Date: Sat, 4 Nov 2017 02:32:17 +0100 From: Lewis Morales Subject: Bailey and Me 5 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 fifth instalment of `Bailey and Me'. Thanks for all the feedback - it's great to hear your thoughts and ideas about where this story is going. If you are enjoying `Bailey and Me' please send an email to lewsmorals@mail.com Don't forget to donate to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html *5* The screaming of my alarm woke me from my sleep. I looked over at the clock and realised that I'd been out for more than seven hours. I don't know if it was the physical exhaustion from the lack of sleep, the effects of far too many drinks at the bar, or the rush from my ferocious orgasm, but for the first time in more than a week I had enjoyed an uninterrupted slumber. I lay in my bed feeling conflicted as I thought about what had happened in the early hours of this morning. I couldn't deny that I had enjoyed watching Bailey and Kyle having sex; it was easily the most sensual and erotic spectacle I'd ever witnessed in my life. But my arousal from watching the duo had only added to the questions I was already having about my own sexuality. I was concerned because these were teenage boys who I was supposed to be keeping safe from harm, but instead I was sneaking around watching them having sex and pleasuring myself at their virile displays of masculinity. It felt so wrong, and yet so right at the same time. Until a little over a week ago, I had never even considered the idea that I could be attracted to another guy. But with everything that had been happening recently I had to admit those feelings were beginning to change. I had always considered myself to be a fairly open-minded and liberal person, and I was starting to acknowledge that my sexual preferences might not be cast in stone. I wanted to curl up into a ball and go back to sleep, but on this particular Sunday I had somewhere else to be. Today was the inter-school rugby carnival and it was my job to supervise the students as they cheered on the home team. Despite feeling the effects from too many drinks at the bar last night, I managed to peel myself off my bed as I showered and dressed to head out and face the day. I made my way through my front door and desperately wished that my sunglasses were more effective at blocking out the blinding sunlight. The noise of the crowd only served to exacerbate my growing headache and I knew that it was going to be a long afternoon. I searched for a quiet vantage point from where I could watch the match and supervise the students. I found a secluded spot under a shady tree beside the grandstand which allowed me to watch the game and the crowd at the same time. The crowd erupted when our team emerged from the dressing sheds just before the kick-off. Kyle, the team captain, led the players out with an even greater level of self-confidence than usual. My eyes were immediately drawn to him and I couldn't help admiring the way his jersey clung to his defined chest, his muscles flexing and tensing as he jogged out to the centre of the field. I sat there appreciating his extraordinary physique, and it wasn't long before my mind began recalling the images from just a few hours ago when I had seen this same brawny teenager lying naked on the pool table. I closed my eyes and recalled the sight of the hunk lying on his back, his muscular legs spread in the air as his pucker was licked, probed, sucked and fucked by Bailey. I could feel myself getting hard as my mind replayed the vociferous display, where the commanding and authoritative rugby captain had been completely dominated by the usually timid and quiet swimmer. With my mind replaying the scene over and over, it wasn't long before my throbbing cock began to leak a small amount of pre-cum. "Mind if I join you?" I heard someone ask. I opened my eyes to see Bailey looking down at me, his smiling face and gleaming eyes intently focused on me. I tried to cover my all-too-obvious erection, but I'm sure that he must have noticed. I gave a shy nod of approval while my face turned red with embarrassment. He sat down beside me and I felt a nervous sweat beginning to form on my forehead; I had just been caught fantasising about this same boy having sex with the brawny rugby captain last night. Watching the pair's passionate tryst had been the single most erotic spectacle of my life but now, as he sat down beside me, I was again conflicted by something feeling so right and so wrong at the same time. The two of us sat there in an awkward silence as the game started. Given everything that had happened in the past week I felt incredibly uncomfortable being near him. I needed to think of a way to extricate myself from the situation. I was about to get up and leave when Bailey finally broke the silence. "I love coming to the home games," he said to me. As I turned my head to look at him I noticed how his eyes were sparkling as he stared intently at me. Again his smile was beaming and filled his handsome face. When I didn't respond he kept talking, telling me how he used to enjoy watching rugby matches with his father when they had lived in Hong Kong. His dad had been a rugby player in his younger years, and going to games was one of the few occasions when he would take a break from his busy work schedule to spend time with his young son. Having been home-schooled before coming to Northcliffe, Bailey had never learned to play the sport but still he liked going to the games because of what it represented