Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2017 14:00:02 +0200
From: Lewis Morales <lewsmorals@mail.com>
Subject: Bailey and Me 4

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 fourth instalment of `Bailey and Me'. I appreciate the feedback
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*4*


My post-orgasmic bliss was interrupted by the sound of someone pounding on
my apartment door. Worried that it might be one of my students, I
frantically tried to hide the tell-tale signs of my masturbation.

"Come on, McQueen, don't make me kick the bloody door in!" he shouted. I
immediately recognised the voice as that of my friend and colleague,
Ollie. He was another young teacher who had just started working at
Northcliffe and we had become friends after meeting at our orientation. He
was a fun guy whose crazy antics and booming voice made him the life of the
party wherever he went. We had gone out drinking several times over the
past few weekends and we'd always had a great time. He had texted me
earlier this afternoon suggesting another night on the town, but I hadn't
replied. I really wanted a quiet night in bed as it had been a long week.

"Just a minute," I shouted back as I frantically grabbed a towel to wipe up
the cum which had pooled on my chest. I pulled up my trousers and threw on
a t-shirt desperately trying to conceal the signs of what I'd just been
doing.

"Finally!" he shouted as I opened the door. "Oh, and what exactly have you
been up to? It stinks like the set of a porno in here!" he jested as he
barged his way inside my apartment. "Someone's had a visit from Mrs Palmer
and her five daughters I see," he crudely joked, holding up his five
fingers and causing my face to go bright red with embarrassment. I was
about to attempt a feeble denial of his allegation when I saw his finger
reaching towards my hair. "Is that cum in your hair? You filthy animal!" he
shouted. "There's something about McQueen!" he quipped, his wisecrack
followed by a roar of laughter. My utter humiliation at what had happened
caused me to rush to the bathroom. "Oh don't go getting upset, princess, we
all do it," he called after me as he continued to laugh. "We need to find
you a woman! Or a man! Any hole is a goal, right?"

Even though I knew that Ollie was only mucking around, there was something
about his comment that cut me deep. I wondered if he could somehow tell
what I had just been doing. Did he know that for the past week I had been
masturbating over mental images of two of my teenage, male students? Did he
know that I was starting to develop feelings for them? Had he somehow
discovered that I had been having gay thoughts and was beginning to
question my sexuality? What would he say if he knew? It was all too much. I
could feel myself on the verge of breaking down and crying, but stopped
myself when I heard him following me into the bathroom.

"Just give me a minute would you!" I shouted at him as he barged in.

"Why, you've got nothing I haven't seen before," he joked back, before
giving me a playful slap on the backside. "Now get your sorry arse into
that shower, because we've got some drinking to do. And I'm not taking no
for an answer!" he commanded. I realised that there was no getting out of
tonight, and hoped that it might at least help to get my mind off the
situation with Bailey and Kyle. "Hurry up," he barked. "Get in that
shower. And make sure you wash your hair you dog!" I shot him a sharp
look. "What?" he added, before slapping me on the butt again and walking
out of the room chuckling to himself.

Within minutes of arriving at the pub Ollie had bought us tequila shots; it
was clear that he was intending on a big night. It wasn't long before we
were both slurring our words as we talked about our busy weeks. As we
rapidly approached the point of complete drunkenness I tried to rationalise
my behaviour in my hazy mind, figuring that the booze might help me get
some sleep and escape the reality of my chaotic week.

It was just after one in the morning when Ollie started chatting up two
attractive women at the bar. He was a charming, funny, good-looking guy, so
understandably he was also pretty popular with the ladies. The three of
them were keen to kick on at a nearby club, but there was something inside
me that was gnawing at me and telling me not to go. Ordinarily I would have
jumped at the invitation to go to a club with a beautiful woman in the hope
that it might lead to something more, but tonight was different. I made up
a feeble excuse about being too drunk to go and suggested that they would
have a better time without me. Ollie begged me to come along and be his
wingman, but I had to let him down. There was something that was telling me
I shouldn't go.

The bar wasn't far from the school and it was a warm evening, so I decided
to walk home. Even though I knew that everyone in the boarding house would
be asleep at this time, I tried to quietly sneak through the back gate in
the hope of going undetected. It was after two in the morning by the time I
silently made my way up the darkened path and snuck past the darkened
School Captain's room. I crept in the back entrance to the boarding house
and tiptoed upstairs towards my apartment.

