Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2018 06:48:41 +0100 From: Lewis Morales Subject: Bailey and Me 20 '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. There's only two more chapters of `Bailey and Me' to go after this one - so please drop me an email to lewsmorals@mail.com and let me know what you think. This might be your last chance to influence the finale! And don't forget to donate to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html so they can keep publishing stories like this. *20* "So how do you guys know each other?" Ben asked me. "Steve is my boyfriend," Bailey responded on my behalf before I could say anything. As he placed his hand on top of mine and squeezed it, I sat there open-mouthed in disbelief. I couldn't believe this was all happening! My initial reaction at seeing Ben had been to worry whether his sudden reappearance in Bailey's life might have caused trouble; he was, after all, the first guy that Bailey had ever loved and the first guy he'd ever had sex with. But in introducing me as his boyfriend he had just blown all my doubts and fears out of the water, and proven to me that he really did love me. As I sat there listening to Bailey and Ben catching up and sharing stories about what they had been doing since their last meeting almost four years ago, my mind began to wander. I found myself thinking about how far my relationship with Bailey had come in just a few short months; it wasn't all that long ago that I was a `straight' man who was starting my new teaching job in an Australian boarding school and hoping to avoid all complications as I lived a carefree life, yet here I was just a few short months later, sitting in a bar in London with a teenage male student, who had just told me that he loved me before introducing me as his boyfriend to his ex-lover. I couldn't stop myself from smiling as I thought about how much my life had changed in that time, and how happy I was to have found an amazing guy like Bailey. When I looked up I saw them both staring at me, I suddenly became aware that their chatter had ceased. It seems that in my moment of introspection I hadn't been keeping up with their conversation, and by the expectant looks on their faces I could tell that they were both waiting for me to respond to whatever questioned had been asked. "Sorry, what did you say?" I said, trying to cover-up the fact that my mind had, momentarily, been elsewhere. "I asked what kind of work you do?" Ben replied as he stared intently into my eyes. I suddenly froze, wondering how I could possibly find my way out of this situation. Telling Ben the truth would surely only create more questions than answers, and I didn't know if I was ready to face such a barrage. I looked at Bailey hoping he would do his usual trick of diving in and saving me, but this time he just smirked back at me as he left me to fend for myself. "I'm...I'm...I'm...a...a...writer," I managed to feebly respond after an awkward and unnecessarily long silence. "Oh really?" Ben responded. "What type of things do you write? Have you written anything I might know?" he asked. "Um...no...I mean...probably not...um...just...mainly...y'know...short stories," I stumbled and stammered unintelligibly. I looked at Bailey whose smirk had grown bigger; clearly he was enjoying watching me fumble my way through this. "Could you please excuse me for a moment?" I announced, before standing up and making my way to the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face; I felt like such an idiot. I couldn't help but wonder what Ben must have thought of me, and more importantly whether I had done enough to hide the true nature of my relationship with my teenage student from his ex-lover. I spent a few minutes trying to calm my nerves before returning to our table. I could see them laughing as I made my way back across the room, and when I saw Ben's hand reaching out and touching Bailey's arm it caused a pang of jealousy to shoot through my body. Even though I knew it was a silly reaction, there was a part of me that couldn't help but wonder whether Bailey still held a candle for his former beau. "So Ben knows this great club not far from here," Bailey announced when I sat down beside him. "Yeah," Ben added, trying to lend his support to the argument. "It's an awesome club! I know the guy who runs the place and he always looks after me. I'm sure he won't mind me bringing some of my sexy Aussie mates along." "It sounds fantastic!" Bailey added with gleeful excitement. "Do you wanna go?" he asked me with an animated expression that told me he really wanted me to say yes. "C'mon, it'll be great!" Ben said as he clasped his strong hand on my shoulder for emphasis. I looked at the excitement on both their faces and I didn't want to be the one who spoiled the party, so I nodded my consent. "We'll have a great time," Ben assured me as he pulled out his phone and began messaging his friend. We walked straight past the queue in front of the club to be greeted by a handsome, middle-aged guy who was waiting for us at the door. He hugged Ben enthusiastically, suggesting to me that they were more than just friends, and I relished the experience of being whisked straight inside and