Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2018 07:36:29 +0100 From: Lewis Morales Subject: Bailey and Me 15 Sorry for the delay but I've been on holidays and didn't have time to write. Just wanted to thank remind you that `Bailey and Me' 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 minor, then please do not proceed. In this story the characters are having unprotected sex, but in real-life you should always use protection. I really appreciate all the feedback I have been receiving; I love to hear your ideas and suggestions so please send an email to lewsmorals@mail.com to let me know your thoughts. And please don't forget to donate to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html *15* It was just after seven o'clock the following morning when my restful slumber was rudely interrupted by the sound of a ringing phone. "Hello," I mumbled incoherently after I had finally managed to grasp the phone in my uncooperative fingers. I struggled to get my brain to focus as the voice on the other end started speaking at me. "I'm very sorry to be waking you so early on a Sunday morning." It took me a moment to work out that it was the Headmaster on the line, and when I finally realised it I sat bolt upright in my bed like a naughty schoolboy. "Headmaster!" I responded over-eagerly as I struggled to hide my surprise. "Steven I need your help," he replied. "The sport master, Mr Harris, was supposed to be taking a group of boys to community sports in town this morning, but he has taken ill overnight. I need someone to replace him, and I know that today is supposed to be your day off, but I wonder if you might be able to help me out of this predicament." The Headmaster wasn't the kind of person people said no to, and even though his polite tone seemed to suggest that he was asking for my help, in actual fact he wasn't really asking at all. I knew it was a fait accompli. "Of course, Sir," I replied. "I would be happy to help out," I added even though nothing could have been further from the truth. I struggled to suppress a yawn as I stretched my tired shoulders while he continued talking, giving me my instructions. "Be at the bus at 7:30 and I'll make sure that one of the school Prefects is there to meet you," he replied before ending the call. As I put the phone down I was finally able to fully open my bleary eyes and look at the clock beside my bed. "Fuck!" I cried out when I realised that I had about twenty minutes to get dressed and ready. I angrily pounded my fist into the mattress before dragging my tired body out of bed and into the shower. I hadn't slept very well last night as my mind had been preoccupied with thoughts of Bailey. After what I had seen in his bedroom I hadn't been able to get him out of my head. The spectacle I had been witness to had forever changed me, and the rush of endorphins I had experienced had kept me up half the night. I dressed and made my way down to the bus where a group of students had assembled and were awaiting my arrival. I was greeted by a rather cheery school Prefect who explained that we were escorting a group of students to a park in the nearby town where they would run a community sporting event for the local children. Being an elite private boys' school, this was part of our community service program and many of the local children who came along to the sporting events were from disadvantaged backgrounds. "Is everyone here?" I asked the Prefect. "Nearly everyone," he replied after looking down at the list in his hand. "Just waiting on two more," he said. "Shall we load the equipment and get everyone on board while we wait? I'm sure they won't be more than a few minutes." "Whatever you think," I responded. Everyone had boarded the bus and I was about to give up on the missing boys when I heard the Prefect responding to their late arrival. "You took your time this morning," he admonished them. "Sorry, I slept in," I heard the familiar voice reply. I looked up to see Kyle boarding the bus. "I was pretty tired after last night," he joked with the Prefect, and I could feel myself blushing from the truthfulness of his comment. It was only then that I noticed Bailey was boarding the bus right behind him. He gave me a warm smile as the pair clambered down the aisle and took their seats so we could depart. We arrived at the park twenty minutes later and the Prefect organised the students into their respective groups. I was trying my best to avoid looking at Bailey as I didn't want to arouse suspicion, so instead I walked around to observe the other groups of students in the hope of keeping my focus elsewhere. "Excuse me," a woman's voice said, interrupting my quiet solitude. "Hello. Can I help you?" I replied politely. I knew that at events like these, the school was `on-show' and the Headmaster had made it clear that these community programs were very much