As I made my way down the darkened hallway, I detected the outlines of two
shapes walking towards me. I slipped into an alcove in the hope of escaping
detection, reckoning it wouldn't be a good look if the boarding master was
caught stumbling home drunk in the middle of the night by two of the
students. It took a moment for my slightly inebriated brain to work out
that the two shapes I could make out belonged to Kyle and Bailey. They had
gone out on leave earlier but must have come back from the party while I
was out with Ollie. I wasn't sure what they were doing sneaking around the
house after dark, but I figured given my current state I was in no position
to challenge them. I watched as they walked towards the senior common room
at the other end of the hall. I don't know if it was my drunken lack of
inhibition, or my lustful hopes of seeing a repeat performance of what I
had witnessed a week ago, but I decided to follow them.

The glow from the outside security lights illuminated the darkened room
just enough for me to make out what was happening. I hid in the the shadows
and watched as Bailey reached forward, pulling Kyle firmly towards him as
he met his mouth with a passionate and sensual kiss. The boys' lips were
soon joined, their tongues sliding slowly but seductively in and out of one
another's mouths. Their steady, passionate kissing intensified as their
tongues appeared to wrestle excitedly, as if they couldn't get enough of
each other. I had to bite my tongue to prevent myself from moaning in
enjoyment at what I was witnessing.

I watched as Bailey began to slowly kiss his way down Kyle's neck, clearly
pleasing the football hunk who tilted his head back. While kissing Kyle's
neck, Bailey began grinding his hips against the other boy, heightening
their arousal. Next Bailey slipped his hands underneath Kyle's t-shirt,
rubbing gently along his defined stomach while he continued licking and
kissing the stud's neck. He began slowly teasing and tickling Kyle's
nipples, causing him to moan very softly. He soon pulled Kyle's shirt over
his head and exposed his muscular torso then moved his mouth down to suck
and chew on the now-hardened nipples. As his mouth licked and tickled
Kyle's chest, he ran his fingers over the taut 6-pack abdominal muscles,
gently exploring every inch of the footballer's adonis-like physique. Kyle
responded by pulling Bailey's t-shirt off and reciprocating some of the
sensations that were happening to him, using his hands to caress his
partner's less bulky, but no less sexy torso. As I watched the scene
unfolding, my hand slipped inside my pants and I began touching myself.

The teenagers continued their sensual display of kissing, licking, moaning
and grinding for several minutes, their hands and mouths exploring one
another's bodies as their groins rubbed together erotically. Bailey again
rubbed his way down Kyle's rock-hard 6-pack, but this time he let his
fingers continue down until they reached the outside of Kyle's jeans and
began rubbing against the outline of his cock. Kyle thrust his head back in
approval, his moaning increasing in both volume and intensity from the
sensation of the swimmer's touch. This seemed to be the reaction that
Bailey was looking for and he increased the speed and strength of his
kneading with one hand, while using his other hand to massage Kyle's
nipples. All the while he maintained his assault on his partner's neck and
lips with his mouth, driving the footballer wild with desire. Kyle was
clearly enjoying the sensation and the look on his face made me wonder if
he was about to blow his load before they even got started. Bailey must
have sensed this too, as he halted his exploration of Kyle's body and took
a step backwards. The two stood just inches apart, their chests rising and
falling heavily as they both caught their breath. Their heaving torsos
glistened in the light and the tension in the room was palpable. I couldn't
wait to see what would happen next.

