Date: Sun, 12 Nov 2017 00:16:51 +0100 From: Lewis Morales Subject: Bailey and Me 6 This story is purely fictional and the characters are not based on anyone in real life. This story contains male-on-male sexual contact between a minor and an adult. If you are uncomfortable reading about homosexual content then please do not proceed. 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 *6* My incoherent brain was struggling to make sense of it all. My last memory was drinking tequila shots in my local bar at around midnight last night, and after that it was all a blur. I had no idea how I'd gotten home, and I had no explanation as to why I had just woken to find Bailey standing in my bedroom. I dragged my uncooperative body up the bed and leaned my back against the bedhead, quickly placing a pillow across my lap as I tried to cover my morning wood and retain at least a modicum of dignity. I reached out and took the glass of water from his hand, intentionally avoiding eye contact with the teenager whose presence in my room remained unexplained. I sat and sipped the water, wondering how I managed to continually find myself in these awkward situations with this particular boy. "Better?" he asked when I had finally emptied the glass. "Yes, thank you," I managed to mumble back. A deathly silence filled the air. I could feel my head thumping and my heart pounding. "So..." I began to say, but was unable to think of exactly how to finish that sentence. "Yes, so..." he replied, before sitting down on the edge of the bed and staring straight at me. "So you're probably wondering what I'm doing here," he said. I nodded very slightly. "When I was leaving for training this morning I found you on the lawn outside the back entrance. You wreaked of booze and you were pretty unresponsive. I figured you must have passed out there sometime during the night," he said. "You were blabbering on about not wanting to get caught by the Headmaster. It was actually pretty funny," he added, trying to stifle a giggle. Under different circumstances I might have found this amusing, but right now I was mortified knowing that the same teenage student that I had spent the past couple of weeks fantasising about had, just a few hours ago, found me passed-out on the lawn outside the boarding house I was supposed to be in charge of. "Thank-you for helping me," I said very quietly, trying to mask my humiliation by staring down at the empty glass in my hands. "No problem," he responded before another awkward silence filled the room. "Was it a big night then?" he eventually asked. "I guess so," I replied, still unable to bring myself to make eye contact with the teenager who was sitting on the end of my bed. "I think things got a bit out of hand." "I think they might have," he joked back, again trying to stifle a giggle. I looked up at him and noticed that a smile had filled his handsome face. "Do you usually get so wasted when you drink?" he asked compassionately. "Er...well...not usually," I replied, breaking his gaze and staring back down at my hands. "A lot has happened...it's been...um...a...confusing...few weeks for me," I stumbled and stuttered, suddenly feeling the weight of the world bearing down on my shoulders as I began to recall the circumstances that had led up to last night. "Why?" he asked. I couldn't answer him. Suddenly conscious of everything that had gone on over the past two weeks, I could feel my face turning bright red from the shame of what I had done. The fantasies, the sex, the masturbation, the erections - it all came flooding back to me. I didn't know what to say. I almost broke down in tears as I sat there feeling so unbelievably ashamed of what I had done. Another long and uneasy silence filled the the room as I continued to avoid his gaze. Eventually he broke the long silence. "Has it got anything to do with what happened in my room the other night?" he calmly questioned. My heart stopped. I felt like a kid who had been caught with his hand in the lolly jar. My face was burning red with embarrassment as the severity of the situation hit home. "Yes," I eventually responded in a barely audible whisper. I could feel him staring at me as the tears began to well in my eyes. "Please look at me," he said, but I couldn't do it. I knew that if I looked into his eyes I would have to admit what I had done. I just kept staring at my fingers, praying that this torture would hurry up and end. There was a long silence before he very softly asked again. "Please, would you look at me? I really want to see your face," he added very calmly. It took a few moments for me to summon up the courage to face the boy I had spent the past two weeks obsessing about. I expected to see a furious expression staring back at me, but instead I saw a gentle and warm smile. "Bailey I'm so sorry..." I tried to plead before he could say anything, but he put up his hand to signal for me to stop. "Please, just let me speak. I've been wanting to tell you this for a while." he said. His eyes stared directly into mine as I sat there holding my breath, bracing myself for a barrage of accusations. My pulse was racing. "I...I just want to say...that...I really...I really like you," he said in an unusually sheepish manner. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. There was a long silence as my hungover brain tried to process his words. I stared at him in shock. "It's more than liking you, I'm really attracted to you. I have been since the first day I met you," he continued. Did that really just happen? Did the teenager I have been fantasising about for the past few weeks just tell me that he was attracted to me? "I...I don't understand," was all I could mutter in response. My head was spinning. "I guess I should explain," he said. "I'm attracted to you, and I have been since we met. I remember that night so clearly. It was your first evening in the boarding house and you stood in front of all of us to introduce yourself. Most boarding masters talk down to students, going on about rules and responsibilities and treating us like we're kids, but I knew straight away that you were different. You spoke like you actually cared about us. You talked