Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2017 04:21:07 +0100
From: Lewis Morales <lewsmorals@mail.com>
Subject: Bailey and Me 13

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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*13*


As a new day began, I was feeling happier than I had been in a long time.
My relationship with Bailey had put me on top of the world, and it wasn't
just me who seemed to notice. A few of the staff commented on my happy
demeanour over dinner that night, and when Mr Browne said "..well I want
some of whatever you're having," I almost choked on my food. If only he
knew.

The following afternoon I was walking past the senior common room on my way
back to my apartment when I heard someone call out to me.  "Mr McQueen!" he
shouted. I turned to see who it was.

"Err...yes...Kyle, what can I do for you?" I responded awkwardly as I saw
him walking towards me wearing nothing more than his trademark skimpy
boxer-briefs. I was helpless to stop my eyes from travelling slowly up the
hunk's delectable physique, surveying his magnificently muscular thighs,
tight abs, defined chest, and broad shoulders before finally ending up at
his handsome face. There was no denying that I found the footballer
incredibly attractive, and I could feel my cock growing uncomfortably in my
trousers at the very sight of him. Fortunately I was holding a folder of
student test papers in my hand at the time, so I was able to hide my
affliction from view.

"Sir, someone has taken something from my room," he said to me. In my time
as a boarding master I had quickly learned that personal items went
walkabouts far too frequently in a house filled with teenage boys. Partly
this was due to the fact that they could be careless with their personal
items and leave them lying around, but it was also a consequence of living
amongst a group of teenage boys who would borrow and use each others
belongings without asking, just as brothers might do in their own home.

"Was it something valuable?" I asked.

"Well, not in money terms, but it's something that I need. I was talking to
Bailey about it and he said I should report it to you," he replied.

My ears pricked up at the mention of Bailey's name. The very thought of
Kyle and Bailey having been together immediately grabbed my attention.
"What was taken?" I asked.

"My lube," he responded entirely nonchalantly. "And it was the good stuff
too, not that cheap crap," he continued. My jaw almost hit the ground. The
way he spoke, it was almost as if he were reporting a missing bag or phone
charger. His blasé demeanour left me shocked as I was again taken
aback by his heightened self-confidence. He was so cocky that he hadn't
even flinched as he stood there in his underwear telling me about his
missing sex products. After everything that Bailey had told me about Kyle's
deviant streak, the thought of Kyle's missing lube suddenly caused my mind
to race as it invented all manner of possible scenarios. I wondered whether
he and Bailey had been using this same lubricant in their many and varied
sexual trysts. I imagined Kyle's bulky muscles twitching and tensing in
anticipation as Bailey coated his thick cock with the very same lubricant
before driving it hard inside his passage and pounding him until their
muscular, teenage physiques gave out. I visualised them having sex in every
possible position: Kyle lying on his back with Bailey holding his legs in
the air and pounding him; Kyle on top as Bailey lay on his back and thrust
up into him; Kyle down on all fours while Bailey plunged his 7" manhood
into his boy-pussy from behind. My mind flooded with a myriad of options,
causing my already hardened cock to expand even further.

I was struggling to maintain my composure as I stood there in front of the
scantily-dressed, teenage hunk.  "Um...er...ah..." I muttered in
response. "Let's just...ah...wait and...um...see if it...err...turns up," I
rambled unintelligibly before scarpering back to my room. I didn't know how
else to respond; it was another one of those increasingly frequent
occasions where my University training left me completely unprepared for
the situation I found myself faced with.

I continued holding the folder in front of my groin as I hurried back to my
apartment, desperately hoping that nobody would notice my obvious
erection. As I closed the door behind me, I leant against it and breathed
an audible sigh of relief to be back in the relative safety of my room. The
conversation with Kyle had left me feeling all flushed, and at the same
time the rumination of his sexual pursuits left me highly aroused. I needed
to release the pressure on my throbbing cock before I exploded, so I made
my way across my apartment to get changed. As I walked into my bedroom I
noticed that there was a box sitting on my bed with a giant bow on top. I
wondered who might have sent the package, and how it had come to be sitting
on my bed, but the unmarked parcel gave no indication of its origin. With
no clues forthcoming I decided to just open it to see what was inside. As I
lifted the lid I was shocked to see that it contained a bottle of Swiss
Navy anal lube which, I figured, must have belonged to Kyle.

I suddenly realised that this had been a set-up from the very beginning,
and this entire fiasco reeked of Bailey's handy-work. He would have known
exactly what he was doing when he took the bottle from Kyle's bedroom, and
I realised that he must have convinced Kyle to report it missing knowing
how I would react. "That fucker," I muttered to no-one in particular as I
began to chuckle at Bailey's audacious stunt. The kid certainly had a
wicked sense of humour, and I continued giggling to myself as I placed the
lid back on the box and put it inside my wardrobe.