about public relations. I knew that I had to put on a bubbly and friendly persona, even though I was actually feeling dog-tired. "You're the teacher in charge here aren't you?" she asked. I couldn't quite ascertain from her tone whether she was asking before she wanted to give a compliment, a complaint or an inquiry. "Yes," I replied. "I just wanted to say thank you for everything your students are doing here," she said with a smile spreading across her face. I immediately felt relieved - I didn't know if I could handle a confrontation with an irate parent this early on a Sunday morning. "My name is Jenny, and that boy over there is my son, James," she said. I followed the direction of her pointing finger to see a boy, about 12 years old, who was taking part in a soccer game. "James loves coming here every week. He has always struggled with sports, and he never really had much confidence to get involved before, but this program has been wonderful for him," she added. "I'm very glad to hear that," I replied. "And it's all because of Bailey," she added as she pointed to the beautiful teenager who I had been trying so hard to avoid. Until this point I had been giving our conversation polite lip-service and I wasn't particularly interested, but with the mention of Bailey's name she suddenly had my full attention. "Really?" I asked. "Yes, he is a magnificent young man," she said. "He comes here every week and coaches my son's team. He is so kind and caring, and James absolutely adores him. We only moved to town a few months ago and James has been struggling to get over his social anxieties, but Bailey has been amazing in the way he has helped him to fit in and make friends." "Is that right?" I replied. "You know, I'm not sure that there are too many seventeen year olds who would give up three hours of their Sunday morning to spend it with a bunch of kids, but he is here with a smile on his face week after week. I can't imagine how he manages to fit this into the busy swimming schedule that James is always talking about, but he never lets us down. He has given my son so much more confidence and made him so much happier. He has changed both our lives," she added. "Oh, wow, I had no idea," I replied. "He is such an amazing young man," she continued. "Absolutely," I responded. "I couldn't agree with you more," I added perhaps more eagerly than I ought to have. It was just after ten o'clock when we loaded up the bus and headed back to school. When we arrived back at the campus, the Prefect instructed Kyle that it was his job to put the sports equipment away as punishment for being late this morning. "What?" Kyle shrieked. "I don't have time. I'm already late for the gym. Can't someone else do it? I only came on this stupid excursion this morning because my Coach made me." "It's ok, I'll do it," Bailey interrupted. "You go to training, I'll take care of the sports equipment," he said to Kyle. The Prefect shook his head as he shot him a glare, but soon realised there was nothing he could do. Kyle was the most popular boy in school, and Captain of the rugby team, and I'm sure that he knew by now that Kyle always got his way. "Need a hand?" I asked Bailey as the other students disappeared. "Yeah, that would be great. Thanks," he said as a stunning smile filled his handsome face. As I helped Bailey carry the bags to the sports shed I started telling him about the conversation I'd had with Jenny this morning. "She is so impressed by what you have done for James," I told him. "Well he's a great kid," he replied, modestly ignoring all the praise that Jenny had heaped on him. "He's had some problems settling in, but he'll get there." "Do you really turn up every week?" I asked him as I unlocked the door to the storage shed.
 "Some weeks I have a race or a team meet and I can't make it, but otherwise I try to go every week." "Why?" I asked. He looked a bit surprised by my question, so I added some context. "I mean, you do twelve gruelling training sessions a week, on top of a full academic load, and you only get one morning when you can sleep-in and recuperate from your hectic schedule. Why do you spend it coaching a kids' sport team?" I asked. "I do it because I enjoy it," he replied as he lifted the equipment bag onto the shelf. He turned and looked at me, and I noticed a facial expression I hadn't really seen before. "I guess..." he hesitated before breaking eye contact and staring at the floor, unable to finish the sentence. I walked towards him and took hold of his hand; I could see the sadness in his eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I guess I do it for James, really. He's a good kid, and he just needs someone to care about him. When I was growing up, all I wanted was for someone to be interested in me. Sure I had butlers and nannies around me all the time, but they were only there because my parents