Date: Fri, 24 Nov 2017 22:27:45 +0100
From: Lewis Morales <lewsmorals@mail.com>
Subject: Bailey and Me 8

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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

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*8*


We drove for about forty minutes, leaving the school behind and heading
down the coast. As we cruised down the highway we talked and laughed, and
the stress of my earlier interaction with the Headmaster quickly faded from
my memory. It felt so comfortable to be with him; it was like we'd being
doing this all our lives. He had been right when he said we shared an
amazing connection.

We eventually arrived at a small beachside hamlet with just a few houses
and a small shop. We pulled in just as the sun was setting and the deserted
beach looked spectacular in the fading light. "Come on!" Bailey called out
as he clambered out of the car. "You need to see the sun setting over the
water." I locked the door and ran to catch up. As we stood there together
watching the beautiful sunset I felt Bailey reach out and take my hand in
his. I was worried that someone might see us, but I fought against my
instincts and allowed our hands to join. We stood there for several
minutes, holding hands while we stared out over the water and watching as
the sun finally disappeared beyond the horizon.

"It was a beautiful sunset," I finally said, breaking the long
silence. "Thanks for bringing me here. How do you know about this place?" I
queried.

"I first came down here a couple of years ago. Ben used to bring me here
whenever he could get away."

"Who's Ben?" I asked

I noticed him flinch when I asked that question. He broke our eye contact
and looked away, indicating to me this was a sensitive issue. "A guy from
school," he responded before releasing my hand and turning to walk very
slowly up the beach.

I went after him, noticing that he was upset. "Bailey, I'm really sorry if
I said something..."

"...it's not your fault. I guess I just haven't thought about him in a
while," he replied. His happy, smiling face suddenly looked sorrowful.

"Wanna talk about it?" I asked. He looked back at me as I held out my hand
to him, hoping he would take it. He gently smiled before grabbing onto my
hand and holding it tightly as we both sat down in the sand. We sat
silently for a few moments, slightly leaning against each other with our
shoulders and arms touching. It felt so incredibly intimate.

"I was fourteen when I first came to Northcliffe. When my parents told me
they were moving to Russia I begged them to send me to a real school so I
could have a normal teenage experience. Even though I'd had tutors and
nannies all my life, I had never been to an actual school before and I had
never had friends my own age. I was so scared on my first day, I didn't
know what was going to happen," he said. I noted a pregnant pause before he
continued, almost like he was revisiting some troublesome
memories. "Starting at the school was pretty tough. I was pretty big for my
age, so the other kids used to make fun of me. I found it hard to relate to
the other boys my age because I didn't really understand them. I had always
been surrounded by adults, so I didn't know how to interact with people my
own age. I didn't play team sports because I didn't know how, and I was
always too busy with swimming training anyway. I didn't get along with the
guys in my boarding house because I had nothing in common with them. I
hated being here for the first few months. I used to cry in my room most
nights."

"Sounds tough," I said, squeezing his hand to comfort him. I could see the
anguish on his face.

"Then one night I'd had enough. I packed up all my things and I was going
to run away. For whatever reason, Ben, the School Captain, just happened to
be standing outside his room at the same time that I was walking out with
my suitcase. He yelled out for me to stop and I thought he was going to
give me grief, but he could see that I was upset and instead of shouting he
just hugged me. I started crying into his chest and he just kept hold of
me, rubbing my hair and telling me it was going to be ok. He took me to his
room and listened while I told him everything. He just let me talk. It was
the first time in my life when I felt a real connection to another
person. It was like someone actually noticed me and cared about me. He was
the first person who was nice to me because he actually wanted to be nice,
and not just because he was being paid by my parents."

"He sounds like a great guy," I added.

"Yeah," he responded with a slight smile. "Ben and I became friends and
started spending more and more time together. Even though he was four years
older than me, we just clicked. It was almost like fate or something. Some
of his mates would question how much time he was spending with me, but he
didn't seem to care. We would hang-out together and get lost in our own
little world. I know it must have seemed strange for other people, seeing
the School Captain and some young kid together all the time, but neither of
us cared about what other people thought. He was the most important person
in the world to me."

He paused for a few moments and I again noticed the look of melancholy on
his face. "So?" I added, trying to prompt him to continue with the story.

"So, over time I started to notice that I had feelings for Ben. I was
fourteen and I didn't know what was happening, but I found myself thinking
about him all the time. At first I thought it was just how friendships
worked, but before long I started having fantasies about him, wanting to
kiss him, touch him and feel his masculine body against mine. It got to the
point that I was getting an erection every time I thought about him or saw
him, and I was having wet-dreams about him every night. I was so scared
because I didn't want to admit that I was attacked to him or that I might
be gay, but I couldn't help it. I was drawn to him," he said. His
story-telling paused and we sat there staring at one another. I knew that
he was talking about his relationship with Ben, but he could just as easily
have been describing what I had been experiencing over the past few weeks.

