

"Steve, I want you to trust me. I know your natural instinct is to say no
because it's the stress-free option, but that's not going to help you work
out how you really feel about all of this is it? If you don't push your
boundaries a little bit, you will never find out who you really are and
what you really want," he responded. I broke eye contact as I thought about
what he was suggesting. "Tonight I want to stay here with you and just
talk. I want us to sleep in the same bed and really get to know each
other. No funny business, I promise."

I wasn't sure how to respond. I knew that if said yes I would be breaking
all the rules, not to mention pushing beyond my instinctive limits. But
there was something about his insistence that seemed to sap my willpower.

"I want you to know how much you mean to me. I want to really get to know
you. I want to experience what it's like to fall asleep and wake up beside
someone who cares about me as much as I care about you," he said. I looked
up at him and saw him staring back at me, hoping for my approval.

"I'm really not sure, Bailey," I responded. I again broke eye contact and
turned away from him. A part of me wanted to say yes, but I was scared.

"I'm asking you to trust me," he said as he reached out and again took hold
of my hand. I felt a rush of electricity surge through my body as he
tenderly stroked his thumb along the top of my hand. "I want to show you
that you can trust me. I need to prove to you that this about so much more
than sex. I'm asking you to open up your heart to me. Please."

"But what if we get caught?" I asked as I looked back into his eyes.

"We won't get caught," he responded confidently. "I've got it all
planned. Old man Browne is on duty tonight, and everyone knows that once
he's asleep it would take an earthquake to wake him. Leave your door
unlocked and I'll sneak in after final checks. I have to get up to go to
training at dawn tomorrow morning, so I'll be gone before anyone else wakes
up. Trust me, I've got this all planned out," he reassured me.

I reluctantly agreed to trust him, then spent the next few hours watching
television in my apartment while I waited for Mr Browne to complete the
final inspection. I felt very nervous about the prospect of Bailey being in
my bed, partly because of my fear of getting caught, but mostly because of
the fear of moving beyond my comfort zone. It was one thing to admit that
we both had feelings for one another and to sneak a few kisses here and
there, but to have him in my bed was altogether something else. I still
didn't know if I was ready to do this. As I sat in the chair watching
television I was unable to concentrate on anything other than my doubts and
fears.

It was about 11 o'clock when I heard Mr Browne setting the alarm and
turning off the hallway lights. I knew this meant that all the students
were accounted for and he was off to bed. I checked to make sure my
apartment door was unlocked before turning off my light and waiting. The
minutes seemed to drag on for hours, and I must have dozed off in my
chair. I was woken by the sensation of a pair of soft lips kissing lightly
against my own.  "Sorry it took so long," he whispered. "I had to make sure
that Mr Browne was asleep." He took me by the hand and pulled me up from
the chair, leading me towards the bedroom. Even in the darkness he could
see the fear in my eyes. "I promise you that tonight I just want to sleep
in the bed beside you," he whispered to me. "I just want to lay there with
you and get to know who you really are. I want us to just be ourselves with
no-one else around."

When we reached my bedroom I paused and wondered what I should wear;
ordinarily I slept naked, but I didn't want to send the wrong signals to
the teenager I would be sharing the bed with. I nervously looked across at
Bailey who had already removed his shirt and shorts, leaving just his
boxer-briefs on as he climbed into the bed. He patted the sheet beside him
to indicate that I should do the same. I was feeling incredibly nervous as
I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed. I made sure to leave a
large gap between our bodies.

"So now what?" I asked. My heart was racing a thousand miles an hour.

"Let's just talk," he replied so very calmly.

"About what?" I asked. I was feeling unbelievably tense.

"How about aliens. What are your thoughts - do you think extra-terrestrials
exist?" he asked, causing us both to giggle at the absurdity of the
situation. The joke helped to defuse some of the anxiety that had been
building.

"I'm really nervous, Bailey," I said when we had stopped laughing.

"I know," he said as he reached out and placed his hand on mine. He didn't
make any further moves, he just lay there staring at me as he softly
stroked his thumb along the top of my hand.

"How did you know that you were gay?" I asked after a long silence.

"You need to stop thinking about sexuality in binary terms," he replied.

I was confused by his response. "What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"You know, ones and zeros. Absolute terms. You're thinking about sexuality
like it's an absolute - you know, on or off, man or woman, gay or straight,
one or zero. You're thinking in black and white but the reality is
different; sexuality, like life, is full of shades of grey. I'm attracted
to you because of who you are not because of what gender you are. Society
has become so fixated on labels and absolutes, but the really interesting
parts are those that lie in between. Stop worrying about whether you're gay
or straight, stop worrying about whether you're supposed to be in a
relationship with a man or a woman, and don't look to labels to find your
answers. You just need to listen to what your heart is telling you."

There was a long silence while I thought about what he said. "Is that how
it happened for you?" I asked.

"Yeah," he responded. "I realised that I was attracted to Ben and I knew
that I wanted more than just friendship from him. It didn't matter that he
was a guy, it mattered that I really cared about him. I had to look past
the labels and decide what I wanted for myself."