to him. As he continued talking, my discomfort slowly began to ease. There was something about his soothing manner and voice that seemed to calm me. I listened as he told me more about his family life including how he had learned to swim at the age of five when his father had thrown him into the pool. His parents had a `sink or swim' attitude to most things in life and, quite literally, expected the same of their young son. It was at his parents' insistence that he had started swimming competitively at the age of seven, and their pride after he won his first medal drove him to keep pushing himself. He began telling me what life had been like as the only child of parents who were always working and who never seemed to make much time for their son. He told me how the constant travelling and home-schooling meant he'd lived his life surrounded by adults, but he'd never had a friend his own age until coming to this school. It had been a nanny who had taken him bike-riding and a butler who had played soccer with him in the park. I slowly overcame my initial reticence and we began talking about some of his hobbies and interests. Besides his swimming skills and academic talent, I realised I knew very little about Bailey. I was interested to learn that he was a budding musician who played the piano and guitar in his precious few moments of spare time. We started talking about bands and performers that we liked and I discovered that he enjoyed all different types of music, from classical to pop to punk and everything in between. We were both surprised to learn that we shared a penchant for a little-known British indie band. The conversation ebbed and flowed from music to sporting teams to cars and favourite films. I don't think we stopped talking throughout the rest of the match. I was actually beginning to enjoy spending this time with him as our exchange drifted easily and naturally, like we were friends rather than a teacher and student. There was so much more to Bailey than met the eye, and he was completely different to what I might have expected of a typical teenage boy. Throughout our conversation there was one particular question that I was desperate to ask him. I really wanted to know how someone like Bailey ended up in a relationship with someone like Kyle. Since the first night I had seen them together, I couldn't help thinking that they seemed like such an unlikely pairing. Bailey was so mature and introspective, while Kyle appeared so over-confident and brazen. It seemed so bizarre that they would even be friends, let alone lovers. I finally summoned up the courage to ask the question that had been plaguing me for days, but before I could get the words out of my mouth the referee blew the whistle to signal the end of the game. "I'm going to get a drink. Do you want anything?" he asked as he stood up. I shook my head. I didn't see Bailey again that afternoon, but I did spend most of my evening thinking about him. In the short amount of time we'd spent together, I had noticed how mature and astute he was, and how he seemed wise beyond his years. He was committed to his goals and worked incredibly hard to achieve them. His incredible focus seemed to stem from his unorthodox relationship with his parents, and was evident in his swimming results and his school achievements. Bailey was an international level athlete and achieving academic results that would surely get him into any University in the world, but I couldn't help noticing that there was also a sadness to all of this. His parents had missed all his important childhood moments, and I doubted whether Bailey knew what it was like to feel the unconditional love of a family. Thoughts of the teenage boy kept me awake again that night. My interest in him was continuing to grow, and despite my best efforts to try to suppress an attraction, I had to admit that I was growing more and more fond of the teen. When Monday morning finally arrived I welcomed the diversion of my classes as it gave me something else to occupy my mind with. I tried my best keep busy over the next few days, even volunteering to do extra duties around the school to replace a sick colleague, just so I could focus on something other than my growing fascination with Bailey and Kyle. Each day after school I marked assignments, planned lessons and tried to keep myself occupied in the hope that by avoiding contact with the boys, my interest in them might diminish. But later that week my plans were shattered by events beyond my control. I was sitting in my armchair watching television when there came a knock at my apartment door. I looked at the clock to see that it was almost midnight and wondered who could be at my door at such a late hour. I opened it to find Bailey smiling at me and apologising profusely for interrupting my evening. My previously calm demeanour fell away as my mind began to race at the sight of him. I had been trying my best to avoid him since the day of the rugby match, but now he was at my door and there was no way of escaping him. I listened as he explained that the window in his room had jammed open, and as it had begun to rain it was causing water to come flooding in. Knowing that the rain would damage the paint and carpets, he had come to seek help to close the window. I reluctantly agreed to accompany him to his room so that I could assess the problem, but as we neared the door I felt hesitant to go inside. My mind was torn; I didn't want to go into his room and run the risk of being alone with him, but if I refused to go in