Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2017 13:10:15 +0200
From: Lewis Morales <lewsmorals@mail.com>
Subject: Bailey and Me 3

This story 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 then please do not proceed.

This is the third instalment of `Bailey and Me'. I'd love to hear your
thoughts and feedback about this story, so please send me an email:
lewsmorals@mail.com

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*3*

It had been a week since I'd stumbled across Bailey and Kyle having sex in
the boarding house and I had been unable to stop myself from thinking about
it for the past seven days. A week ago I was a carefree, fun-loving,
heterosexual bachelor in the prime of my life, excited by my new job and
energised by the new experiences I was having. Fast-forward seven days and
I found myself unable to concentrate on my job, I hadn't slept properly all
week, I was feeling decidedly unsure about my sexuality, and I had been
masturbating to fantasies about two of my teenage male students. I had
uncovered a multitude of feelings when I chanced upon Kyle and Bailey
having sex that fateful night, and that one moment had since caused me to
begin questioning everything I thought I knew about myself.

It was just before five o'clock on Saturday morning when I gave up on yet
another futile attempt at sleep. I got out of my bed and made my way down
to the aquatic centre. I had been on the swimming team when I was in high
school and since then had continued training a couple of times a week to
keep in shape. The school had a large training pool and the coach was
always happy to let me use an empty lane at this time of the morning. As I
dove into the water I felt rejuvenated by the familiar coldness against my
skin and I quickly settled into my routine. I found the repetitious path up
and down the pool to be comfortingly familiar. Lap after lap seemed to fly
by as I followed that black line back and forth, trying to empty my mind of
its troubles.

When I had finished my training I climbed out of the pool and dried myself
off. I wrapped my towel around my hips and threw on my t-shirt as I got
ready to head back to my apartment. Just as my head poked through the hole
in the top of my shirt I looked up and saw him coming towards me. "Hi, Mr
McQueen!" he called out.

I had reckoned that the pool would be empty at this time of the morning, so
I hadn't considered that he might be here. Seeing him walking towards me
immediately made me feel anxious. "...Oh...hello...Bailey," was all I could
muster in response as I hurriedly gathered up my belongings and prepared to
high-tail it back to my apartment. I wanted to get out of there so I didn't
have to face him. I needed to be anywhere other than standing across from
one of the two boys whose actions had turned my life upside down this past
week. I desperately avoided eye contact, instead looking down at the
goggles, cap and towel I was hastily trying to shove into my bag. But the
faster I tried to pack my bag the more clumsy I became, dropping my
belongings time and again.

Bailey broke the tension by laughing at my lack of co-ordination. "It looks
like you're having a bit of trouble there," he joked. I looked up at him
and saw a beaming smile spreading across his handsome face. "I hate the
early morning sessions too, I still feel half asleep," he said. He
continued to smile at me as he talked about longing for just one morning
where he could enjoy a sleep-in. Even though I gave no response he
continued talking, telling me about the gruelling training schedule that he
had planned for this morning. He explained that Coach Foster had been
intensifying his training in order to prepare him for the junior world
championships in London. The competition was just over a month away and he
had been building up to this one event for more than a year. I learned that
he was producing times that should be enough to make the finals and he was
hopeful that this event could set him up for a career as a professional
swimmer. I was beginning to realise just how focused and passionate Bailey
was about swimming.

As Bailey continued talking about London he began readying himself for his
morning training session. I couldn't help but stare as he lifted up his
t-shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing his sculpted swimmer's
body. I couldn't help looking at the beautiful young man in front of
me. His tanned, smooth torso was impressive, with broad shoulders sitting
atop a perfect v-shaped frame. His defined pectoral muscles and tight
6-pack abs immediately caught my eye. I noticed that he had a hairless,
lean physique with muscles that were clearly formed through hours of
demanding swimming training. I was unable to control my wandering eyes as
they ogled the teenager in front of me and it didn't take long for me to
recognise the increasingly frequent rush of blood to my groin, as my body
involuntarily responded to the visual stimulation. I began to panic and I
tried to moved behind a crate of kick-boards to hide my growing
tumescence. It felt like Bailey was trying to escalate my torture when he
tied his towel around his waist before sliding down his shorts so he could
get changed into his speedos. I was torn. I knew I ought to look away, and
I desperately wanted to be disinterested in what was happening right in
front of me, but my brain had long since lost control of my sight which was
drinking in the spectacle. As he stood just a few inches from me, his
tanned torso flexed and tensed, drawing even more attention to his
remarkable physique. He kept talking the entire time he was getting
changed, but my mind was unable to concentrate on a single word he said - I
was far too busy leering at the scantily-clad teen. After pulling up his
blue speedos he unfastened the towel to reveal a sight that left me
breathless. His tight trunks clung to his slender hips and allowed me to
glimpse the outline of his more than ample appendage. He turned around and
bent down to grab his goggles from his bag, causing my attention to focus
on the firm, round buttocks that were nestled inside his low-cut
swimmers. Mercifully he eventually climbed onto the starting block to begin
his training session. I took one last look at the gorgeous boy, admiring
his defined, athletic body, before it disappeared into the water and freed
me from his spell.

