Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2018 11:44:41 +0100 From: Lewis Morales Subject: Bailey and Me 18 `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 love getting your feedback about the story, so please send me an email to lewsmorals@mail.com and let me know what you think. And don't forget to donate to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html so they can keep publishing stories like this. *18* "We need to talk," he said to me, causing the rush from my second orgasm inside an hour to vanish almost as quickly as the blood drained from my face. In a split second I plummeted from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows as I prepared myself for what I feared was coming next. I had spent the past few months growing to care for this seemingly unassuming teenage boy, and I had overcome many obstacles in order to redefine my beliefs about my sexuality, and re-evaluate my penchant for conflict-avoidance. In that time I had given Bailey my heart, my mind, and my body, but the moment I heard him say those words, all my doubts and insecurities came rushing back. Four words was all it took to bring my world crashing down around me. Right from the outset I had been worried that this was all just a game for him, and that adding my notch to his bedpost was nothing more than a perverted challenge. In amongst all the emotions I was feeling at that moment - hurt, anger, rejection and sadness - lay a fear that I was about to be proved right in having doubted his motives all along. I had always known that Bailey was a masterful game-player, and had often been enchanted by his ability to manipulate people to get what he wanted, but until now I had never suspected that he might be using those same skills on me. I began to worry that the true brilliance of this boy might lie in the fact that he could take advantage of people's blind-spots, to capitalise on the opportunities they presented and gain whatever it was that he was seeking. I'd seen him do this very thing with Kyle, the Headmaster, Coach Foster, and even the poor cleaning lady, and I worried that my name was about to be added to that list. The boy who seemed so beguiling and charming just 24 hours ago, now appeared to me to be duplicitous and dishonest, and I could feel my heart breaking as I wondered if I had made a very big mistake. I wanted to say something - anything - to let him know how I was feeling, but my brain froze and rendered me unable to speak. I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe; my chest tightened, my heart was racing, and my eyes became blurry, as I lay there feeling overwhelmed by so many different emotions. Not knowing what else to do, I turned away from him and curled up into the foetal position. "Steve, can we talk?" he asked as he reached out and placed his hand on mine. The numbness coursing through my body meant that his touch barely registered, and instead of responding with words I got up from the bed and walked across the room before silently opening the door and going outside. I needed to get away from Bailey to give myself some time to think so I began walking down towards the beach. "Steve," I heard him call out as he came after me. "Please stop," he called again. I desperately wanted to run and hide, but I quickly realised I had nowhere to go. I was still naked, and the campground was in the middle of nowhere, so I had no other option but to turn and face my tormentor head-on. I summoned up all my strength as I readied myself for the fight. "Are you breaking up with me?" I shouted at him, deciding that attack was the best form of defence. He looked totally shocked by my question. "What?" he asked incredulously. "Has this all just been some sick game to you, you bastard?" I screamed even louder. All the anger, fear, and doubt I was feeling in my heart came rushing to the surface as the adrenaline betrayed my desire to speak rationally. Tears started welling in my eyes and my knees began to wobble as I was suddenly overcome by a myriad of emotions. He ran up and grabbed hold of me, using his strength to pull my body towards his and wrapping his arms tightly around my body to support my weight. "What are you talking about?" he asked. "Of course I'm not breaking up with you." For a brief moment I didn't know whether to believe him. I wondered whether he was being genuine, or perhaps just trying to placate me and mollify what was quickly becoming a very public and ugly scene. "So if you're not dumping me then what..." I began with a bluster, but I couldn't finish my question. My shoulders was shaking and my legs were trembling. I collapsed forward onto him, only held upright by his strong arms. I began to sob. "Oh, Steve," he whispered softly as his hands began rubbing gently across my back and shoulders reassuringly. "Did you really think that's what I wanted to talk to you about?" he asked. I looked up into his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Steve," he said as he pulled my head forward and rested it against his chest. "I'm so sorry for worrying you like that," he said, his voice wavering almost as if he were about to cry himself. For the first time since he'd said those four heart-stopping