Without breaking eye contact, Bailey slid his hand inside his jeans,
sensually rubbing it up and down his penis. Kyle's eyes were glued to the
other boy and he began to bite his lower lip with desire. After a few
moments, Bailey slowly released the button, slid down his fly and pulled
his jeans all the way down until he was standing in front of Kyle in just
his tight boxer-briefs. I could see the look of satisfaction on Bailey's
face as Kyle's eyes lit up with a heady mix of excitement and
desire. Bailey looked magnificent as he stood before Kyle in his low-cut
briefs, the material tight across his firm buttocks just like when I had
seen him at the pool yesterday morning. His thickening cock was no longer
able to be contained and was starting to peek out the top, a point Bailey
accentuated as he continued rubbing the shaft. Kyle stood there licking his
lips. After a moment he attempted to step forward to join in, but Bailey
held out his arm to stop him. He pushed Kyle back against the wall, forcing
his hands above his head and clearly indicating that he was in
control. Bailey moved forward and kissed Kyle with a mix of passion and
aggression. I couldn't believe my eyes as the usually confident, teenage
hunk demurely leant against the wall with his hands above his head, while
the quiet and reserved swimmer dictated the tempo of this sultry dance. As
Bailey continued kissing Kyle, he began unfastening the footballer's jeans
with his fingers. With his jeans now down around his ankles, Kyle's
sizeable penis was practically bursting out of his briefs which showed
significant signs of leakage. Bailey continued to dominate the much bigger
and bulkier footballer, keeping him pressed against the wall as he resumed
his assault on his neck, nipples and groin. I began stroking my cock in
anticipation of what I hoped was coming next.


Suddenly Bailey grabbed Kyle by the shoulders, turning both their bodies so
he was now leaning against the while with Kyle standing in front of him. He
applied downward pressure on Kyle's shoulders, forcing the stud down onto
his knees. This was all the instruction that Kyle needed as he opened his
mouth and began to lick and suck along the outline of Bailey's tented
briefs. Bailey began to grind his hips in time with Kyle's mouth, their
pace and intensity slowly increasing. Finally, Bailey pushed his briefs
down permitting Kyle complete access to his cock. Kyle immediately opened
his mouth allowing the head to pass between his lips. He pushed down,
taking more of Bailey's engorged dick inside his mouth. He slowly began
moving his head up and down, taking more of Bailey's length into his mouth
each time. He moved his tongue so that it swirled along the cock-head and
used his fingers to massage and caress Bailey's balls while he sucked
him. The look of ecstasy on both their faces told me that Kyle knew what he
was doing. Bailey let out a loud groan and bit his bottom lip, clearly
enjoying the experience. Kyle moaned as he continued bobbing his head up
and down rhythmically, eventually stretching his neck and jaw so that he
could take Bailey's full length into his throat, his lips reaching all the
way to Bailey's groin. He repeated this over and over, deep-throating
Bailey like a pro. As I lurked in the shadows watching, I nearly came from
the excitement of it all.

This scene continued for several minutes before Bailey reasserted his
control over Kyle, grabbing the hunk's head in his hands and face-fucking
him. Bailey rammed his cock in and out of Kyle's mouth with increasing
force and speed. The face-fucking continued for a few minutes, and I
wondered how much longer Bailey's thrusting could last. I heard his
breathing quicken and it wasn't long before he growled in ecstasy as he
began unloading his cum in the footballer's mouth. Kyle didn't flinch,
taking it all without hesitation. He continued to slurp and suck vigorously
as Bailey unloaded spurt after spurt of hot jizz. Even as Bailey shot his
final jet, Kyle never stopped sucking on his cock or caressing his
balls. Clearly this wasn't the first time they had done this.

I wondered if this might be the end of their tryst, but it turned out that
this was only the beginning. Bailey grabbed Kyle's arms and pulled him
upward into a passionate and sensual kiss, no doubt tasting his seed in
Kyle's mouth. As they kissed passionately, Bailey moved his hands to push
Kyle's sodden trunks all the way down, freeing his throbbing penis. Bailey
wasted no time, stroking Kyle's cock with one hand and caressing his balls
with the other as he continued driving his tongue inside the stud's mouth.

After several minutes of naked, sensual kissing and fondling, Bailey
grabbed Kyle by the hand and led him towards the pool table in the corner
of the room. My eyes followed them as Bailey moved into position, guiding
Kyle so that he was sitting on the edge of the table. He gently pushed
Kyle's muscled torso backwards so that he was leaning back on his elbows,
his taut abs glistening in the light while his buttocks sat on the edge
with his legs hang down. Bailey stood between Kyle's legs and began teasing
the head of the hunk's cock, first with his fingers and then with his
tongue. With one hand he tickled Kyle's chest and nipples; with the other
he alternated between rubbing the footballer's defined 6-pack and fondling
his balls and taint. Eventually he took the tip of the cock into his
mouth. He was driving Kyle wild with anticipation as he sucked, nibbled and
gnawed on just the head. To maintain his dominance, Bailey was only
allowing a tantalising teaser of what might be.