With my erection dissipating I was finally able to collect my belongings
and head back to my apartment. As I walked back I chastised myself for
finding my way into yet another awkward situation involving one of the
teenage boys in my care. It was difficult enough for me to process my
recent thoughts about my sexuality without needing to compound my problems
by lusting after students I was supposed to be taking care of. The past
week had taught me that Kyle and Bailey were both attractive and desirable
young men, but this was starting to feel like dangerous territory. I would
be sacked if anyone were to notice my all-too-frequent erections or find
out I had been fantasising about the boys. I needed to get a hold of
myself.

As it was the weekend, I got dressed in my casual clothes and headed down
to the beach. Most of the students were out on leave, so I had a few hours
of free time to myself. Wanting to clear my mind of its recent troubles, I
decided to take a long walk along the shoreline, hoping the sights and
sounds of the surf would make for a welcome distraction. I had been
wandering along the water's edge for about half an hour when I looked up
and saw a cafe right at the end of the peninsula. Being new to the area, I
hadn't been there before so I decided to try it out.

I sat in the warm sunshine, taking in the scenic views of the ocean as I
enjoyed a delicious breakfast and a refreshing cup of coffee at the cafe. I
watched the waves crashing onto the nearby rocks, noticing a group of young
surfers off in the distance as they attempted to ride their boards through
the swell. Over the past week I'd barely had a single moment of peace and
quiet, but as I sat there in the picturesque surroundings I could feel my
troubles easing. It was like a weight was slowly being lifted off my
shoulders.

After finishing my coffee, I looked around and noticed that the cafe was
starting to get busy. I knew it was time to head back to school, and I was
just about to stand up when I heard his familiar voice. I looked up to see
him staring back at me for the second time this morning.

"Hello again," he said to me, his smile spreading across his handsome face
once more.

"Hi, Bailey," I responded uneasily. For the second time today I didn't know
whether to turn and run, or to face up to the teenager who, along with his
friend Kyle, had brought a destructive tidal-wave of feelings and emotions
into my life this past week.

"It's beautiful here isn't it," he added as he looked out at the waves. "I
like to come here to get away from all the noise and chaos of school," he
continued.

"Yes, it is lovely," I replied. His gaze turned towards mine and our eyes
met. My mind was once again overwhelmed by the thoughts that I had been
trying so hard to ignore. I sat there staring at him for an inordinately
long time; my brain was telling me to get up and leave but my body seemed
paralysed.

Eventually he broke the tense silence. "Do you mind if I sit here?" he
asked, pointing at the empty chair at my table. I looked around the
sun-filled deck, noticing that it had grown full with patrons, and realised
that there were no other free seats.

"Actually, you can have this table. I have to get back to school anyway," I
responded as I stood up and got ready to leave. "I've got marking to do."

"Oh, please don't go," he said. "Please stay. Let me buy you a drink," he
added as he reached his hand out and touched me on the arm. It felt like a
thousand volts of electricity shot through my body. There was something
about his touch and the way he looked at me that seemed to sap my
willpower. I suddenly felt unable to leave. Against my better judgement I
sat down across from him and agreed to stay for another coffee.

I had only intended to hang around for a few minutes to be polite, but once
we got talking I soon lost track of time. Bailey was unexpectedly easy to
talk to and had so many interesting stories for someone of his relative
youth. I discovered that his parents were successful lawyers and as they
constantly moved around for work he had lived and travelled all over the
world before coming to the school. I learned that he'd been born in London,
but had also lived in Rome, Johannesburg, New York, Singapore and Hong Kong
as a child. He had come to the Northcliffe school when he was 14 because
his parents had taken jobs working for an oil and gas company in Russia and
it wasn't safe for him to live with them. Because they were so busy and he
was on the other side of the world, he told me that he didn't see them much
and any free time he had was usually taken up with swimming training. I
tried to keep the conversation focused on Bailey by asking lots of
questions about his training, his studies and his plans for the future. His
responses were different to those of most other boys his age, and he seemed
so much more mature and adult-like than his peers. There was definitely
something unique about this boy.