and help then surely it would arouse suspicion. Then there was the issue of the rain streaming in and causing damage which I would have to explain to the Headmaster. The phrase `rock-and-a-hard-place' came into my head as I paused outside the door. After a moment of indecision I eventually followed Bailey inside. I went across and pulled on the window trying to unstick the jammed slider, but my efforts were to no avail as it remained resolutely stuck. With water still cascading into the room, I suddenly sensed that Bailey was beside me, both of us now pulling on the window frame together. That was the moment I realised that our bodies were touching. I could feel his chest against my back and his hips pressing against my buttocks. I could feel his breath against my ear and his arm rubbing against my shoulder. I was immediately aroused knowing that our bodies were touching, and despite willing it not to, I could feel my cock starting to swell from the sensation. My mind began to fill with indecent thoughts about what had happened in this very room two weeks ago and I completely lost my train of thought. Suddenly the slider dislodged and the window slammed shut, resulting in us both losing our balance and crashing onto the floor. I landed with a thud as my back smashed into the damp carpet and Bailey landed heavily on top of me. His chest was pressed on top of mine with our faces almost touching. I knew that my cock was now completely hard, and with him on top of me there would be no mistaking the feel of it pressing against him. Any chance I might have had to hide my growing attraction to him became lost in that instant. Our lips were just inches apart as his eyes stared deeply into mine. It was like time stood still as we lay there staring at one another. A part of me wanted to reach forward and kiss the beautiful teen who was on top of me, but another part of me wanted to push him off and flee the room. I couldn't decide what to do, so I just lay there frozen in fear. In the end it was Bailey who ended our tense stand-off when he rolled off me. Without saying a word I clambered to my feet and rushed out of his room, running back to my apartment. I climbed into the shower, turned the water on full and collapsed onto the floor, curling my body into a ball and sobbing uncontrollably. I didn't know what to else to do. I didn't sleep a wink that night, I just lay in my bed going over all the possible outcomes to the predicament that I found myself in. In the two weeks since I had walked in on Bailey and Kyle having sex I had let the situation get away from me, and now I was having to deal with the consequences of something that had gotten out of hand. Finding the pair having sex had awakened a desire in me that I had never known before, and through my own stupidity I had allowed this fantasy to grow until it overwhelmed my sensible judgement. I knew that developing an attraction towards a student was dangerous, yet I had allowed myself to get carried away in a fanciful dream. I had known all along that this would end badly; now it seemed inevitable. In the space of just two weeks my life had gone from a simple and uncomplicated existence, to an unmitigated disaster. I didn't go to work the next day. When daylight finally broke I realised I couldn't face the world that awaited me, and instead I phoned the Headmaster's secretary making up a story about feeling unwell. I knew that lying about a feigned illness wasn't the best choice I could have made, but I surmised that a small issue like that was going to be the least of my concerns once the school found out what had been going on. I hid in my room for most of the day, desperately trying to get my head around what had happened and waiting for the inevitable call from the Headmaster. After taking cover inside my apartment all day the sound of my ringing phone almost brought me to tears. Was this the call that would signal the end of my teaching career? As luck would have it, the call was from Ollie and he was inviting me to come out for a drink. He was my only friend within a hundred miles, and I desperately needed to get away from the boarding school that seemed to be consuming every aspect of my life. I knew that going out with Ollie would only add more fuel to the burning train-wreck that my life had quickly become, but my self-destructive inner-voice reasoned that if I was already in line to be sacked, so what more harm could a few drinks with Ollie do? What Ollie had planned on being one or two quiet drinks soon turned into an all-night drinking session. I wasted no time in getting myself completely wasted, figuring that if I couldn't deal with reality I would try escaping from it instead. The last thing I remember was drinking shots at around midnight, the bar had closed but the friendly bartender had kept serving us long after his liquor license said he should have stopped. But what had seemed like a good idea that night felt like a very bad one when I woke in my bed the next morning. I could recall very few details of my night out, but my thumping headache and dry mouth led me to believe it must have been a big night. I slowly lifted my head off the pillow to look around the room for signs of what had transpired. I couldn't locate my clothes or shoes, and I appeared to have several unexplained scratches and bruises up my arms. That was the moment when I saw him coming into my bedroom with a glass of water in his hand. "What the hell are you doing in here?" I protested, rasping the words out of my dry, raw throat.