Date: Thu, 14 Dec 2017 00:10:03 +0100
From: Lewis Morales <lewsmorals@mail.com>
Subject: Bailey and Me 12

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 between and adult and a
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*12*


Bailey slowly and seductively kissed my neck, before his tongue snaked its
way down to my chest and found my nipple. I was totally aroused by the
sensation of him licking and sucking on my nub; it made me groan in sheer,
unfettered pleasure and I yearned for this moment to last forever. But as I
turned my head to the side, I noticed the time on my bedside clock. It was
after 5am and I knew that meant he was already late for training. I was
suddenly caught between my dual roles of lover and teacher; I desperately
wanted this tactile foreplay to continue, but I also knew how important it
was for him to be on time for swimming training.

"We need to stop," I barely managed to whisper between moans, as his tongue
continued tickling and teasing at my nipple, sending wave after wave of
pleasure through my body.

"Why?" he mumbled into my chest, barely interrupting his assault.

"Because you're late for training," I said. He immediately stopped what he
was doing and sat upright.

"Fuck!" he cried out, before thumping his fist into the mattress like a
petulant child. I watched his anguished face as he weighed up his options;
to stay or to go? He took a deep breath, then groaned in frustration as he
reluctantly climbed out of bed. I desperately wanted him to stay, but I
knew he was making the right choice.

After he departed for the pool, I lay in my bed feeling happy about my
decision to move things forward. Since meeting Bailey just over two months
ago I had been totally bowled-over by his mix of incredible charm, wily
intellect, and engaging persona. Despite having had reservations about
getting into a relationship with him at first, I was now feeling pleased
with my decision to push beyond my comfort zone. I realised that I cared
for him, and I wanted to get past my insecurities and doubts to create a
future with him.

I found myself wanting to be with him every moment of the day. But it
seemed like the universe had a different plan for us, as Bailey's intensive
preparation for the junior world championships meant that we barely got to
see one other over the next few days. Instead we had to make-do with a
polite smile or a subtle wink as we passed in the hallways between classes
or training sessions. Even our regular Wednesday date-night got
postponed. I wanted nothing more than to spend time with him, but alas our
plans were thwarted by his schedule.

I was supervising evening study time in the boarding house later in the
week when Bailey's sudden appearance brought a smile to my face. I noticed
that he was carrying some loose pages in his hand as he walked towards me,
and I began wondering whether we were going to have a re-enactment of our
previous encounter in this spot. "Hey, how have you been?" I asked. He
moved a chair close beside me and sat down so that our thighs were touching
under the table where nobody could see. His face was filled by his gorgeous
smile, and I had to resist the urge to reach over and kiss him.

"I'm great thank you, sir," he responded rather loudly, meaning that anyone
within earshot would easily have heard him. No doubt he was trying to make
it seem that this was just a normal interaction between a teacher and
student, and his cheeky smirk showed me that he knew exactly what he was
doing. "I thought I should give you these," he continued, much more softly,
as he handed me the sheets of paper.

"What's all this?" I asked inquisitively.

"This first page gives you information about the swimming camp. I thought
you should probably know some of the details seeing as you're coming along
as supervisor."

"How do you know that I'm coming on swimming camp?" I asked him. "I didn't
tell you about that."

"Really?" he said, shooting me a disbelieving look. "I wonder why Coach
Foster asked you to come along as supervisor?" he asked
sarcastically. "Wherever would he have gotten that idea from?"

"So it wasn't just a coincidence then?" I asked.

"What do you reckon?" he responded with a sassy grin. I smiled back at him.

"And what are these then?" I asked, looking at the other pages he had given
me.

"Those are the forms to register you as my chaperone at the junior world
championships in London," he replied.

"What?" I replied in shock.

"Because I'm seventeen I need an adult to supervise me when I go to London
in a few weeks. My parents are too busy, and Coach Foster has too many
swimmers to take care of, so I need to find a responsible adult who can
keep me out of trouble. I figured you could be my responsible adult," he
said with a smile on his face.

"Oh wow!" I replied. I was stunned. "What about school?" I asked.

"The competition is in the school holidays, so we won't have to worry. And
I figured that seeing as we're going all the way to London, we might stay
on for a few days after the meet is over and, y'know, learn about
history...or something," he said. When he said `or something' he winked at
me, his tone intimating to me that he was hatching some kind of plan. I
grinned back at him.

"It certainly sounds like quite a plan," I replied. I was impressed by just
how much effort and trouble he had gone to.