being treated like a VIP. The music was deafeningly loud, and through the strobes of coloured light, I could see that the dance-floor was packed full of young, good looking guys. No sooner had we sat down at a private table overlooking the entire room when a bottle of expensive champagne and several glasses magically appeared in front of us. "Cheers!" I heard Ben yell out as he smile at me and placed a full glass in my hand. After a few drinks Ben grabbed our hands and dragged us out onto the dance floor. "C'mon!" he shouted to me when he sensed my resistance. I wasn't much of a dancer, and I really wasn't into this kind of music, but I also didn't want to let them out of my sight for fear that I might never find them again. Ben positioned himself between Bailey and me as we all began dancing to the music - it turned out that he was an excellent dancer, whose sexy moves soon caught the eye of everyone around him, especially when after pulled his shirt off over his head and exposed his magnificently muscled physique to the entire room. The sight of his naked torso was even hotter than I had expected, with his strong, broad shoulders and pronounced pecs sitting proudly above his eight-pack abs, while his defined v-lines plunged down into his taut, narrow waistline. I looked at the gorgeous hunk with a combination of desire and envy, and I could see from Bailey's face that I wasn't the only one. Ben was smoking hot! As we continued dancing, I watched on with a mix of excitement and jealousy as Ben leant forward and pulled Bailey's tight t-shirt up over his head. I could feel my cock becoming aroused from the sight of the pair of hunks in front of me, and I couldn't tear my eyes away as they began dancing suggestively and rubbing their exposed bodies against one another's. It was really turning me on to watch the two gorgeous, shirtless hunks behaving in such a sensual and seductive way - their hands erotically exploring each other's bodies as their hips moved together in time with the music. The look on both their faces told me that they were just moments away from kissing, and I desperately hoped that Bailey wouldn't cross that line as I began to feel increasingly insecure over something that had started out as a bit of harmless fun. Bailey must have sensed my unease as he suddenly lurched forward and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me forward so that I was in between their toned bodies. Bailey pressed himself against my chest, grinding his hips into mine and pulling my hands around his neck before he leaned in and started kissing me. The sensation of our hard dicks rubbing together added to the allure of his sweaty, naked chest pressing against me, and I realised that Bailey's actions were as much about sending a message to Ben as anything else. It took me by complete surprise when I suddenly felt Ben's magnificent body sidling up behind me, his hips pressing against mine and his sweaty, muscular chest rubbing against my back. I could discern the outline of his hard cock thrusting against my buttocks as his hands began moving up and down my sides before his fingers found their way underneath my shirt. When he started kissing my neck and teasing my nipples with his fingers I almost came in my pants, and I could feel hundreds of sets of eyes staring at me with envy as the two hot, shirtless hunks rubbed and gyrated against me. We stayed at the club until the early hours of the morning, and despite my initial reticence to go I was having the most incredible night of my life. The effects of too many glasses of champagne in the club, and having been dancing provocatively with my gorgeous boyfriend and his hunky ex-lover for the past few hours, meant that I pulled Bailey's mouth against mine and we began making out in the cab on our way back to the hotel. Once we were safely ensconced in our hotel room, we enjoyed a bout of wild and erotic love-making before I finally crashed into a deep sleep. When I woke the next morning I had a pounding headache as I felt the full effects of all the champagne I'd been drinking at the club. Bailey, who had kept to his word and drunk water all night, was feeling fine, as he fussed over me and tried to help me feel better. "So are you coming to Camden with Ben and me?" he asked me as he gently stroked my hair. "What?" I groaned unhappily. "We said we'd meet Ben at Camden this morning. Do you still want to come?" he asked. "No," I replied as I curled up into the foetal position. Bailey just laughed at my sorry state. "Ok." he smiled. "I'm going out for a while, and when I come back we can decide what we want to do. You just get some sleep so you feel better," he whispered to me before he leant down and kissed me sweetly on the cheek. I must have fallen back to sleep almost immediately because the next thing I remember was the sound of the door opening as Bailey came back into the hotel room several hours later. I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep. "Hey, gorgeous!" he beamed when he came into the room and saw me. "How are you feeling?" "Better," I replied. "Sorry about earlier. I never was very good at handling booze." "Don't worry about it," he replied as he climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around