Bailey stepped backwards and grabbed hold of Kyle's strong, muscular legs,
lifting them into the air as Kyle lay back, flat on the table. Bailey
leaned down and began rubbing Kyle's exposed hole, first with his tongue
and then with his moistened finger. He began stroking Kyle's engorged cock
at the same time as his tongue lapped at the hole, causing Kyle to moan
even louder than before. Bailey continued to drive his tongue and fingers
into Kyle's hole, stretching his boy-pussy in preparation for the pounding
that I desperately hoped would follow. He increased his speed and
intensity, driving his tongue in and out of Kyle's hole with great force
while his other hand continued stroking the hunk's cock. Bailey momentarily
paused his attack on the hole to grab the lube and spread it around. He
inserted one finger, then two, as he thrust in and out, finger-fucking him
and stretching him in preparation. He returned his attention to Kyle's
cock, finally taking it all the way into his mouth and sucking up and down
to match the rhythm of his fingers moving in and out of the boy-pussy. Kyle
was moaning uncontrollably by this stage, and a dramatic surge in his pitch
announced the moment when Bailey's fingers found his prostate. It felt like
my own cock was about to explode from what I was seeing.

After several minutes of using his tongue and fingers to stretch Kyle's
arse, Bailey decided it was time to fuck the football hunk. He moved Kyle's
legs so that they rested on his shoulders as he lined his throbbing cock up
with Kyle's gaping hole. Kyle seemed appreciative that his lover was
entering slowly and allowing him to adapt to the intrusion. Laying on his
back with his legs lifted over Bailey's shoulders, Kyle stared at the roof
wincing in pain as the thick shaft was slowly inserted inside him. After a
few moments, he nodded at Bailey to tell him that he was ready. Bailey
began slowly thrusting in and out. He moved very gently at first, steadily
pushing into the hunk and withdrawing several times to apply more lube to
make the sex more comfortable. But it didn't take long for Bailey's brutish
instincts to kick in and the slow and sensual thrusting gave way to hard
and aggressive fucking that they were both clearly enjoying. Bailey changed
the angle of his thrusting slightly so that his cock was rubbing against
Kyle's prostate with every push. Kyle was groaning and moaning like a man
possessed, making sounds similar to those that had first caught my
attention a week ago. Bailey thrust harder and deeper with each push
causing Kyle to scream louder and louder. Their muscles tensed and flexed
as their bodies collided over and over, sweat covering their faces, backs
and chests. Every muscle in their defined bodies was straining and
stretching as Bailey plunged himself deep inside Kyle's arse, causing the
jock to scream in delight.

For a brief moment the action slowed as Bailey took a small step backwards
and withdrew from Kyle's hole. I heard the footballer's sigh of
disappointment, though it turned out to be temporary. Bailey leant forward
and passionately kissed the football stud before motioning for him to stand
up. Kyle knew to follow the instructions his lover was giving to him and he
got up and turned around, leaning forward and bracing himself against the
edge of the pool table as instructed. Bailey moved behind Kyle, bringing
their bodies together and inserting his dripping cock back inside Kyle's
hole. He intensified his thrusting and fucking as Kyle increased his
wailing and moaning. Their bodies moved together with an incredible
intensity. Within a few minutes, Kyle's vocal crescendo announced that he
had reached his climax, and he shot a massive load against the side of the
pool table. His climax must have caused his arse muscles to contract around
Bailey's thrusting cock, bringing the swimmer to orgasm just a moment
later. Bailey sprayed spurt after spurt inside the footballer's arse before
finally slowing his thrusting. Eventually the physical exertion of their
orgasms caused the two teens to collapse onto the pool table from
exhaustion, with Bailey' s cock still deep inside Kyle. They were panting
furiously, the passionate intensity of their sex having drained them
completely.

As I looked across to see the pair collapsed onto the table, the full
impact of what had just happened started to hit me. I had just witnessed
the most erotic and stimulating sexual display of my life. The sights,
sounds and smells of their explicit and raw performance had been the most
arousing thing I had ever seen, and I had stroked myself to the most
ferocious orgasm I'd ever experienced. With my heart and mind still racing,
I ran down the corridor to my apartment. I removed my cum-covered clothes
and clambered into my bed. My carefree, simple life had been shattered into
a thousand pieces.

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