It wasn't long before he had somehow managed to twist the situation around,
making me the focus of the conversation. When he asked about my childhood I
explained how it had been almost the exact opposite of his. I had spent my
entire childhood in the same small town that I was born in, and I grew up
surrounded by an extended family of cousins, grandparents, Aunts and
Uncles. He soon asked how I had come to be working at Northcliffe and I
found myself telling him all about the deal I had made with my parents.

As we continued talking I couldn't help noticing the way his stunning blue
eyes seemed to be staring into mine as we each told our stories. There was
something entirely enchanting about the way his gregarious smile lit-up his
handsome face, and the way his entire body seemed to shake when he
laughed. We must have sat there chatting for well over an hour and I was
astonished by just how easy he was to talk to. He seemed both interesting
to me, and interested in me, and our conversation ebbed and flowed like
we'd known each other for years. I doubt anybody would have recognised us
as a teacher and teenage student and had it not been for the the noise from
Bailey's phone brining me back to reality I might have sat there all
afternoon.

As I walked back along the beach, I began to feel troubled by the intimacy
of what had just happened. I had allowed myself to become totally relaxed
and informal with one of my teenage students, and given everything that had
happened between me and this particular boy over the past week, this was
probably not a sensible decision. I began to worry that I was starting to
develop feelings for Bailey, which, if true, would surely be a disaster
waiting to happen. And yet at the same time I felt a strong connection to
the boy, and I wanted to spend more time getting to know this fascinating
young man. He seemed so unique and mature, and quite unlike anyone else I'd
ever met.

Later that evening I was finishing up my duties and doing the final checks
before retiring to my room in the hope of an early night in bed. I had just
made my way upstairs to my room and was about to lock my door when I heard
someone call out my name. I grumbled an expletive to myself, as I pulled
the door open, prepared to give whomever dared to interrupt my solitude a
piece of my mind. But my anger was immediately placated when I saw him
standing in my doorway.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt you, Sir..." he began.

"What's wrong, Bailey?" I asked a little more gruffly than I had
intended. Having spent the evening analysing our earlier conversation, I
was feeling a mix of excitement and dread at the idea of facing
him. Despite willing myself not to, I could feel myself developing an
attraction towards the handsome teen.

"Sir, they won't let me go on leave. The master on duty said my form didn't
get approved, so he won't let me go with the others," he informed me. "Can
you please sign this?" he begged me. It wasn't uncommon for the senior boys
to go out on leave with their friends on a Saturday evening. The school
turned a blind eye to most of what went on during weekend leave, figuring
that so long as they went out with parental permission then we wouldn't
stand in the way of their adolescent rights of passage. I already knew that
there was a party going on tonight and half of the students in my house
were going to be there. Knowing that Bailey was a responsible young man who
didn't drink or do drugs because of his swimming commitments, I was more
than happy to sign his form even though it was being submitted after the
deadline.

For a very brief moment I foolishly allowed my mind to wander as I began
pondering what he might be planning to get up to at the party. I wondered
if he and Kyle might be intending to hook-up again tonight. As we stood in
the doorway, my rumination about his evening plans resulted in another rush
of blood to my groin as my cock began to swell. I desperately tried to hide
my arousal from the teenage boy standing in front of me, moving inside the
doorway and sitting down on the couch in an attempt to conceal my swelling
problem. But Bailey interpreted that as an invitation and he followed me
inside. He sat down beside me and I noticed that he was perched especially
close to me, so that our thighs were touching. The feel of his leg against
my own aroused my interest further still, a mood not helped when he leant
his arm across to point out the box on the form I had neglected to sign,
touching lightly against my groin in the process. My dick almost exploded
right there and then.

As he got up to leave he looked into my eyes as he politely thanked me. His
gorgeous smile spread across his handsome face once more. He turned and
walked out of my room leaving me struggling to control my throbbing
erection. The more I thought about him, the more I felt attracted to him,
and the more my mind raced. It wasn't long before my recollections of his
sexual encounter with Kyle came flooding back. It created a powerful and
intoxicating aphrodisiac, and within the blink of an eye I had unbuttoned
my trousers, slipped my hand into my underpants and begun masturbating
wildly. My mind was once again filled with licentious thoughts about my
teenage students. This was getting out of control.