me, pulling my body tight against his. I immediately felt comforted by the familiar touch. "Are you hungry?" he asked me. "I could definitely use some breakfast," I replied. "Breakfast?" he laughed. "Steve it's 3 o'clock in the afternoon. You've slept almost the entire day," he replied. "I guess I've been out longer than I'd thought," I replied. "So what did you and Ben get up to today?" I asked him. I was hoping that my question sounded politely inquisitive, but in reality I do confess that it was laced with just a hint of jealousy about the connection I had noticed between the two last night. After all, Ben was his first true love, and from what I had seen the gorgeous hunk still felt something for my boyfriend, leaving me more than a little bit worried it might be a mutual attraction. "Just wandered around really," he replied. "It was great to experience London from a local's perspective." "What did you guys talk about?" I asked, fishing for more details. "Oh, y'know, mostly it was stories from school. We talked about people we knew and places we used to go." "So nothing in particular?" I questioned again. "Not really," he replied. "I know where this is going, Steve," he added as he kissed the back of my neck, "and you can stop worrying. You're the one I want to be with ok?" "Sorry," I replied, embarrassed by my stupid jealousy. Bailey used his strong arms to turn me around so we could now see each other's faces. He leant forward and kissed me on the lips. We kissed passionately for a few moments as his hand rubbed up and down my chest. "That's all in the past," he said. "It's you that I want to be with," he added reassuringly. "Thank you," I replied, feeling somewhat embarrassed that I had been feeling jealous. "And besides, I'm pretty sure he was interested in someone else last night," Bailey added. "What do you mean?" I questioned. "Ben was too busy making eyes at someone else to notice me," he said with a smirk on his face. "What?" I replied. "He thought you were hot," he said. "Fuck off! He did not." I spat back. "I'm serious!" he said. "What? Don't be ridiculous," I said sarcastically. "How is that ridiculous? You are hot!" he announced before he kissed me again. "We both saw the way he was looking it you - he fancies you." "No he doesn't!" I protested. "Yes he does!" He replied. "He told me this morning that he thought you were sexy. He asked me what it was like to have sex with you and I think he was pretty turned on," he added. "What?" I cried out, reeling from the shock of what he'd just said. "What did you tell him?" "I told him you were an amazing lover." There was a short pause as Bailey broke eye contact, considering his next move. Finally he continued. "But I think he'd rather find out for himself," he added, making me recoil in shock. "What?" I asked. "Ben told me he wants to have sex with you. And me. He wants to have sex with us." "WHAT?" I cried out. "Are you serious?" I shouted in response to this bombshell. "Yes," he replied. As first I thought this was all a joke, and I expected him to break into a fit of laughter, but as I stared at his face I saw a very serious expression. "No way!" I finally declared. "You're making it up." "I'm being totally serious," he said, his usually playful, jocular face having given way to a more serious and stern look. He stared into my eyes. "What did you say?" I queried, now that I realised he was being serious. "I said I'd talk to you about it."
 "But..." I began, but couldn't complete my sentence. "He wanted me to ask you whether we might be interested in a threesome," he announced very matter-of-factly. "Holy shit!" I cried out, before leaving a pause as I let the idea sink in. "What did you say?" I asked but he didn't answer me, instead breaking eye contact and looking away. After a long pause I asked the question that I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer to. "Bailey, do you want to have a threesome with Ben?" "Kind of..." he said very softly after a very long pause. "Really?" I replied. I was completely floored by his response. "I dunno. I mean...I guess it...I think that..." for once it was Bailey's turn to be lost for words. He wouldn't make eye contact with me and I couldn't get a reading on the expression on his face. "Just forget about it, it's a stupid idea," he finally added before rolling onto his side and facing away from me, leaving neither of us convinced by his meagre repudiation. A long and awkward silence hung in the air as I lay there thinking about what Bailey had just said. My immediate reaction to his suggestion was that I didn't want to share our love with anyone else, and I hated the idea of involving another person in our relationship as our love was special. I cared more for Bailey than I had ever cared about another person and I wanted to keep him all to myself, so I didn't like the idea of involving someone else in what was our most intimate expression of our feelings for one another. Even though we'd only been together a short time, our physical relationship was intense and the feeling of him inside me was like an electrical current that connected us. The thought of Bailey having sex with someone else made me feel very uneasy, especially