"Yep. So you fill in these forms and we can register you as my
chaperone. Then we can have a good time in London," he said.

"You have thought of everything, haven't you?" I asked him.

"You seem surprised," he replied sarcastically before getting up and
walking away.

It was later that week, when I was making the most of a quiet evening alone
in front of my television, that I heard a very soft knock on my door. It
was almost midnight, and I wondered who would be up and about at this
time. I opened the door to see Bailey staring back at me. The sight of his
handsome face and stunning blue eyes made my heart skip a beat.

"Hey," he whispered.

"Hey yourself," I responded softly as I smiled at him.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" I replied.

"Probably," he smirked back at me.

I knew that I should send him back to bed, but instead I grabbed his hand
and pulled him inside my apartment. I thrust my mouth against his and we
began kissing with a sense of urgency. I tried to make up for lost time as
I pushed my tongue against his lips. He opened up to let me inside, and
after a moment I could feel his tongue pushing back into my mouth. We stood
there joined at the lips, chests and hips, as our hands began roaming and
exploring each other's bodies. I allowed my fingers to travel up his toned
arms, across his broad shoulders, and down his muscular back before coming
to rest at the top of his firm buttocks. He groaned in appreciation as he
pulled me even more tightly against him.

Just as he had done a few mornings ago, Bailey began kissing his way down
my neck; the sensation of his mouth and tongue against my sensitive skin
was driving me wild and I could feel my throbbing hard-on pushing into his
groin. Overcome with desire, I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled
it over his head before running my hands up, down, and all over his naked
torso. I seductively played with his exposed nipples and caressed his firm
pectoral muscles, causing him to moan in delight. A few moments later he
removed my shirt, allowing our chests to rub together sensually as we
continued kissing with an animalistic fervour. I moved my mouth down and
began licking his nipples, first gently, then more aggressively. As my
tongue explored his chest, I allowed my hands to wander, rubbing all over
his torso, then up and down his tight abs, before finally coming to rest
against the outline of his hardened cock. I began stroking and massaging
his engorged manhood, again causing him to groan with pleasure.

When I opened my eyes I noticed the look of desire on his face, willing me
to keep going. I wasted no time, as my fingers quickly shucked his shorts
and boxer-briefs to the ground. Bailey took this as permission, as he
reached forward and kissed me on the lips while his fingers unclipped my
trousers and pulled down my underwear. For the first time, the beautiful
teen and I stood before one another completely naked, our cocks throbbing
as we stared at one other.

He lunged forward and kissed me hard on the lips, his tongue driving into
my mouth with a burning desire. His fingers moved down to my groin and he
began stroking and caressing my engorged member. I quickly returned the
favour, with my fingers fondling and rubbing his hardened phallus before
swirling across the knob to spread his pre-cum. I massaged the head with
one hand as I moved the other down to his balls, kneading and rubbing
them. His incessant groaning was becoming so loud, and his cock so hard,
that I thought he was about to explode. We continued kissing, licking,
groping and fondling one another for several more minutes.

Not wanting this moment to end just yet I pulled away from Bailey, grabbing
him by the hand and dragging him into my bathroom. I turned on the shower
and pulled our naked bodies into the spray. We stood under the cascading
water and kissed as we resumed our tactile exploration of one another's
bodies. After a few minutes Bailey broke our physical contact, as he leaned
past me and took the liquid soap from the shelf. He pooled some of the soap
in his hands before slowly and gently rubbing it across my chest, sides and
back. Next he moved his soapy fingers down to my leaking cock, one hand
stroking me gently while the other massaged my balls and taint. After
repeating this a few more times he very gently spun me around and pressed
me against the wall face-first. Suddenly I felt his fingers creeping
between my arse-cheeks and brushing against my hole. The sensation was
electric and I let out a beastly moan. Then he leant his entire body
against me, grinding against my buttocks while he kissed and licked the
back of my neck. I could feel his thickness rubbing between my soapy
arse-cheeks as he ran his hands up and down my back and sides seductively
while he chewed on my neck and ear-lobe.