"At first I was petrified that he would find out that I was attracted to
him. I thought he would freak out and reject me. But I was wrong. He told
me he cared about me too, and eventually, one night, things changed and we
became more than friends."

My throat suddenly felt dry; I realised that the story was causing my pulse
to race. "So what happened?" I asked.

"Time happened. He was a senior and I was fourteen. The end of the year
came too quickly and when he graduated, I was heartbroken because I felt
like I'd lost my best friend and my boyfriend at the same time. We had
learned so much about ourselves by being together for that short time, and
it had been the most amazing time of my life, but when the year was over we
had no choice but to move on with our lives."

There was a short pause in the conversation and I noticed that a few tiny
tears had formed in the corner of Bailey's eyes. I held his hand even
tighter still. "You loved him, didn't you?" I asked.

"Yeah, I did," he replied. "So when I'm telling you how I feel, I want you
know that I understand exactly what it's like to be drawn to someone even
when you think you shouldn't be. And I know exactly how hard it is to risk
everything and take a chance to be with someone," he added. I put my arms
around his shoulders and pulled his body against mine, comforting him. We
just sat there together watching the waves crashing onto the sand, holding
each other but saying nothing.

We were still sitting on the beach long after the sky darkened, and I was
feeling more calm and relaxed about being with Bailey than I had imagined
might be possible. The noise of the waves crashing onto the shore was so
soothing, and the feel of Bailey's hand against mine was so comforting. But
as content as I was sitting there with him, I knew that we had to get back
to school before anyone noticed us missing.

As we walked back to my car Bailey suddenly pulled my body against his. He
leant forward and placed his lips on mine, enveloping them in a sensual and
seductive kiss. When we had kissed earlier in the day I had felt stressed
and overwhelmed by what was happening, but this time I felt relaxed and
calm. I took the time to enjoy the kiss, all of my senses noticing how
kissing a guy was different from kissing a girl. Every nerve in my body was
tingling from the sensation.

"Oh, Bailey," I softly moaned.

"Oh..." there was a short pause. "I don't actually know your first name,"
he said. His comment made us both laugh.

"Steven, but everyone calls me Steve," I responded.

"Your first name is Steve?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied, realising that he was putting two and two together in his
head.

"As in, Steve McQueen?" he questioned incredulously

"I'm afraid so," I responded despondently.

"Did your parents not like you or something?" he joked. I responded by
pushing him away and pretending to walking off in a huff, but he quickly
caught up to me and pulled my body back against his, leaning forward and
kissing me once more. I noticed that his tongue was now pushing against my
lips seeking entry, and I allowed it in. We remained locked in each other's
grasp as our kissing turned more fervent. It was probably the most
passionate embrace I'd ever experienced and I was almost afraid to pull
away.

"Well then Steve McQueen, I guess you'd better take us back to school
before they send out a search party," he said. As we drove back along the
highway, Bailey rested his hand on mine and smiled. I couldn't stop
thinking about what had happened; over the past few weeks I had begun to
develop an attraction to this teenager, and today I'd discovered that he
was attracted to me too. We'd just spent a wonderful afternoon together,
talking so freely and easily, and sharing a tender and sensual kiss. I
realised that we had crossed a line that we couldn't un-cross, and I felt
so conflicted by what had happened, but so incredibly happy that it had.

At breakfast the next morning I looked across the boarder's dining hall and
saw Bailey eating his cereal, his hair still wet from morning training. In
this environment, surrounded by his teenage mates and dressed in uniform,
he looked just like any other high-school boy. I noticed the Headmaster
walking towards him and I figured he would probably be enquiring about the
outcome of the Doctor's appointment we never didn't actually get to
yesterday afternoon. But with everything that I had come to know about
Bailey in the past few weeks, I reckoned that the boy had already concocted
some fantastic story to hoodwink the Headmaster into believing that it had
all gone smoothly. I walked across to eavesdrop on their conversation. "So
it's all going to be fine then?" I heard the Headmaster asking as got
nearer to Bailey's table.

"Yes," Bailey replied before looking up and briefly making eye contact with
me. I had to try very hard to suppress a smirk. "But the doctor wants to
see me every Wednesday afternoon for the next few weeks just to be sure
that it's healing properly," he told the Headmaster.

"Well I'm sure we can organise for the doctor to come to the school," the
Headmaster replied.

"No need," Bailey announced. "Mr McQueen has offered to drive me," he said
as he gestured in my direction. I froze in panic at the sound of my name.

"Is that right, Steven?" the Headmaster asked, turning to look directly at
me.