When I opened the door to my office just after lunch the following day, I
was surprised to see Bailey sitting in my office chair with his feet
propped up on my desk. His busy training schedule meant that I had barely
seen him in days, and I could feel my heart fluttering as I stood there
smiling at the handsome teen. I closed the door and put my brief-case on
the ground. I stood silently staring at his beautiful face as I waited for
him to make the first move in this seductive dance.

"So did you enjoy the gift I sent you?" he finally said after a long and
controlled silence.

I decided that two could play this game, and I left a paused while I
considered my response. "Oh was that from you?" I responded
sarcastically. We both smirked.

"I thought you might enjoy it," he replied. Bailey knew me well, and he
would have known exactly how I had reacted. "I can only imagine what went
through your mind," he quipped.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I responded smugly.

"Indeed I would," he replied. His handsome smile and sultry eyes made me
quiver. I could feel my cock growing hard in my pants, but I didn't want to
give in to him so easily. "So why don't you come over here and tell me what
was going through your mind when my hunky friend stood before you in his
underwear talking about his sexual lubricant?" he said, before leaving a
long pause. I could feel my face turning red, but I held my ground. I
didn't want to give in to him so easily. "Did it turn you on?" he asked.

I decided I was no longer willing to play the submissive role in this
battle of wills. "Is that really why you're here in my office when you're
supposed to be in class - because you wanted to know if my conversation
with Kyle got me hard?" I asked boldly.

He smiled at my display of bravado. "Touché," he said. "I also
wanted to give deliver your thank-you gift for agreeing to be my chaperone
in London. Why don't you come over here so I can give it to you," he
continued.

I knew that resistance was futile, and I slowly started walking towards him
as I continued staring into his striking blue eyes. We had hardly seen in
other all week, and my mind was completely consumed with desire for him as
I again found myself torn between my professional responsibility to send
him to class, and my lascivious desire to kiss him and touch him. As I made
my way around the desk to where he was sitting, he took his feet down and
slowly turned the chair in sync with my movement, always being sure that he
was facing me and staring straight into my eyes. Before long I had walked
around to the other side of my workstation and I was standing over him,
staring down at the beautiful teen.

He got to his feet and kissed me passionately on the lips, our chests and
groins grinding together as our hands rubbed over one another's bodies. "Oh
fuck I've missed you," I whispered into his ear.

"I've missed you too," he responded before kissing me passionately again,
his tongue hungrily exploring every inch of my mouth.

We stood there kissing for a few minutes before Bailey dropped to his knees
and began running his hands against the outline of my trousers, kneading my
throbbing erection with his fingers. I produced a deep moan in
response. "Like I said, I wanted to say thank you."

"You don't need to thank me," I whispered as I threw my head back in
delight from the sensations his hands were giving me. I groaned in
anticipation of what I hoped was coming.

"So are you telling me you want me to stop?" he asked, gripping my cock and
causing the pre-cum to begin leaking through my trousers

"Fuck no!" I growled, willing him to continue. I looked down at him, on his
knees in his school uniform, with his face poised over my groin while his
hands rubbed along the outline of my engorged penis. I let out another moan
of approval as my pulse quickened.

"I didn't think so," he replied, his cheeky smirk returning to his face.

He wasted no time as he unbuttoned my trousers and lowered my zipper. I
continued to stare down at him as he moved his hands inside my pants and
rubbed the outline of the thickened cock that was almost bursting out of my
underwear. He kissed and licked along the material of my boxer-briefs, my
groaning and moaning letting him know that I was enjoying it. He
practically ripped my underwear from around my waist as he finally took my
rod between his lips, stretching his mouth around my 7-inch, uncircumcised
manhood. He began breathing through his nose as he took me deep inside,
swallowing every inch I could offer. The knob pushed through his gag reflex
and he kept swallowing until his lips finally touched against the base of
my cock. I gently and lightly thrust my cock in and out of his lips as I
groaned with lust. We continued like this for several minutes, his mouth
and throat giving me the most incredible blow-job of my life, right there
in my office.

It wasn't long before I was ready to shoot my load. When I finally came he
hungrily swallowed my jizz, kneading my ball sacks with his fingers as I
spurted into his welcoming mouth. My cock thickened and pulsated with each
shot as my juices hit the back of his throat before sliding down to his
stomach. I dug my fingers into the back of his head as I climaxed,
controlling the tempo of his movement to suit my needs. "Holy shit!" I
cried out before I finally withdrew my spent member from his mouth and fell
onto my chair, feeling exhausted. Even though I had just shot one of the
biggest loads of my life I was still leaking, so he knelt down to lick the
last few drops from my knob.