words, I wondered if maybe I had over-reacted; perhaps he wasn't going to break my heart after all. "But you said we needed to talk..." I started to say before he interrupted. "I do want to talk to you, but not about that," he replied. His grip around my shoulders loosened a little and he leant back slightly so that we could look at one another. "I am absolutely crazy about you, Steve," he began. "Being with you these past few weeks has been the most amazing time of my life. I have loved every minute I've spent with you," he added. Realising I had completely over-reacted, I suddenly felt very foolish. "But why did you say that we needed to talk?" I asked. His arms slackened before falling from my shoulders to his side. He began nervously rubbing his hands along his thighs; had we been wearing pants he probably would have been fumbling with his pockets. He broke eye contact as his gaze focused on his toes. "Bailey, what is it?" I eventually asked. "You mean the world to me. I was attracted to you the moment I met you, and I knew in that first instant that I wanted to be with you. All the time we've spent together over the past two months has confirmed what I thought on that first day - that you are an amazing guy and I am absolutely crazy about you, Steve. I think about you all the time; when I'm at school, when I'm training, even when I'm asleep at night. I love it when we are together, whether it's date-night, or study time in the hallway, or when we're sneaking about after dark - I don't care as long as I'm with you. I love lying in your bed talking for hours and hours about nothing in particular, I love the way your body sinks into mine when we're snuggling in bed, and I love the incredibly passionate love-making we've been sharing together while we've been on camp. Just being with you is amazing, and I never knew I could feel this way about another person." An awkward pause followed and he again broke eye contact. "I'm sensing that there is a `but' coming," I prompted. "Yeah, there is," he replied before another long silence. He sat down in the sand and he suddenly seemed very nervous. "The next two weeks are going to be the most intense weeks of my life. We go to London in ten days, and that one race is going to be `make or break' for me. If I am going to fulfil my dream of swimming at the Olympics, then I need to be completely focused on winning my race. It's everything I've spent my life working towards." "Okay," I responded as I sat down beside him, not fully understanding what he was trying to say. "Steve, over the next two weeks I need to be completely focused on my race. I'm not going to be able to think about anything other than swimming." He paused before he delivered the sucker punch. "I'm going to have to try really hard to not think about you," he said. "After we get home tomorrow, I think that you and I shouldn't see each other until after my race is over," he added meekly. "Oh." I responded. I didn't know what else to say. "I realise that you're upset by this, but please understand that this has got nothing to do with the way I feel about you," he said, staring deep into my eyes. "You mean the world to me and I'm so happy that we have found each other. These past two months have been the most incredible time in my life," he said. "But this race is the most important thing in the world to me. It has been my dream forever, and London is my chance to finally have a real shot at making it. I need to focus all my energy on that, and I don't want any distractions getting in the way of achieving my goal." "I see," I responded, feeling rather hurt that he was calling our relationship a distraction. His words stung a little. "I'm sorry, Steve," he said as took my hand in his. "It's just for two weeks, then we will have all the time in the world to be together." I didn't know how I felt about all of this. I had just discovered the strongest and purest feelings I'd ever had for another person, and now he was asking me to put those feelings on hold for two weeks so that they didn't interfere with his plans. Just last night I had wondered if I was falling in love with him, and now he was asking me to stop feeling that way about him for a few weeks, like it was some kind of tap that could be switched on and off. I knew that the race in London was make or break for him, and I realised that he had been chasing this dream since he was a kid, but I couldn't help wondering exactly what this meant for us - for Bailey and me. I couldn't help questioning whether our relationship was part of his goals for the future, or if this was just a distraction that stood in the way of him realising his real dreams. My private introspection was interrupted by the sensation of his lips pressing against mine as he kissed me. "Thank-you for being so understanding, Steve," he murmured between kisses. We continued kissing and it didn't take long for those doubts to be pushed to one side as my more primal instincts quickly took control of my body. Almost immediately our tongues began wrestling and our hands started roaming across one another's naked bodies as we kissed and canoodled right there on the beach. "Wanna take this back to the cabin?" I asked as I stood