Date: Tue, 6 Feb 2018 11:48:32 +0100 From: Lewis Morales Subject: Bailey and Me 17 Just a reminder 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. Please send feedback to lewsmorals@mail.com as I love to hear your thoughts. And don't forget to donate to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html so they can keep publishing stories like this. *17* As my lover drifted off to sleep I lay there wrapped in his strong arms feeling totally at peace. This had been the most incredible night of my life, and I owed it all to the beautiful teen whose guile and calculating ways had helped me find what I had been looking for all this time. This boy, this charming, witty, funny, cunning, compassionate, and loving boy, had given me my first taste of man-to-man sex tonight, and in doing so he had forever changed my life. I would always remember this moment. Eventually I must have drifted off to sleep, but my brief slumber was rudely interrupted by the beeping of my alarm just before five o'clock the next morning. Bailey's chest was still pressing against my back when I stirred, and even though I knew I needed to shower and wash the dry cum off my body so I could go and wake the students for their early training session, I didn't want to leave this bed and the beautiful young man in it. As Bailey started to rouse, he sighed loudly as he stretched his arms and legs out like a lion. "Morning," I said as I turned over to face him. He used his outstretched arms to grab me and pull me towards him, gripping onto me tightly as his lips kissed mine. "Good morning," he finally said after pulling away from our long and passionate kiss, a sensational smile spreading across his beautiful face. Even first thing in the morning he was beautiful. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Better than I've ever felt before," I replied with a smile before leaning forward to kiss him again. "Last night was incredible. Definitely the most amazing night of my life." "I'm glad to hear that," he replied. He stared so deeply into my eyes it made me quiver. I leant forward and kissed him again, this time trying to slip my tongue inside. "Umm...we probably shouldn't start something we can't finish," he said as he broke our kiss and pulled away from me. "But I promise you we will be finishing this later," he added before pecking me on the cheek. "It must be time for you to go and wake the team - we don't want Coach Foster to come looking for us now, do we?" he joked as he began pushing the covers off and exposing our naked bodies to the new day. "Bailey," I interrupted him, reaching out and grabbing his arm to stop him before he climbed out of the bed. "Before we get going, I just wanted to say thank you for last night." "Oh Steve," he began, before pulling my face towards his and kissing me again. "You don't have to thank me - I should be the one thanking you," he said with a smile. "Last night was incredible," he added before kissing me again. "And tonight will be even better," he joked before shooting me a wink and climbing out of bed. As he walked to the bathroom, his thick cock protruded proudly in front of his toned, naked, and cum-covered body. I felt totally aroused at the sight of the hunky teen, and I couldn't wait to make love to him again. After taking a cold shower in an attempt to overcome my burgeoning tumescence, I got dressed and went around to wake the rest of the swimmers so they would be on time for their morning training session. Once the team had departed for their strength and conditioning program down on the beach, I went to the kitchen and organised the toast, eggs, juice and cereals so that breakfast would be ready for their return. An hour later, the swimmers made their way back from the beach and I took in the sight of the 40 toned and tanned teenage bodies wandering around in just their speedo swimmers, covered in a sheen of sweat and sand. I began to feel aroused at the sight of all the sexy, athletic physiques that swarmed around me, and when I looked up and saw Bailey coming towards me it actually took my breath away. His damp body glistened in the sunshine, with his cut, defined muscles twisting and flexing as he made his way towards the kitchen, wearing only his a pair of swimmers that seemed at least two sizes too small for him. It was like one of those slow-motion scenes from a movie, and my cock responded immediately; I was suddenly thankful that there was a kitchen bench to hide behind because in that moment I was unable to think about anything other than how much I wanted to make love to him. When the team had finished eating their way through the mountains of food I had prepared, they stacked their dishes in the machine before heading off to the pool to practice their relay changeovers. "If you're not coming with us this morning, you can stay here and help Mr McQueen clean up," Coach Foster instructed Bailey. As the team made their way out of the dining hall, Bailey shot me a cheeky look that told me this had been his plan all along. We talked and laughed as we spent the next hour cleaning up the mess; I was so comfortable being with Bailey, and I felt completely happy in that moment. As we continued working in the kitchen, I tried very hard to keep a tight reign on my attraction to