paid them to be. Nobody ever spent time with me just because they wanted to. I never had any real friends." I could feel the raw emotion in his words and I thought he might be about to cry. I knew exactly what he was saying; like James, Bailey also knew the pain of not fitting in and not having friends and it had been his older friend, Ben, who had transformed his life. In many ways, Bailey was paying it forward and trying to help this young boy in the same way that Ben had helped him. "I get it," I replied. I wrapped my arms around him and held him in a warm embrace. "You're a pretty amazing young man, Bailey," I added as his head nestled in the valley that formed between my neck and shoulder. "Thanks, Steve," was all he said. We stood there for a few minutes, tenderly holding one another in a gentle embrace. My hands roamed across his back and shoulders as I tried to comfort him. I could tell that our conversation had brought up a lot of dormant feelings for him. "Anyway," he said as he pulled away and stood up strong, trying to shake off his sadness. "Enough of that, let's talk about something more pleasant." He smiled at me. "Yes," I agreed. "So tell me about something that you have found enjoyable recently?" he joked. "Say, something in the past 12 hours?" I knew exactly what he was fishing for. "Hmmm, let me think," I responded before a particularly amateurish attempt at dramatic pause. "Have I seen anything recently that I would describe as pleasurable?" I asked myself aloud, as I fought to keep a straight face. Bailey began to chuckle from my ham-fisted performance. "Perhaps I need to remind you," he said as he moved forward and ran one of his hands down my chest towards my groin. My cock began thickening immediately. He leant forward and planted his lips on mine as we began a slow and intense make-out session. "We really shouldn't do this here," I whispered into his mouth as I broke our kiss. "Your mouth says no, but every other part of your body seems to be saying yes," he said as he began rubbing his hand along the outline of my throbbing cock. "Didn't you enjoy yourself last night?" he asked, pouting his lips sullenly and causing me to chuckle. "Oh I enjoyed it alright," I replied breathlessly as his hand continued to fondle my manhood while my mind recalled the sights and sounds. "So are you sure that you want me to stop?" he asked as his fingers began undoing my zipper. It took all of my strength to break away from the gorgeous young man, but I knew it was the right thing to do. He looked at me with surprise. "Look, there is nothing I want more than to be with you; I want to be with you every minute of every day." I said. "Bailey, you are totally consuming me. I think about you all the time. And I can't wait for us to be together. After last night I've realised that I can't wait to have sex with you; I'm desperate to feel you inside me." He smiled when he heard this. "But my idea of the perfect first-time doesn't involve us having sex in a crusty old sports shed at school." He laughed as he pulled my body towards his and held me in his strong, comforting arms. "Who said anything about us having sex?" he joked, causing me to laugh. "You old tart," he quipped. We held each other tightly for a few minutes with neither one of us speaking. With his chest pressed against mine I could actually feel his heart beating, and I realised his pulse was racing just as fast as mine was. "You are an amazing person, Bailey," I said, finally breaking the silence. "So are you, Steve," he replied before lifting his head and placing his lips on mine for a soft, sensual kiss. "I promise you our first time won't be in a crusty old sports shed at school," he smirked. "I suppose you have something planned?" I asked sarcastically. "Of course I do," he responded, causing us both to chuckle. Conflicting schedules kept us apart over the next couple of days, and by the time Thursday afternoon arrived I was feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. Today was the day we were heading off on swimming camp, and Bailey had texted me during the week telling me that he planned for the two of us to be together on camp. I couldn't help feeling like a virgin bride on her wedding night. I met up with Coach Foster just before departure, listening as he bluntly explained that my job was to, "...get the buggers into bed, get them out of bed, make sure they're fed, and stop me from killing any of `em." My previous dealings with the coach had taught me that he was a gruff and curmudgeonly old man who demanded nothing short of perfection from his team. Whenever I saw him with his squad, I noticed that he would drill them in the importance of goal-setting, hard work and commitment; the very same traits I also recognised in Bailey. His outstanding results spoke volumes about his old-fashioned coaching skills, with the school