because I knew about their history together. But on the other hand, I thought about how much I trusted Bailey, and how confident I was when he told me that his history with Ben was all behind him. He had told me that he wanted to be with me and not Ben, and I truly believed him. Then, of course, there was one other very important and significant factor to consider before I made my final decision; the fact that deep-down I really wanted to do it. Bailey's reaction had made it abundantly clear to me that he was keen to have the threesome, and despite my hesitation and protestations, there was a part of me that did too. The idea of sharing our physical intimacy with a third person was an incredible aphrodisiac, especially when that person happened to be as hot as Ben. Knowing that he was attracted to me was intoxicating; I figured that someone as sexy as him would be way out of my league. The more I pondered the physical machinations of a threesome with the two gorgeous men, and considered the prospect of adding another strong, muscular body into the sexual mix, the more I found myself feeling aroused. There was something entirely titillating about the prospect of doing something crazy like this. Here I was in London, away from my normal life, with two incredibly hot guys who were both attracted to me - I wondered how many times an opportunity like this might present itself. "So if I did say yes, how might we go about it?" I asked Bailey after a very long silence. The realisation that I was consenting to his request seemed to surprise him; I'm quite sure he hadn't expected me to agree to his request. "What?" he responded in shock as he rolled back towards me. I smiled at him. "Are you serious?" he asked. "It's certainly not the worst offer I've ever had," I joked back. "Really?" he asked. "Are you sure, Steve?" "Bailey, I love you." I said to him. "I trust you completely. You are the most amazing person I've ever met and you have opened my eyes to so many things. I think we need to set some boundaries, but yeah, if you're keen to do this then I am too." "Wow!" he responded. "I wasn't expecting that response," he continued. "Me either!" I exclaimed. "But I figured we're only young once and this opportunity might never happen again." He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It was an incredibly slow, passionate kiss, conveying his love for me and his happiness that I had granted his request. As we continued kissing our passions intensified and our hands began wandering over each other's bodies, grappling, groping and grasping one other erotically. Our explorations gathered momentum, and before long we began removing one another's clothing; it didn't take long before I felt the familiar sensation of his cock entering my passage as we made love slowly and intensely, our impassioned physical connection a representation of our unbreakable bond. An hour or so later, with our energy reserves having been depleted from our passionate tryst, we dressed and headed out for a meal. We sat down at a restaurant along the Thames River, and I stared out at the beautiful sights of the city while Bailey began messaging Ben to organise our rendezvous for later in the evening. "So how are we going to do this?" I asked. "Ben is working until eight, and he said that he'll come meet us at our hotel when he finishes," Bailey responded. "I meant, how are we going to...y'know...do this? Mechanically, I mean." I added. Bailey gave me a confused look, so I continued. "Who is going to have sex with who?" I asked rather bluntly. "Whom," he corrected me, before smirking at me across the table. "Don't be an arsehole," I chastised him but it just caused him to smirk even more. "Don't worry," he calmly responded as he reached his hand out to hold mine. "I've got a plan." "Of course you do," I shot back at him. I broke eye contact and looked out across the river to the city skyline in the background. Suddenly the notion that I was going to have sex with two guys was looming as a very real prospect and I began to worry about the implications it might have. "Stop worrying," Bailey said to me, again demonstrating his innate ability to read my body language. "Tonight will be incredible." He stroked my hand with his fingers as his smirk gave way to a much more genuine and loving smile. "I know you're worried about Ben and me," he added, "but what we had is in the past. I did love him once, but we've both moved on with our lives. I love you, Steve," he said as he leant forward and kissed me on the lips, causing me to blush from the public display of affection. "Thank you," I responded. "If you are feeling uncomfortable about anything we're doing, or if you want to stop at any time, you just have to say the word and we will end it. If something is bothering you then we'll stop immediately - I don't want to do anything that will make you think that I don't love you and want to be with you more than anyone else in the world," he said. My heart filled with love as I smiled to myself, confident that I was ready to open myself up to this new experience. I just hoped it didn't end in disaster. ***** Two more chapters to go - drop me an email and let me know what you think : lewsmorals@mail.com