Bailey so that nobody accidentally walked past and saw us canoodling. I couldn't help stealing a few occasional glances at his incredible physique while we worked; he looked so sexy in his revealing speedo swimmers and the smell of the surf, sand and sweat on his body was creating a powerful aphrodisiac. I was rock-hard the entire time we were in the kitchen. After taking another cold shower to quell my persistent, raging hard-on, I made my way back to the kitchen and began preparing the team's lunch. When the ravenous swimmers had finished devouring all the sandwiches and snacks I had prepared, the coach took them outside and organised them into a couple of teams so they could take part in a problem-solving challenge. When I'd finished cleaning the kitchen, I made my way outside to observe the boys working together to solve the puzzles he'd assigned them, and naturally I found my attention drawn to Bailey's group. I found myself staring intently as the beautiful teen took charge, leading his group through the various different options as they attempted to solve the puzzle. "He certainly is something else that boy," Coach Foster said to me when he saw where my attention was focused. For a brief moment I panicked, thinking that perhaps I had been caught staring a little longer than I should have been. "Umm...yes," I replied awkwardly. "Yes, he certainly is." I quickly shifted my gaze. "I just know he's going to be a champion - there's something about him," he continued. "He's made of tougher stuff than any boy I've ever coached. That one is going to go all the way," he continued. "Really?" I responded, my attention shifting back to Bailey. "Trust me, one day you're going to look back and remember this kid as someone who changed your life," he replied in an unusually prophetic pronouncement. I couldn't help wondering what he was insinuating; did the coach know something about Bailey and me? "I see," I replied before leaving a very long and uncomfortable pause as I stared down at my hands. "Well...I...should probably...go and...make a start on dinner," I added clumsily, desperately trying to extricate myself from what was becoming a very awkward conversation. I spent the afternoon hiding out in kitchen, preparing several large tubs of carbohydrate-laden pasta to give the boys a much needed sustenance boost following their hard day of training. With dinner quickly demolished by the ravenous pack, Coach Foster outlined the plan for the next day before sending the students back to their cabins to get ready for bed. I went around to do room-checks a short while later and found that most of the boys were already asleep, and with the exception of a few birds and insects, the campsite was eerily quiet by nine o'clock. I arrived back at my cabin expecting Bailey to be waiting there for me, but I was surprised to find it empty. I jumped when heard someone knocking at my door; when I opened it I found the gorgeous teenager standing in my doorway dripping wet, covered in sand, and attired in the same skimpy speedo swimmers he'd been wearing this morning. I took a moment to admire his breathtaking form as I gazed upon his broad, muscular shoulders, his defined pecs, his toned abs and the taut v-lines that plunged down into the low-cut swimwear that was so tight on him that it amplified the thickness of his hardened appendage. "So, do you like what you see?" he asked, obviously seeing the look of desire plastered all over my face. "Not bad," I joked back with a grin. "I saw how much you were enjoying the view this morning, so I thought you might want to take a closer look." "You don't miss much do you?" I responded, trying to suppress a smirk. "Certainly not when I planned it that way," he retorted as a grin spread across his face. Clearly this entire situation had been a set-up from the start. "So..." he said to me playfully, raising one eyebrow in a suggestive manner. "Yes, so...." I mimicked sarcastically, still standing in the doorway and blocking his entry. "So, are you going to invite me inside?" he inquired. "Hmmm, maybe," I responded playfully. "Well let me know when you've decided..." he said as he began to turn away, causing my facade to crack as I broke out in a fit of laughter. I grabbed him by the arm, pulling him inside the room and kissing him on the lips. I pushed him against the closed door and began exploring every inch of his magnificent physique with my hands and mouth, noticing that he was now so hard that his thick cock was poking out the top of those very tight speedos. