Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2018 12:08:53 +0200 From: Lewis Morales Subject: Bailey and Me 22 This is the final chapter of `Bailey and Me' but before you read it I want to forewarn you that this story doesn't have a Disney-style ending. If you are expecting to hear that `they all lived happily ever after' then maybe you shouldn't read the finale. This entire story has been about Steve's journey of self-discovery, and in this final instalment he is going to learn a few hard truths about life. If you find you haven't had enough of Bailey, I've started writing a spin-off series called `Young Bailey' which you can find in the High School section on Nifty. This new story is a prequel of sorts, set about four years prior to `Bailey and Me'. As always, I love to hear your feedback so please drop 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. The usual disclaimer still applies - `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. *22 - Finale* I stood under the shower head, letting the water cascade over my body as I reflected on what had been the most incredible night of my life. Despite my initial hesitance about taking part in a threesome with my boyfriend and his ex-lover, I was glad that they had talked me into doing it. The two hunks had brought me to orgasm more times than I could remember, and just as they'd promised it had been an experience that I would never forget. I finished washing away the dried cum and sweat from my body, before getting out of the shower and dressing for the day ahead. I kissed Bailey gently on the cheek to wake him - we had just over 24 hours before we were due to fly home, and I wanted to make the most of our short time together in this amazing city. After breakfast we went to the Globe Theatre in Southwark; as a writer and an English teacher, Shakespeare's theatre was somewhere I'd always wanted to visit. Just as we were about to start the tour Bailey's phone rang so he stayed behind to answer it while I went ahead. I thought he would catch up to me after he had finished his conversation, but over an hour later, and with the tour completed, he was nowhere to be found. I went outside and saw Bailey standing exactly where I had left him, still talking on the phone to whomever had called him. Although I couldn't hear what he was saying, I could see from his animated expressions that it must have been an important call. After a moment I made my way over to where he was standing and reached out to touch his arm to make him aware that I was there. "So you're going to finalise all the details and email me once everything is finalised," I heard him saying into the phone. Moments later he ended the call and I noticed how unusually expressionless his face seemed. "Is everything ok?" I asked. Given that he had just spent the past hour on the phone I figured that it must have been bad news. In the time that I'd known Bailey I'd learnt to read his emotions by staring into his eyes, but on this occasion they seemed glazed, almost as if his mind was elsewhere. I couldn't tell what was going on, and it made me worry. "Bailey, what is it?" I asked again when he didn't respond to my earlier question. "Um...well..." he tried to reply before petering out and breaking eye contact. I knew immediately that something was wrong. "Bailey," I said as I moved closer to him and took his hand in mine. "I'm ok," he responded disingenuously. I knew he wasn't being truthful - his forced smile seemed insincere and there was something in his eyes that made me question the honesty of what he was saying. "Are you sure you don't want to talk about the phone call?" I queried, trying to garner some details about the mysterious conversation. "It was just some swimming stuff. It's not important, we can talk about it later," he replied before looking away. I didn't know how to respond, so I just kept staring at him as I gripped his hand even more tightly with mine. After a moment of uneasy silence, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me towards him in an embrace. "I love you, Steve," he said. "I'm so sorry I missed the tour. Was it as good as you'd hoped?" he asked, clearly trying to change the subject. I stood there wondering what was going on inside his head but Bailey was giving no indication of what he was thinking. My mind raced as I contemplated what that call might have been about - it had obviously been very important as it had caused a total change in his demeanour - but I realised there was no point dwelling on the issue if he wasn't ready to share whatever news he had just received. "Yeah it was amazing," I replied, even though I could tell he wasn't really listening. We set off into the city centre and for the next few hours we just wandered around, taking in the tourist sights. We strolled hand-in-hand, occasionally stopping to take a few photos and sharing a tender moment, but Bailey's behaviour remained unusually subdued. After a few hours we headed back to the hotel for a rest before dinner and even though I tried to relax as I lay on the bed cuddled up in the arms my loving boyfriend, his sullenness was weighing heavily on my mind. Eventually I woke him so that we wouldn't be late for our dinner reservation, and despite enjoying the veritable gastronomic feast I just couldn't stop fixating on how quiet and distant Bailey seemed. As much as I loved him, one thing that really bothered me was the way he would just shut down when something was troubling him. It was an unusually warm night, so after dinner I suggested we take a stroll along the river bank to enjoy the lights of the city. I hoped that the walk would help him relax enough to talk about whatever was bothering him, and as we silently made our way back to the hotel my plan worked when Bailey finally broke his silence. "I need to talk to you about something," he said. I looked over at Bailey and from the expression on his face I knew something was wrong. "Is everything ok?" I managed to reply. "Steve...I don't really know how to say this..." he began before fading out. I squeezed his hand, encouraging him to continue, but he seemed defeated by the challenge. "I guess I just need to come right out and say it," he began as he sat down on one of the benches overlooking the Thames River. I sat down beside him and put my arm around him. "You know that phone call I had earlier today?