"Uh...err....yes," I managed to respond. This was all news to me. What was
Bailey up to?

"Well that's very good of you. I shall make a note of it," the Headmaster
responded before walking away.

"Wednesday night?" I questioned after the Headmaster had left, trying not
to attract the attention of his mates who must have overheard the entire
interaction.

Bailey stood up, collected his plate and cup and turned toward the
kitchen. "Wednesday night is date night," he whispered to me as he walked
past and placed his dirty dishes in the sink. I had to hand it to the boy -
he was good.

On Saturday morning I had arranged to meet Bailey back at the cafe on the
peninsula. I felt a mix of excitement and trepidation when he finally sat
down across from me; excited to see him, but unsure exactly how I should be
acting around him. The events of the past few weeks had broken down many of
the barriers between us, but on that morning, sitting in the full view of
the general public, I wasn't quite sure how I should behave around
him. Bailey must have noticed my angst, so he suggested we get our coffees
to take away. I smiled at him as he ordered our drinks, noticing how he had
once again read my mind and taken charge of the situation.

We walked along the beach in relative quiet for a few minutes before Bailey
sat down on the sandy ledge and motioned for me to sit beside him. I was
hesitant at first, looking around and wondering if anyone would see
us. When I did eventually sit I made sure to leave quite a bit of physical
distance in between us in case someone were to walk past. "I haven't got a
disease you know," he joked, making us both laugh. "So I guess a kiss is
out of the question then?" he quipped. Again we both laughed.

"I'm sorry," I responded, smiling at his handsome face.

"I know this is hard for you," he said to me as he stared into my eyes. The
expression on his face showed me that he understood. "I get that this is a
new experience for you. And I realise it's difficult for you in so many
ways. But I want you to know that what I feel is real. I want to be with
you, Steve, and I don't care what it takes."

"Bailey, I am attracted to you," I responded. I broke his gaze, staring at
my hands while my mind whirred. After a short pause I continued. "Actually,
it's more than that. I find myself thinking about you all the time."

"I'm glad to hear that," he responded. I could feel his eyes staring into
the side of my face.

I turned my head and stared back at him. "Over the past few weeks you have
made me question everything I thought I knew about myself, and made me feel
things I didn't know I could feel," I said before pausing to consider my
next words. "It's weird. A part of me really does want to kiss you right
now, but I'm also feeling pretty uncertain about all of this. Even though I
can't stop thinking about you, and I really do care about you, I still
don't know if I'm ready for this to become a relationship. Does that makes
sense? I really like you, and I don't want to lead you on, but I'm just
going to need some time to process all of this." I said. I leant backwards
with my hands supporting my bodyweight as I broke away from his gaze once
more and looked out to the ocean.

After a few seconds of silence, I sensed him moving ever so slightly closer
towards me with his body position mirroring my own. As he stretched his
arms behind him to support his weight, I noticed his hand moving closer to
mine with his pinky finger reaching out and wrapping around my own. It was
a small gesture, and anyone walking past wouldn't have looked twice, but
this intimacy meant the world to me. Even though it was only our pinky
fingers touching, the adrenalin was pumping through my body because of that
contact. We sat there for what seemed like an eternity, neither one of us
wanting to let go. I could feel my heart thumping the entire time we sat
there. "I guess this will just have to do for now," he said, staring out to
the ocean.

It wasn't long before the clouds started rolling in and it looked as though
we were about to get an afternoon storm. Even though neither of us wanted
to move, we knew we had to head back to school before the weather turned. I
forced myself to tear our fingers apart as I stood up to indicate that it
was time to go. We slowly began to trek back along the beach and we were so
engrossed in conversation that we hardly noticed the worsening weather
conditions. I got to enjoy the lighter side of his persona as he joked
around and told me funny stories about his week. I couldn't stop smiling as
we walked in the sand, and I felt my attraction to him growing stronger
with every step. We were about a mile from home when an almighty clap of
thunder filled the air and signalled the beginning of the deluge. Our slow
walk along the beach soon became a hurried sprint as we ran to escape the
downpour.

"Hurry up old man!" he shouted as he zoomed past me, clearly trying to
provoke me into chasing after him.

"Who are you calling old?" I cried back as I raced to catch up to him. We
were both laughing as I ran after him. With just a few metres to go, I
grabbed him around the waist, tackling him onto the sodden lawn just in
front of the boarding house. We both crashed to the ground, me on my back
and Bailey landing on top of me just as we'd done in his room a few nights
earlier. We lay there laughing with his body on top of mine as the rain
continued belting down on us. I could feel every single muscle in his
strong and lithe body as he lay there on top of me. We silently stared into
each others eyes, and I was about to lean forward to kiss him when I heard
a voice call out.

"What is the meaning of all this? What the devil is going on here?"