about chasing our dreams and becoming the best kind of men we wanted to be. You talked about believing in ourselves and living the life we wanted to live, not the one we were being told to live. You told us that we had to challenge the rules, tear-down the establishment and live a life that was rich in experiences, not material possessions. You spoke with so much wisdom and passion. You had such a refreshing view on life and I was completely inspired. You found a way to cut through all the bullshit that gets dumped on us by the media, our families, and society and you were completely raw and real with us. No-one had ever been so honest and open with me. You were unlike anyone I've ever met, so wise, so positive, so confident and so handsome, and I was attracted to you straight away. Ever since then I have been hoping that maybe you might feel something for me too," he said before leaving another long pause. "So the other night, in my room..." "Bailey, what happened in your room..." I started to say, but I wasn't able to finish my sentence. I didn't know whether I should tell him the truth, or try to deny that I was attracted to him. I broke eye contact as I again looked down at my hands and mulled over my choices. It was a difficult decision to make in that split second because the consequences of whichever path I chose were going to be life-changing. This was one of those moments that would impact the rest of my life, and there would be no turning back once I'd said those words. The silence was so intense that I could hear the tap dripping in the next room, and it seemed to go on forever as we both sat there waiting for the other one to make the next move. "I just want you to know that I'm really sorry for all the stuff with Kyle," he said softly, his words finally breaking the long silence and catching me completely off-guard. "What?" I asked as I looked up at him quizzically. "You know, everything that happened between Kyle and me," he responded. It was his turn to break eye contact now, as he averted my gaze and stared down at the floor. After a brief pause he continued with his confession. "It was pretty shitty of me to do that to you." Another long silence passed before he looked up and saw my bewildered expression. "I don't really understand," I said. "I'm talking about the way I tricked you into watching Kyle and me having sex," he blurted out. It took a moment before the penny dropped and I realised that he knew. He knew that I had been watching them having sex over the past few weeks. "Holy shit!" I shouted in exasperation. "You knew I was watching?" He nodded. "Yeah, I planned it that way," he said. I was completely shocked by this response. It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't accidentally stumbled across the pair having sex at all; I had been lured into it. "I was trying to get your attention," he added. "What? Why? I don't understand" I said. I was completely flummoxed by what he was saying. I was starting to feel short of breath. "I knew that a good-looking, confident and eloquent older guy like you would never notice someone like me. You saw me as just another school-kid. I was really attracted to you, and I knew that if I wanted for something to happen between us then I had to start by getting your attention." "Fuck...I...I..." My words faded out as the shock of what I was hearing began to sink in. Not only had he known I was watching him having sex with Kyle, he had set the whole thing up in order to get me to notice him. "I'm sorry if I have upset you," he said softly. "I don't understand. What were you trying to achieve?" I asked. "I remember everything about that first day. You were incredible: so charming, so handsome and so full of positivity. I was attracted to you from the moment I met you. I desperately wanted you to notice me, but you didn't even know my name," he said. "I saw the way you looked at Kyle and I could see that you were attracted to him." "I wasn't..." I tried to deny before Bailey interrupted with a barely-stifled laugh. "Yeah you were. Look I'm not saying I blame you, the guy is gorgeous. Everyone thinks Kyle is smoking hot. And he loves the attention, that's why he struts around in his underwear like he does. He gets off on it. It makes him feel strong and powerful to know that people are staring at him. He knows that his appearance means he can get whatever he wants, and it makes him feel like the big man on campus. When he walked up to you on that first day in his skimpy underwear, I saw the look in your eyes. Even if you didn't realise it at the time, It was a look of desire." "But I'm not gay!" I protested. "Who said anything about being gay?" he responded. "Gay is a label. Desire has nothing to do with being gay or straight, it's about being drawn to someone. And I could see that you were drawn to Kyle from the moment you first saw him," he replied. "I'm so confused," I responded, feeling completely blown away by this bombshell. I broke eye contact as I tried to piece together all the elements of the story. My head was spinning as I tried to make sense of what he was saying. "So you thought that I was attracted to Kyle, and you decided you could somehow get me to notice you by having sex with him," I said. "Pretty much," he responded. "That's fucking crazy!" I replied, completely exasperated by what I was hearing. I didn't know whether to be impressed or alarmed by his cunning plan. 