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. I could feel my heart beating a thousand miles a minute as I braced myself in anticipation, wondering whate he was going to say next. "It was a call from a swimming coach in the United States. One of the top colleges sent a scout to the junior world championships and he saw my race." "Oh," I replied. "Well it turns out he was pretty impressed with my technique and skill. He thinks that with the right coaching I could take more than a second off my time and possibly go on to break the world record," he continued. I kept staring at him as I braced myself for the words I already knew were going to come next. "He wants me to come and train with him in America," he continued. "When?" I asked him. "He wants me to start next week so I have plenty of time to prepare for the Olympic trials early next year," he replied with an expressionless face. I broke eye contact, and there was a tense silence as my mind processed everything he was saying. Even though I felt utterly crushed by what he had just told me, I summoned up every ounce of my strength as I attempted to feign an upbeat and supportive response. "That sounds like an amazing opportunity," I responded through gritted teeth."Which University is it?" "Michigan," he replied. "It's probably the best swimming program in the States. It's where Michael Phelps trains," he responded. He looked at me and I saw the incredible sadness in his eyes - we both realised what this would mean for our relationship. After another long and uneasy silence, I finally garnered the strength to ask the question I already knew the answer to. Even though I didn't want to hear him say the words, I had to ask. "So are you going to accept the offer?" "Oh Steve, I'm so sorry," was all he could say as his stoney expression finally collapsed and tears began to roll down his cheeks. I fought hard to control my own emotions, figuring that both of us crying would only make an already difficult situation worse. He tried to kiss me, but I couldn't do it; instead I stood up and began to walk away. "Steve!" he called after me, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. I couldn't face him. I could accept that this was an incredible opportunity for Bailey and I knew that this was the right thing for him and his swimming career, but in that very moment I couldn't face him. I could actually feel my heart breaking, so I just kept walking away from the man who had just broken it. Eventually I found a park bench and sat down to let the cold, stark reality of the situation sink in. I must have sat there alone for more than an hour before I was able to find the strength to get on my feet again. It was after midnight as I walked aimlessly around the quiet London streets - I didn't really know where I was going, but I felt the need to just keep moving. Some time after three in the morning it started to rain, and upon realising I had nowhere else to go I walked back to the hotel to change out of my wet clothes. When I got back to my room, I found Bailey asleep on my bed. The sound of the opening door must have startled him as he leapt up. "Steve I'm so sorry...." he began before I stopped him. "Bailey..." I interrupted. "Please don't say anything more." It sounded harsh, but at that moment I knew there was no way that words would be able to fix this predicament. "But..." he tried to interject before I again cut him off. "...You have to go to Michigan," I said to him as I placed my finger on his lips to indicate that I didn't want him to speak. "We both know it's the right thing to do," I added. "I'm so sorry," he muttered softly as we stood there staring at each other, neither one of us seemed to know quite what else to do. "You should get out of these wet clothes," he said to me as he stepped forward and began removing my soaked jacket. He threw it on the chair before he leant into me and pressed his lips gently against mine, kissing me softly. I was torn; I didn't want to kiss him back, but I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to hate him for what he was doing, but at the same time I just couldn't. Bailey took me by the hand and directed me to the chair before kneeling down to remove my wet shoes and socks. After discarding them he pulled me back to my feet, kissing me again as he slowly and carefully unfastened the buttons on my vest. After removing my soaked shirt, he began rubbing his fingers up and down my naked torso. Next he moved his hands down to unfasten my belt, and as he did, he leant down and began kissing and licking my nipples, causing me to moan in response. He unfastened my trousers and pushed them to the floor, leaving me standing there in my boxer briefs which by now were well and truly tented at the front. His mouth returned to mine as he rubbed his hands seductively along the top of my underwear, before his fingers finally slipped inside. After a few minutes of passionate kissing he dropped to his knees and began nibbling on the head of my penis through the material of my sodden underpants. His tongue shifted back and forth between the outline of my cock and balls, before he finally slid my underwear down and released my throbbing manhood. He took the tip inside his warm mouth, nibbling and sucking on the head, before licking his way up and down the shaft and enveloping my entire length. He drove himself up and down, again and again, as he set about deep-throating me in the most amazing display of oral skill I had ever experienced. I managed to pull him off my throbbing cock just in time. I directed him to his feet before I began undressing him in much the same way as he had just done to me. I was totally aroused by his naked form and I allowed my hands to slowly explore every aspect of his beautiful body for one last time, as if trying to memorise every form and contour of the muscular teenage physique that I knew I would never feel again after tonight. Eventually I felt Bailey pull back. "I love