up and held out my hand to him. "Not yet," he replied in a sexy voice before moving around so that he was kneeling in front me, looking up into my eyes. He smiled at me before his tongue began teasing the end of my throbbing cock, and it was only a matter of minutes before my warm cum was being pumped down his throat right there on the sandy beach, just a few metres away from the campground where forty students and one cantankerous swimming coach slept, completely oblivious to what was going on. "Let's got back to bed," he said as he wiped the last of my cum from his lips. As we began walking back towards our cabin I noticed that he was quietly chuckling to himself. "You know, you kinda acted like a bit of a drama-queen tonight," he said, much to my embarrassment. Before I could apologise he continued. "You've been a fag for five minutes and already you're being a diva!" he joked. "So much for not being gay," he quipped, making light of what could have been an awkward situation. The next morning I was woken by the sensation of Bailey's soft lips touching against mine. Still half-asleep, I instinctively kissed him back, opening my mouth and allowing his tongue to enter. I felt his firm body against mine, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer to him. His morning wood pushed against me as my eyes slowly began to open. "Fuck!" I cried out when I suddenly realised the time. I pushed him away as I leapt from the bed. "What's wrong?" he asked. "I slept in!" I exclaimed. "I was supposed to wake the team up at 5 o'clock. Coach Foster will be furious!" I continued. Bailey started laughing. "It's not funny, Bailey!" I shouted at him. "Help me!" I shrieked. He laughed. "I already woke them up and they're all down on the beach doing their training drills. It's all taken care of," he said calmly. "Come back to bed, Steve." "What? I don't understand..." I replied, standing beside the bed looking down at him, unable to comprehend what was happening. "I knew you would be tired after everything that happened last night, so I switched your alarm off so you could sleep in," he explained, reaching out and grabbing me by the hand and pulling me back down onto the bed. "But surely the coach noticed I was missing?" I asked as he pulled me back into his strong arms. "I told him you were making a start on breakfast," he replied as he began kissing his way down my neck. "Well I guess you planned it all perfectly," I said sarcastically, feeling just a little bit peeved at just how effective his plan had been. "Yep," he responded smugly before kissing me on the mouth. His hands made their way down my chest and before long his fingers were rubbing along my throbbing morning glory. "We probably shouldn't..." I tried to protest, knowing that it wouldn't be long until the team would be returning for breakfast. "Breakfast has been taken care of," he replied, reading my unspoken thoughts. "There's just one other thing I need to take care of," he said as he pushed me flat on my back and kissed me hard on the lips. Even if I had wanted to pull away from him, I was hopelessly addicted to his sex, so it wasn't long before his cock had slipped back inside me and filled my innards with several more shots of his seed. We quickly showered and made our way to the kitchen to prepare for the arrival of the hungry team. We had been in the kitchen for just over a minute when I saw the first of the boys making their way back up the beach. I looked across and saw Bailey smile as my body language showed my relief to have made it in the knick of time. "Planned to perfection," he whispered as he moved past me to chat with his teammates. The coach interrupted everyone's breakfast to announce that they had ten minutes to get ready for their trek to the nearby lighthouse. "You'll need plenty of water and a hat because we'll be gone for three hours," he commanded as the boys began rushing off to get dressed. "I probably shouldn't risk being out in the sun like that, what with London just a few days away and everything," Bailey suggested to the coach as he stacked his dishes in the tray. "Yep. Don't want to risk it," the coach concurred. "You stay here and keep your fluids up. You can give Mr McQueen a hand in the kitchen." "Whatever you say, coach," he responded without enthusiasm, but I could see the sly smirk on his face. "Another part of your plan?" I asked him once the coach was safely out of earshot. He just smiled. No sooner had the team disappeared beyond the sand-dunes when I was shocked to turn around and discover Bailey standing there completely naked, with his magnificent 7-inch member protruding proudly from his body. He grabbed the dishes I was holding in my hands and threw them to the sink before he lunged forward and pulled me against his naked form. We kissed passionately as our tongues fought for dominance inside one another's mouths, and within a few minutes he began ripping off my clothes as he ground his hips against mine. All of a sudden he stopped what he was doing and turned around to face the kitchen bench. Like a scene from the movies, Bailey used his arms to thrust all the contents from the bench onto the floor, before lifting me up onto it and ravishing my