I groaned as he released the pressure on my back. I saw Bailey drop to his
knees then felt him spreading my arse-cheeks with his fingers before
thrusting his tongue against my virgin rosebud. I closed my eyes and
screamed with lust when he began rimming me, showing me how much pleasure
could be derived from arse-play. As his tongue pushed its way inside my
passage, I moaned hungrily, willing him to keep going. He continued
foisting his tongue in and out of my arse, with his fingers soon joining in
on the exploration and driving me closer and closer to the edge. I could
feel my hips thrusting involuntarily, almost like I was humping the wall of
the shower. He kept licking, probing and sucking, and it wasn't long before
I could feel my balls tightening in my sack. Just as I was on the verge of
cumming, he suddenly stopped his assault and grabbed a hold of my hips,
using his strength to turn my body around so that my back was now against
the cold tiles and my cock was in his face. He didn't hesitate; he dived
straight onto my throbbing manhood and sucked it down into his mouth. I
barely lasted more than a few thrusts before I exploded, shooting warm jets
of cum across his tongue. Time seemed to stand still as blast after blast
of my juices spewed into his welcoming mouth. It was the most intense
orgasm I had experienced in my life, and I let out an involuntary cry of
exasperation as I came.

It took a few moments for me to recover from my earth-shattering eruption,
and when I finally got my breath back I realised that Bailey was standing
beside me and holding me tightly as he softly kissed my neck and rubbed my
back. I pulled his face towards mine and pushed my lips against his,
driving my tongue inside his mouth and tasting my seed. We stood there
kissing for a few moments before he reached around and turned the water
off. He took my hand and helped me from the shower, taking the towel off
the rack and using it to dry my body. The feeling of his hands caressing my
body immediately made me hard again, even though I had only just cum a few
moments ago.

He again took me by the hand as he led me into the bedroom. He directed our
naked bodies towards the bed, laying down and pulling me alongside him. We
intertwined our limbs and we continued to kiss, this time more slowly and
tenderly than before. We used our hands to gently explore one another's
firm, naked bodies as we flirtatiously wrestled for dominance. I pushed
Bailey onto his back and lay on top of him, feeling his hardened cock
rubbing against my own. I began grinding my hips against his as I kissed
his mouth and gripped his fingers in my own. I enjoyed being on top of him
and taking charge, but I was also becoming increasingly concerned about
where this was heading. Although I was incredibly turned-on, the idea of
his large cock entering my arse made me start to panic - I didn't know if I
was ready to take him in my virgin hole just yet.

It was as if he could sense my fear, as he suddenly broke the
silence. "It's ok. We can stop whenever you want to," he said. We stopped
grinding our hips together as we lay there staring at each other. "I know
this is your first time with a guy, and I don't want to do anything you're
not ready to do." Although I was relieved to hear this, at the same time I
felt like I was disappointing him because of my lack of prowess and
experience. I so desperately wanted to give myself completely to Bailey,
but I just didn't know if I was ready to take the final step. I collapsed
onto his chest, feeling defeated. He enveloped me completely in his arms,
pulling our bodies together and holding me reassuringly.

"It's ok," he said comfortingly. "There's no rush. Tonight has been
amazing. Let's just take things slowly," he said very softly as his hands
softly stroked up and down my back. He rolled our bodies over so that we
were now spooning on our sides.

"I really do want to have sex with you," I muttered softly. "I just don't
know if I can do it."

"Steve," he said as he kissed me gently and rubbed my chest with his
hand. "I understand completely. I don't want you to do anything you're not
ready to do."

"I'm scared," I said. "I'm so sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry," he replied. "You never have to be sorry for
how you feel," he repeated as he stared into my eyes.

There was a long pause as we continued staring at one another. "What's it
like?" I finally asked him.

"Sex?" he asked.

"Yeah. What was your first time like?"

"Honestly, the mental anguish was so much tougher than the physical
act. Once I got past my hang-ups, and got my head around what I was going
to do, it was the most incredible moment of my life. It felt amazing
because I was having sex with someone I really cared about. It felt like
our two bodies were merging into one," he said.

"Won't it hurt?" I asked.

"A little at first, but then the rush takes over and the sensation is truly
mind-blowing," he said. We stared at each other for a few moments while I
thought about what he was saying. "You trust me, don't you?" he asked.

"Of course I do."

"Would you let me show you how pleasurable it can be?" he asked.

"How?" I asked worriedly, wondering exactly what he was expecting me to do.

"Don't panic, we're not going to do anything tonight," he said reassuringly
as his hand continued to rub up against me. I exhaled a sigh of relief.
"But I have thought of a way that I can show you how enjoyable sex can be.
Sometime soon I'd really like to show you."

Neither of us mentioned the issue again that night. I rolled onto my other
side so that we were spooning, with his chest firmly against my back and
his arms holding me tight. We lay silently, wrapped in each other's arms,
and before long we had both drifted off to sleep.


*****

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