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, groping, grinding and general exploring, Bailey finally broke away. "I have to go take a shower because the sand is itching like a bitch!" I laughed at him. "Do you need anything?" I asked as I pulled back and allowed him to break free. "Yeah - this!" he replied as he grabbed me around the waist and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me into the bathroom with him. We were laughing as he turned on the water and dropped me feet-first into the stall before clawing at my wet clothes. I reached forward and slowly pulled down his skimpy speedo swimwear, rendering us both naked as the water cascaded down onto our intertwined bodies, and we continued kissing passionately as our hands roamed all over one another's bodies. It wasn't long before Bailey dropped to his knees and engulfed my throbbing cock in his mouth. "Oh God!" I moaned as his tongue began rubbing along my shaft. I was experiencing pure pleasure as he bobbed up and down on my appendage, and it wan't long before his nose was buried in my trimmed pubes as he deep-throated me. The feeling of my penis deep in his tight throat almost made me cum there and then; I couldn't take any more, and I had to pull him off my shaft and drag him to his feet to avoid exploding too soon. As he stood in front of me I took hold of his manhood, caressing and jacking it with my fingers while we kissed tenderly. It was my turn to kneel down in front of him, and I began taking his juicy balls into my mouth one at a time as I continued stroking his leaking cock. I looked up and saw him staring down at me with pleading eyes. I finally put him out of misery and stuffed his cock into my mouth, taking the head past my gag-reflex and down into my throat for the first time. He moaned with delight as I wrapped my lips tightly around his shaft, before slowly pulling up and plunging back down a couple more times.
 Not wanting this to end too soon, we climbed out of the shower and headed to my bed. Bailey took me by the hand and gently guided me down onto the mattress, laying me on my back with my knees in the air and my legs stretched wide to expose my hole. As he began rubbing his lubed finger around my hole I couldn't help but moan in anticipation of what I knew was coming next. He gently pushed the tip of his middle finger inside the tender rim muscle before slowly sliding it further inside me and carefully stretching my hole. Even though I was still a little tender from last night, somehow this touch seemed entirely pleasurable and I begged for him to continue. It wasn't long before his tongue joined the assault and began slithering around the edge of my hole. Over the next few minutes he continued lapping and prodding at my hole with his tongue and hand, and it wasn't long until he was able to work a second and third finger inside me. As I looked down at him I could see his arms flexing and the cords of muscles pulsating as he was licking and finger-fucking me in preparation for what was to come. When he rubbed against my prostate I felt the waves of ecstasy washing over me. "Oh fuck!" I cried out. "Yeah, do you like that?" he asked as a devious smile began to spread across his face. "Fuck yes! Oooooooh!!" I wailed as his fingers rubbed back and forth over my sensitive spot. "Oh, Bailey, I'm ready. Fuck me!" I commanded him. "Are you sure?" he questioned. "Oooooooh!" I howled again as his fingers continued rubbing my prostate. "Absolutely!" I replied. "Hurry up, I want you inside me right now!" I shouted. He smiled back at me before spreading more lubricant around my hole and preparing me for what was coming next. He squirted more lube onto his cock before grabbing my hand and using it to spread the slick goo along the seven-inch shaft that I was about to feel pushing its way inside me. I was so turned-on that I could barely breathe. I closed my eyes as I felt him lifting my legs and placing them onto his shoulders. The next sensation I felt was his cock touching against my hole, and as he began to push in I took a deep breath and clenched my teeth in anticipation of the searing pain. He suddenly stopped his onslaught and leant forward to kiss me before whispering into my ear that I needed to relax to make it more enjoyable. I trusted him completely so I did what he said, pushing out as his cock-head slowly inched inside me, and trying to relax as I felt him inserting his member. I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me with a look of absolute desire. Over the next few minutes he slowly inserted more and more of his seven-inches, stopping along the way to give me time to get used to his sizeable appendage. Eventually, I felt his balls resting on my arse and I knew that he was completely inside me for the second time. Even though I was feeling some pain, knowing he was buried deep within me gave me the most amazing pleasure, and I couldn't help but smile. After giving me a few minutes to adjust to the invading force, I felt him withdraw slightly before gently and slowly pushing back in. I began moaning as the pain gave way to feelings of pleasure, and he gently and slowly pulled out and thrust back in a couple more times. For the second time in my life I was feeling the most intense, adrenaline-fuelled ecstasy I had ever experienced. "Oh my God that feels incredible!" I cried out. "Yeah, do you like that?" he asked. "Fuck yes! It's all I've been able to think about all day!" He pushed his lips against mine in a passionate kiss. "Me too!" he replied. The pain was now subsiding and I began moaning with pleasure as he started pulling the whole shaft out before pushing all the way back in. My arse muscles seemed to have a mind of their own, contorting, contracting and milking his hardness as he moved in an out of me. After several more minutes of slow thrusting, he moved my legs off his shoulders and let them slide down his body to rest on his bulging quads. He moved his hands behind my head and pulled my torso towards him so that we