body. Just moments later I felt the familiar sensation of his cock pushing against my opening, so I wrapped my legs around his hips as I leant back and welcomed the incursion. Before long I was able to feel all seven inches of his monster pushing inside me, and I tried to squeeze my rim muscles around the invading member to heighten our enjoyment of this experience. He thrust himself inside me, his cock pounding me over and over again, and I was in fits of rapture. He broke our kiss and moved his mouth to my neck, biting the skin and causing me to cry out loud while he continued pummelling my passage. We kissed, we fucked, we moaned, and it wasn't long before I started to feel light-headed from the intensity of our tryst. Bailey was amazing, and every inch of my body was tingling from the sensation of him driving himself deep inside me. "Oh Bailey, you are amazing!" I cried out involuntarily between all the moans, groans, puffs and pants I was emitting. "Yeah - you like that?" he asked. "Oh fuck! It's incredible. Keep going!" I commanded him as our animalistic passion took over. I could feel him thrusting faster and harder as every muscle in his sweaty body tensed and strained. He summoned all his strength to drive his member deep inside me, over and over again, and I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. He kept this frenetic pace going for several more minutes before I finally felt his dick spasming and unloading inside me. I squeezed hard on his shaft with my rim muscle to milk his cum out of him, causing him to shoot another couple of rounds. The sensation pushed me over the edge, resulting in my cock erupting between our heaving chests, delivering my fourth climax in twelve hours between our sweaty bodies. As we lay there on the kitchen bench, Bailey ran his finger through the pools of cum that were splattered between our torsos. "Coach did tell me to keep my fluids up," he joked as he lifted his finger to his mouth and tasted the hot cum that I had shot just a moment ago. "Mmmmm, tastes good," he said before he grabbed another finger-load of cum and pushed it between my lips. He started to slowly move his softening cock around inside me, and I suddenly had an idea. I looked into his eyes and a devious grin spread across my face as I used my thigh muscles to pull him forward again and reproduce his thrusting movements that I had so enjoyed. "Again?" he asked with an incredulous mix of exasperation and exhaustion. "Again!" I demanded. "If I have to go without this for the next two weeks then I'm getting as much as I can now!" "That's what I like to hear," he smirked before he leant forward and began kissing me again. His tongue drove inside my mouth and we began necking like our very lives depended on it. It was only a few minutes before his youthful 17 year old phallus had returned to full mast, and I felt him pushing deep inside me again. He began fucking me even more powerfully than before as we set off in search of our fifth nut in twelve hours, and for the next twenty minutes, I scratched my fingers down his tanned, muscular back as I enjoyed the pleasure of being banged by the beautiful teenager. He turned me over onto my stomach and began plowing me from behind; my arse was burning but my only desire was to make him climax one more time. Over and over, he thrusted, grunted and moaned, before finally hitting the point of no return and began depositing another load inside me. He collapsed down on top of me, panting and out of breath - even this incredibly fit, national-champion swimmer had run out of stamina after this much sex. Eventually he found the strength to pull out and he rolled over beside me. When I had finally caught my breath, I stood up and took in the sight of the naked teenager who lay sprawled across the bench. His chest was rising and falling heavily as he lay there open-mouthed, unable to speak. "I think I'm going to need a nap," he eventually said. "I think so," I smiled back. "I'm sorry about the mess," he said as he looked around at the plates that were strewn across the floor. "Trust me - it was worth it," I responded. "That was amazing!" The rest of the day went by without much fanfare. After a brief power-nap, Bailey joined in the afternoon activities with his team-mates before the entire group packed and headed back to school. Bailey and I were both exhausted when we got into bed later that evening and after cumming so many times in the past twenty-four hours, sex was the last thing on our minds. As we lay there together in my bed we talked about his preparation for London, and I began priming myself for a fortnight where I wouldn't see much of the boy I had become so fond of, and so used to sharing my bed with. He explained that the next ten days were about nothing more than eating, sleeping and training, and even though I was impressed by how disciplined he was, I was also sad to be having to place my feelings on hold in the meantime. Eventually he drifted off into a peaceful sleep, but I lay wide awake with one nagging thought going around and around in my brain all night: what if he doesn't win his race? **** Enjoying the story? Send me an email to lewsmorals@mail.com to share your thoughts.