having won national titles on several occasions and many of his former students going on to swim at an international level. The squad was made up of about forty teenage boys, and because competition for a spot on the prestigious team was so coveted I knew that there wouldn't be any problems from the young swimmers who were focused on winning the upcoming state competition. After an early dinner at school we boarded the bus for the camp site. It was after nine o'clock when we finally arrived at the beachside cabins that were to be our base for the three days. The cabins were nestled in a narrow strip between the ocean and the forest, and the sounds of crashing waves and wildlife echoed through the campground at night. As the teacher in charge, I briefed the boys about safety and behaviour before reminding them of the five o'clock wake up call the next morning and sending them off to bed. Coach Foster had organised the boys into groups of four per cabin, though thankfully he and I had our own private cabins at either end of the campsite as I didn't particularly want to share a room with the cantankerous bugger. As the boys got into their quads and headed to find their cabins, I looked up and noticed Bailey still standing in front of me. "Sir, I think there's been a mistake," he said. "I didn't get a room allocation." 
"What? That can't be right," I replied as I checked the lists again. "Oh shit!" Coach Foster cried out upon hearing of the problem. "Because you've been tapering your training in preparation for London I didn't plan for you to be here, so I didn't include you in the room allocations," he explained. "We haven't got a bed for you," he continued before emitting a loud sigh to show his frustration at the situation. "Should I go and see if I can find a spare bed?" I asked, trying to be helpful. "No," he responded gruffly. "There aren't any spare beds. I planned this so that we've got exact numbers." "Oh," I responded, feeling like a scolded schoolboy. "Tell you what, Bailey can take my room tonight and I'll bunk in with you," he said to me. "The teacher's rooms have a small couch, so one of us can sleep on that just for tonight. Christ, you don't snore do you?" he asked me in his gruff manner. "Tomorrow we'll have to sort something else out. It's probably best if Bailey heads back to school," he continued. I tried to hide my disappointment at hearing this news; I was gutted to think that our time together would be cut short. "Hey, Coach," Bailey interjected. "You've got the whole training program to run tomorrow so you need a good night's sleep. And Mr McQueen needs to be well-rested so he can look after the team. So why don't you both stay in your beds and get a proper night's rest, and I will just crash on the couch in Mr McQueen's room for tonight. You don't mind do you, Sir?" he asked. I was gobsmacked. In an instant Bailey had managed to resolve the problem, arrange it so that we would be sharing a room, and make it seem like he was `taking one for the team' so to speak. Yet again his quick thinking had saved the day and salvaged the plans from ruin. The coach gave a grunt of approval over his shoulder as he turned and headed off to his cabin, leaving Bailey and I alone in the carpark. "You scheming little shit," I playfully chastised him when the coach was out of earshot. "You knew all along that this was going to happen didn't you?" I asked him. He just smirked at me. "Did you really doubt me?" he asked before picking up his bag and turning towards our cabin which, as luck would have it, was located at the far end of the campsite and a suitable distance from all the students. As we made our way to the cabin we would be sharing, I felt a heady mix of excitement and nerves as I contemplated what was going to happen once we went inside. I was suddenly feeling tense and apprehensive. "Um...why don't you go in first," I said nervously. "I think I'd better do a quick check of the campsite to make sure all the students are in bed," I said. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach and a cold-sweat forming on my forehead. "Ok. I'm gonna take a quick shower while you're gone," he said to me as he went inside our cabin. I stood in the doorway watching as he dropped his bag on the floor, pulled his shirt over his head and slowly, seductively, lowered his shorts to give me a view of his gorgeous, naked arse. He wryly looked back over his shoulder. "Hurry back, I'll be waiting for you," he said before closing the door. My cock was throbbing at the thought of what he had in store. I did a final check of the camp-ground to make sure all the students were accounted for, before high-tailing it back to my cabin. When I opened the door I was greeted by the sight of the beautiful teenager lying naked on the bed, his cock hard and pointing upright in anticipation. "What took you so long?" he asked.