were now in a seated position with my body squatting over his. He drove his tongue deep into my mouth, and we continued kissing as he pulled our bodies so close that we were almost one person. "Oh fuck!" I exclaimed as he resumed thrusting, driving his cock upwards into my passage. "Does it feel good?" he asked. "Oh my God - it feels amazing! I've never felt anything like it before!" I screamed out before kissing him again. I rubbed my hands along his strong forearms to his shoulders and back, feeling the muscles flexing and contorting as he continued to drive his cock deep inside me. We continued in this position for a few minutes, before he gently lowered me back onto the bed and into the missionary position. Almost immediately I felt the intensity of his pounding increase, and I could tell that his thrusting hips were getting faster and faster. His chest was covered in a layer of sweat from the vehemence of our love-making as I lay there, open-mouthed, dizzy and moaning indecipherably from the hammering he was giving me. Bailey was giving it his all as he continued driving his cock deep inside me, again and again. With the weight of his body pressing down on mine, my own throbbing penis was rubbing against his tight abs and heightening the sensation of the intense fuck he was giving me. Our bodies were moving together in a perfect rhythm, and as I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed my heals against his butt, I could feel his thrusts pushing even deeper inside my chute. He was pounding me so hard and deep that my vision had become blurry and as I opened my mouth to let out a noiseless cry, I knew I was about to shoot my load. I desperately wanted to hold off so that we could cum at the same time, but the feeling of him driving so hard inside me, combined with the friction of his chest and stomach rubbing against my throbbing dick, finally pushed me over the edge and my load of hot, sticky cum exploded between our sweaty bodies. The sensation of my eruption brought Bailey to climax just a few moments later and I felt four or five loads of his hot man-juices painting the inside of my passage, seeding me and telling all the world that I belonged to him. He continued thrusting into me as my arse muscles milked the final drops from his cock, desperately trying to prolong the most amazing feeling in my entire life. He finally collapsed down on top of me and as we lay there breathless from what had just transpired I could feel his sticky cum starting to leak out of my arse. We were both so exhausted from our vigorous love-making that neither of us made a sound, rendering the room deadly silent. Eventually, he withdrew his softening cock from my gaping hole and rolled beside me, lying on his side and facing. He placed his lips on mine and wrapped his arms around my body, rubbing my chest as we kissed tenderly. After the ferocity of the orgasm I had just experienced I rather thought that things were going to wind down, but after a few minutes our slow and gentle kissing began heating up. It wasn't long before our physical desires took control as our bodies began writhing against one other's and our hands began exploring again. When I reached down to stroke his cock I noticed that he was already hard and ready for more action; oh the joy of being 17! Without pausing to consider the consequences of my actions I rolled him onto his back and straddled my hips over his groin, causing a look of excitement to fill his young face. I wasted no time in sliding my arse down onto his shaft, not stopping until my balls were resting on his abdomen and he was completely inside me once more. We stared into each other's eyes for a few moments before I began moving up and down on his rod. He responded by thrusting back against me, just as he had done last time, and we quickly found our natural rhythm as we made love for the second time. After what felt like hours, but in reality was probably less than fifteen minutes, I felt Bailey silently shudder as he thickened inside me and fired his second load of spunk for the night. The sensation of his swimmers being expelled deep inside me pushed me over the edge, and I began shooting my load over his chest. For a brief moment time seemed to stand still, before I collapsed down on top of Bailey and we lay there in a tangle of arms, legs, cocks and torsos, neither one of us able to move or speak. "That was incredible!" I was barely able to utter into his shoulder as I tried to catch my breath. Bailey didn't move or respond, and the swift rise and fall of his chest told me he too was struggling to get his breath back. "I have never cum like that before - how long before you think you can go again?" I joked as I rolled my body around on the bed so that we were now facing each other. When our eyes met I knew instantly that something was wrong. His usually expressive face seemed blank and his beautiful, soulful eyes were shifting awkwardly when I looked at him. This was not the face of a boy who had just experienced back-to-back orgasms, and the alarm bells were starting to ring in my head. "Bailey, are you okay?" I asked him. After the longest few moments of my life he opened his mouth and out came the four words nobody in a relationship ever wants to hear. "We need to talk."