"That was an incredible thank-you gift," I said as he got to his feet and
adjusted his school uniform.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he responded. "I'm very appreciative."

He leaned in to kiss me, and I could taste my cum in his mouth as my tongue
sought his own. "Now get back to class before someone comes looking for
you," I commanded as I smacked him on the backside. "But you should brush
your teeth first," I joked. He turned and smiled at me before disappearing
out of my office and rushing back to class.

The next few days passed without much fanfare. Bailey's busy training
schedule and my load of classes and duties again meant we hardly get to see
each other. We'd had to put a stop to the night-time sleepovers because
neither of us was getting much sleep and it was interfering with his
training performance, so I was very happy when I returned to my apartment
after dinner on Friday evening and discovered him standing outside my door.

"Excuse me, Mr McQueen," he said. "Do you have a moment?". I noticed that
he was speaking quite loudly and deliberately, clearly so that the other
boys could hear our conversation and think it was all routine.

"Yes, Bailey. What can I do for you?" I replied, playing along with the
charade.

"I need to collect those forms that I gave you," he stated very
matter-of-factly. I could sense a plan was forming in his brain.

"Forms? Which ones are those?" I said. "Perhaps you'd better come inside to
discuss this," I continued as I opened my door and invited him to follow me
inside.

"Thank-you, sir," he responded as he followed behind.

No sooner had I closed my apartment door than I felt his strong hands grab
me and push me onto my couch. He landed on top of me, with his firm body
pushing down on my own. He wasted no time as his lips pressed against mine
and his tongue sought entry into my mouth. As we lay there kissing and
caressing one another, his hips began grinding against me and I could feel
his thick cock pushing against my groin. I was so aroused I almost exploded
there and then.

"Oh fuck, I've missed this," I whispered breathlessly into his ear as he
began kissing his way down my neck.

"Me too," he responded before continuing his assault on my neck.

"Can you stay tonight?" I almost begged him.

"Can't," he muttered as he pulled up my t-shirt and went to work on
nipples. "Swimming meeting," he continued, speaking in short bursts as his
mouth and lips explored every inch of my torso. "Only got 5 minutes," he
added as his mouth began kissing its way down my sternum while his hands
hurriedly undid my belt and unfastened my trousers. Within seconds my
throbbing cock was buried deep in his mouth as he went to work on my 7-inch
member, his hands and mouth seducing me with an intensity and zeal that was
entirely unexpected. I felt a gentle sensation against my rosebud as his
slicked finger slipped inside my passage and immediately found its way to
my prostate. His deep-throat sucking combined with the pressure against my
prostate meant he had me erupting down his throat in less than three
minutes.

"Gotta go," he said just seconds after I had finished unloading in his
mouth. He kissed me on the lips as he climbed off me and raced out of my
room, leaving me lying breathless on the couch with my exposed cock still
leaking onto my abdomen. It had been the most intense and incredible few
minutes of my life, and I missed him the moment he left the room.

On Saturday evening I was both excited and nervous to receive a text
message from Bailey telling me to come to his room after lights out. I
desperately wanted to see him, but I also realised that it was fraught with
danger; even though the boarding house was practically empty I knew it
would be a risky move. I was about to reply that I didn't think it was a
good idea, but before I could respond he sent me another message that
simply said: `trust me'.

After doing my final checks, turning off the hallway lights and setting the
alarm, I made my way to Bailey's room. I knew that it was foolhardy, but I
hadn't been able to spend any time with him all week and I was really
missing him. As I paused outside his bedroom door, I could smell that he
was burning incense, and my ears detected the soft sound of my favourite
band being played through his iPod speakers. When I opened the door, my
eyes noticed that the room was dark with just a candle burning in the far
corner. Bailey stood in front of me smiling, wearing his usual
loose-fitting attire. I smiled as he grabbed me by the hand to pull me
inside his room before kissing me.

"Sorry about last night," he whispered.

"It was certainly...unexpected," I responded with a smirk.

"I just had to see you. I'm sorry it was such a rush - I had to be at a
team meeting for the London championships. But tonight we have all the time
in the world. I want to take my time showing you just how enjoyable sex
between two guys can be," he whispered before kissing me on the lips and
pulling my body against his. He broke our kiss and directed me to sit down
on the chair that he had placed in the middle of the room.

"Bailey, I'm not sure if..." I began to protest before I was interrupted by
a knock on the door. I panicked as I realised that we were about to get
caught; there would be no way I could explain my way out of this
predicament. I tried to get up to leave, but Bailey pushed down on my
shoulders and put his finger against my lips to indicate that I should
remain silent. I sat frozen in fear as he went to the door.

As the door opened, I heard Kyle's voice say something, but it was what
happened next that completely blew my mind.


*****

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