"Why?" he responded, still holding my gaze. "I knew I needed a way to get you to notice me, so I figured I could use your attraction to Kyle to my advantage. Look I agree that it was a fairly extreme way to get your attention, but I was right wasn't I? I knew that once you saw me as something other than just a school-kid, and once we got to know each other a little better, then there might be a chance that something more could happen between us." "Oh my God, Bailey!" I cried out. "I don't even know how to respond to that!" After a brief pause I continued. "Don't you see what you've done is wrong? You've been using Kyle." "No," he replied, seemingly unperturbed by my accusation. "Sex with Kyle was just a physical thing. It didn't mean anything to either of us. Besides, he had no idea what was going on, and even if he had realised he probably wouldn't have minded." I was taken aback by his response. "So this was all just about sex? You wanted me to be another notch on your bedpost, so you had sex with Kyle in the hope that I would notice you and you could somehow convince me to have sex with you too. Is that what this is? That's fucking crazy!" I spat accusingly. He looked hurt by my comment, and he took a moment before responding very softly. "No. It's not like that at all. What I feel for you is more than that..." "...How?" I interjected harshly, not letting him finish. "Because I really like you," he said softly. "Because the thought of being with you is about so much more than just sex. I want to be with you. I want to be in a relationship with you. I really like you. Don't you see, you are different to everyone I've ever met in my life. You are the most real and honest guy I've ever known. I could never talk to anyone else the way I can talk to you. Being around you is so...so right." "But I'm not gay, Bailey," I protested again. "You're so fixated by that label, but it's a meaningless distinction. Attraction is attraction and it doesn't matter whether it's a guy or a girl," he responded. "You are so hung-up on pigeonholing, that you haven't let yourself consider all the possibilities. When we were lying not he floor the other night, and I looked into your eyes, I felt like we were the only two people in the world. I know that you wanted to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss you. I could see it in your eyes. What we have is intense. You feel it too, didn't you?" he asked. He was right; I did feel the same way, but I couldn't bring myself to admit it aloud. I was struggling to process everything that was going on. In some way I could appreciate the logic behind what he had done. He had been attracted to me when we'd met because I was unlike the flunkies and yes-men he had been surrounded by all his life, but he realised that I barely even knew his name. So when he noticed that I was attracted to Kyle he took advantage of the situation to try and open up my mind to other possibilities. I realised that he was right: by having sex with Kyle he had got me to notice him and he had absolutely achieved his goal. But my conscience was troubled by how cold and calculated it all seemed. Kyle was being used like some kind of pawn in a game, my emotions and feelings were being turned upside down, and I was starting to worry that Bailey might be exhibiting some sociopathic tendencies. "I feel like this is all just a game to you." I said. "I promise you that's not true," he replied softly as he moved closer to me and put his hand on mine. I felt a surge of electricity shooting through my body as he touched me. He kept staring directly into my eyes. "I know that this all seems a bit overwhelming to you right now, but I want you to know that I just did what I had to do to make sure I got what I wanted." I was taken aback by the level of strategy that seemed to have gone into his actions. "It just seems so planned..." I began to say. "...Yeah," he interrupted. "Everything was planned out. I knew that was what I had to do to get what I wanted," he said. "Life is all about planning and applying myself to my goals. Planning and setting goals for myself is how I made it to the world championships for swimming, it's how I got myself on the Dean's List, and it's what I had to do to get you to notice me." I didn't know how to argue with his logic. In some twisted way I was beginning to understand his thinking. He'd done exactly what he had been taught to do - he'd set a goal, developed a plan and followed it through meticulously in order to get what he wanted. It was the same sink or swim attitude he used for everything in life. I didn't know what to say. I broke eye contact and stared at the floor, contemplating my next move. After a few moments of silence I spoke. "I think you should leave." "Why?" he asked. I looked up to see the disappointment on the face of the teenager sitting beside me. My eyes drank him in - he really was beautiful. All the while, he just kept staring at me as he gently stroked his thumb across my hand. I tried to speak but couldn't get my lips to say the right words. "I just...I just don't think...I...I don't.." I was rambling like a crazy man and struggling to find the right words. "It's just not that simple," I finally said. "I've got a lot going on in my head right now, and I need some time to think about everything. A part of me really admires what you have done - it's incredibly flattering." His face was tantalisingly near to mine and his lips were so close I could almost taste them. I had to control all my urges to stop myself from reaching forward and kissing him. "Bailey this is all too much too soon," I said as I pulled away from him. "We barely know each other. And maybe under different circumstances...I...I don't know." There was a long pause before I continued. "But I'm your teacher and you're my student. I could get fired..." "...That's a bullshit excuse and you know it! Do you honestly think that matters? Weren't you the one telling me how I needed to follow my dreams and break-down the barriers that got in the way?" He stood up and broke eye contact as he contemplated his next words. He turned to look down at me as I sat on the bed. "I looked into your eyes the other night when we were lying on the floor in my room. I saw it. I saw how you looked at me. I'm telling you that I feel the same way. I want to be with you too. All the time. Whatever it takes." When I didn't respond he slowly began to turn for the door, his shoulder slumping in defeat. "Bailey..." I cried out as I leapt from my bed and went after him. I didn't know how to finish that sentence. Silence filled the room again as we stood there staring at one another. He reached towards me, grabbing my hand and placing it against his chest. I could feel his heart racing beneath his firm pectoral muscle as we stood face-to-face. We remained like that for a long time, before he eventually leaned in and softly pressed his lips against mine. We began to kiss.