you, Steve," he announced as he stared deep into my eyes. After a long pause to consider my options, I responded. "I love you too, Bailey," I replied before I kissed him. I don't know why I said that, because it only caused my heart to ache even more for the boy who was responsible for breaking it; a boy who, after tonight, I knew would no longer be in my life. "I want you inside me," he whsipered. "What?" I asked, surprised by what I had just heard. "I want to try it tonight. I want to know what it's like to feel your cock inside me." "Are you sure?" I asked. He leant forward and kissed me hard on the lips as his arms completely enveloped me and pulled our bodies even closer than before. "I want to feel everything that you have felt. I want you to make love to me, and I want to know what it feels like to have your dick erupting inside me and filling me with your juices," he responded. "I want to take a part of you with me." I didn't really know how to respond to this request. "Okay - if that's what you want," I acquiesced. "It is. I want you inside me, Steve. I want to know what it means to completely give myself to you that way," he replied. He stared into my eyes for a moment before once again kissing me passionately on the lips, as his tongue thrust deep inside my mouth. Even though it was after three in the morning, I knew this would be the last time we'd be together so I took my time making love to the beautiful teen. "Oh God!" I cried out in ecstasy when, after much preparation, I finally pushed my cock into his virgin hole, feeling the warmth of his passage for the first time. It wasn't long before my entire length was buried deep inside the young man who was breaking my heart, the incredible physical sensations a stark contrast to the emotional void I felt inside me. I made love to him slowly, making it last as long as I could, before eventually shooting my load deep inside Bailey's passage and seeding my boyfriend for both the first, and the last, time. I lay in his arms for the next hour as I watched him sleeping. I desperately wanted to hold onto him for as long as I could - I knew that this was the last time I would be with him. In just a few hours I would be flying back home to Australia and going back to my real life, and I knew that the fantasy we had shared for the past few months was now coming to an end, but I couldn't bring myself to let it, or him, go just yet. It hurt more than I could have ever imagined, but at the same time I wasn't ready to let myself cry just yet. I figured that there would be plenty of time to feel sad later, but right now I wanted to concentrate on making our last few moments together as precious as possible. I lay there in the bed staring at Bailey's beautiful face and holding his body against mine as the sun started to rise, the dawn of the new day symbolising the end of our final night together. Eventually I had to untangle myself from his arms and get into the shower as I knew the car would be collecting me for the airport in just a few minutes. I didn't want to leave, but deep down I knew I had to let go. The decision had been made, and for both our sakes I needed to move on. I knew that going to Michigan was the right decision for his swimming career and I had to accept it, even if I didn't like it. I had always known that swimming was his number one priority and our relationship could only ever come in second place. I knew that he loved me, but I knew that he loved swimming more and there was just no way I could compete. He could never be happy back in Australia wondering what might have been, and I could never ask him to give up his dream for me - I loved him too much for that. I got into the shower, feeling the warm water rushing over my body, and I almost jumped with fright when I heard the door opening. Bailey stepped into the stall behind me and immediately came towards me, wrapping his strong arms around me as he pulled our bodies together. "You weren't going to leave without saying goodbye were you?" he asked. His lips were soon upon mine and we began kissing passionately as our hands roamed over one another's slick bodies one last time. He began grinding his hips into mine as our tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths, and within a few moments I could feel his thick cock rubbing against my own. I was so overcome with lust that I broke our kiss and demanded that he fuck me right there and then. I turned toward the wall to present my arse for the taking and he wasted no time as his thick cock entered my passage without a moment's hesitation. His firm chest pressed against my back and he wrapped his arms around me as he began pounding into me, fast, deep and hard. He kissed my neck as he drove himself inside me for the very last time and I couldn't get enough of the sensations his body was giving mine; even though the rough, hard sex was hurting, the sensation was incredible and I desperately wanted it to last forever. I had never felt so aroused or horny, and the explosion of our concurrent climaxes left us both breathless as our bodies collapsed against one another's. The sound of the phone woke me from the trance of our wild love-making - it was the hotel reception calling to tell me that the car had arrived to take me to the airport. I quickly put on my clothes and threw my last remaining items into my suitcase as I raced for the door. We both knew that there were no words that would make this parting any easier, and our deep connection meant that any attempt would be redundant anyway, so I gave him one final kiss on the lips before silently walking out the door, and out of his life. I made it to the airport with just minutes to spare and was soon ensconced into my first-class suite as I prepared for the flight back home. The plane began hurtling down the runway and as I looked across the aisle to Bailey's empty seat a flood of tears began streaming down my face. And just like that, our love affair was over. ****** Thanks to all the loyal readers who have been on this journey with me over the past few months. As always, I love to hear your feedback so please drop 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.