"So there wasn't one moment when you just decided you were gay?" I asked.

"No, it wasn't like that. I didn't just wake up one morning and decide,
`I'm gay'. Life isn't always so black and white."

I lay there thinking about what he was saying. He was right - I had become
so caught up in my own worries and fears about whether I was gay, and I had
become so hung up on society's labels, that I had automatically rejected
the idea of intimacy and written off any prospect of having a relationship
with him. I looked across to see him staring back at me. "I'm so sorry," I
whispered.

"You've got to stop apologising," he said as he smiled at me. "I really
care about you, Steve. Like I said, this is the first time that you've ever
faced this kind of challenge in your life. Let's just take this slowly. We
have all the time in the world." His words felt so reassuring and
comforting. I leant forward and gently kissed him on the lips. It was a
soft, slow kiss and he made sure to let me set the pace so that I was
comfortable.

I felt an overwhelming desire to feel his body against mine, so I reached
out and grabbed Bailey by the arm, pulling him towards me as I turned onto
my side. He instinctively followed my lead as he rolled onto his side and
before long we were spooning in the middle of my bed. He wrapped his arm
around me as his torso enveloped mine. I could feel his chest against my
back as he pulled me tightly against him. Despite my earlier nervousness
about the situation, I was now feeling completely calm as I lay there
encircled in his frame. Within a few minutes we had both drifted off to
sleep.

I woke just before 5 o'clock the next morning. I could still feel Bailey's
chest against my back indicating that we had barely moved through the
night. His legs were entangled in mine and his arms were wrapped around me,
holding me so close that could I feel his breath on my neck. Last night I
had been worried about him being in my bed, but this morning I felt so
happy knowing that he was there.

I desperately needed to pee, so I managed to extricate myself from his
vice-like grip before making my way to the bathroom. As I came back to bed
I stopped for a moment to appreciate the sight of the beautiful teenager
lying in his boxer-briefs, flat on his back and fast asleep in my bed. I
stood there watching as his chest moved up and down in time with his
breathing. I took the opportunity to gaze upon the full extent of the
handsome young man and admire every angle of his toned physique. Even
though he was only seventeen, the thousands of hours he spent swimming up
and down the pool had given him a tanned, athletic body that I found both
masculine and desirable. Until recently I wouldn't have thought it possible
that I could covet another man's physical form, but this morning I felt
differently. As I stood there staring at Bailey I realised that I wanted to
wake up next to this beautiful young man every morning. I realised that
everything I had said over the past few days about not wanting to get
involved with Bailey was just my fear talking. This boy, this beautiful
boy, had stolen my heart and I knew that I wanted to be with him for the
rest of my life.

I was about to climb back into my bed and enwrap myself in his limbs once
more, when I suddenly got a better idea. Even though I had never thought
about another man's physicality in a sexual way before, there was something
about the sight of him in my bed this morning that was causing me to feel
overwhelmed with desire. I couldn't stop staring at the hunk who was in his
underwear and less than a metre from where I was standing. I suddenly felt
a yearning to explore the form of the desirable man in my bed; I don't know
what came over me but it was like a powerful, animalistic hunger had taken
control of my body.

I had never had the occasion to intimately touch another man before, and I
was surprised by just how soft and supple his skin felt against my
fingertips as they rubbed against him. I allowed my hands to explore all
over his beautiful, athletic frame as I surveyed every contour and crevice
of his torso. After caressing his muscular arms and shoulders, I brushed my
fingers over his toned, hairless pecs, gently fondling his nipples and
tracing along his tightly defined muscles. I began moving my hands
downwards, gently stroking across his defined abdominal muscles before
running along his v-lines and down towards his boxer-briefs.

As my hands slowly made their way down his sternum, I could see that his
manhood was expanding in response to the sensation; clearly he was enjoying
the exploration of his body as much as I was. I had never touched another
penis before, and before I knew what I was doing, I found myself rubbing
against the soft outline of his boxer-briefs. I could feel him expanding as
I continued rubbing my fingers up and down the outline of his shaft. My
repeated actions were causing his erection to grow, and it wasn't long
before a drop of pre-cum moistened the front of his underpants. I was
overcome with a powerful desire to hold it in my hand, so I gently pulled
down the front of his briefs and exposed his hardened member. His uncovered
cock was about 7 inches long and I noticed that his balls were large and
hung close to his body. A force outside of my body seemed to take control
of me as my fingers began tracing their way along the bare flesh, causing
it to grow even harder and longer. I wrapped my fingers around his broad
appendage and began stroking along the shaft and tip with one hand, while
moving the other down to explore his balls and taint. The sensation caused
the teenager to emit an involuntary groan as he began to leak a serious
amount pre-cum. I continued rubbing, fondling and exploring for a few
minutes, and I almost jumped with fright when I suddenly heard him
breathlessly speak. "If you don't stop soon, I'm going to cum."

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