Date: Tue, 28 Nov 2017 11:22:16 +0100 From: Lewis Morales Subject: Bailey and Me 9 This story is purely fictional and the characters are not based on anyone in real life. It 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 `Bailey and Me' was always intended to be about more than sex. This story is about the narrator's struggle to come to terms with his sexual awakening after his world gets turned upside down by an attraction to a much younger guy. In writing this story I am trying to explore all the fears and doubts that someone in this situation would be experiencing. Although the story has a sexual nature, and there are sexual encounters in some chapters, it was never intended to be the kind of story you beat-off to. I'd love to hear your thoughts about what you've been reading, including those things you have liked/disliked etc, so please drop me an email to lewsmorals@mail.com as it's always great to hear from readers. Don't forget to donate to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html so that they can continue to publish stories like this one. *9* "What is the meaning of all this? What the devil is going on here?" I looked up and saw the Headmaster heading towards us. My mind and body seemed to freeze as I desperately tried to come up with an explanation as to why I was soaking wet and lying on the ground underneath one of my teenage, male students. "Mr McQueen, Bailey, what is going on?" he shouted. I panicked. "Sorry, sir. This is all my fault," I heard Bailey reply as he clambered to his feet and offered out his hand to help me off the ground. He stood directly between the Headmaster and me as he began providing an explanation as to why we were lying in a wet, tangled mess on the lawn. "Mr McQueen had been helping me with my training, and we got so caught up in what we were doing that neither of us noticed the storm coming. We were on our way back to the house when it suddenly started to rain, so we tried to run. I guess I must've lost my footing and accidentally tripped over knocking Mr McQueen down too." He turned to face me, with his back now to the Headmaster. As he turned, his facial expression changed from the serious, concerned expression he had been using with my boss, to a cheeky, sarcastic grin that was clearly intended only for my enjoyment. I had to stifle a giggle. "I'm so sorry for what I've done, Mr McQueen. Can you forgive me?" He winked at me as he said that, and I had to look away or else I would have laughed out loud. "Well just as long as you don't get injured again," the Headmaster continued. "I suggest we all need to get inside and get dry!" he cried. Clearly he had bought the story. I was impressed by how quickly Bailey had managed to defuse the tension. My mind had blanked, and I would have had no way to explain why we'd been caught in such a compromising situation, but Bailey hadn't skipped a beat. He winked at me again before turning and heading towards the boarding house. I trudged back to my apartment to have a warm shower and change into some dry clothes. I spent the rest of the evening in my apartment catching up on some work, but I couldn't stop myself from smiling as I thought about what Bailey had done. I was growing more and more attracted to the beguiling teenager. That night as I slept, I enjoyed a most wicked and erotic dream involving Bailey and me. In my dream, we were lying naked on my bed, our hands slowly exploring one another's bodies. I eagerly touched and kissed every inch of his magnificent, teenage physique, allowing my fingers to glide across all the crevices and indentations of his strong, muscular torso, and to caress his taut buttocks. I felt his hand reaching for my hardened cock, before sliding along its length several times. He interrupted our passionate kissing as he moved down the bed so that his mouth was hovering over my groin. He slowly slipped my hardened cock into his mouth. He bobbed up and down, drooling over the rigid stick as his fingers began toying with my balls. I bucked my hips slowly in time as we both moaned. I laid back and enjoyed the sensation of his mouth sliding up and down my shaft. My constant moaning seemed to please the teenager as he increased the speed and intensity of his action. Before long he was managing to take the entire length of my cock into his throat as he rubbed his tongue around the shaft. His hands continued massaging my testicles to heighten my arousal. He kept bobbing his head up and down my throbbing manhood for several more minutes, stopping every once in a while to lick along the leaking slit. I let out a barbaric groan and, even with his lips still wrapped around my cock, I could see how this made him smile. I could feel myself getting close to climax as I continued wailing and howling in a way I had never done before. I suddenly woke from my erotic dream, noting how the vivid fantasy had caused my cock to erupt in my sleep. I could feel the sticky wetness of my spunk across my groin and stomach - a telltale reminder of my racy hallucination - as I lay in my bed thinking about the meaning of the sensual dream. I realised that this was the first time I'd had a fantasy that involved Bailey and me; I'd had dreams about Bailey and Kyle before, but this was the first time that I had been the centre of the action. With beads of sweat still dripping from my forehead, and the remnants of my ferocious climax splattered across my groin and stomach, I began to wonder what it all meant. I lay there thinking about what had happened in the preceding few weeks and how the entire situation had been developing so rapidly. There was no doubt that I was feeling increasingly drawn to the boy, and we certainly seemed to share a strong bond. Our intellectual and emotional connection was flourishing as we got to know one other better, and I was discovering that he was far more wise and mature than his relative youth would have suggested. I was captivated by his ability to engage in adult-like, meaningful conversations, and impressed by the meticulous way he seemed to plan and preempt every situation before it occurred. However there was a part of me that was unsure about whether I was ready to get involved in a relationship with my seventeen year old, male student. Despite the fact that I found him very attractive, and despite the dream I'd just had, I still wasn't sure if I wanted to become more involved with Bailey. Whilst the fantasy had been mind-blowing, perhaps it was meant to remain just that: a fantasy. What was the saying about the forbidden fruit tasting the sweetest? Until a few weeks ago, I had never even considered that I could be attracted to another man, yet now I was suddenly standing on the precipice of starting a relationship with one. I didn't know if I was quite ready to take this next step. My fretting about my increasing involvement with my teenage student meant I got very little sleep that night. I hid in my apartment for most of the next day, busying myself with administrative tasks in an attempt to avoid thinking about Bailey. I knew my actions were juvenile, but I couldn't seem to get my head straight. I liked him, I was attracted to him, and I certainly enjoyed the intimacy of being with him, but I couldn't get past the feeling that starting a relationship with Bailey was too much, too soon. Before long the new school week arrived and after a full day of classes, I made my way back to the boarding house on Monday afternoon to prepare myself for my evening duties. At around 5 o'clock the noisy corridors told me that the students were arriving back from sports training and I needed to make sure they were showered and dressed promptly to make it to dinner on time. I did my rounds through the hallways, stopping occasionally to chat with a few different students and mostly talking about mundane issues such as weekend leave forms and cleaning of rooms. As I rounded the corner I saw Bailey and another student walking towards me. The other boy was one of Bailey's swimming friends, and I could see they were deep in conversation as they came down the hallway. I felt my heart skip a beat at the sight of him, though I wasn't sure if it was out of excitement or trepidation. "Good evening, Sir," Bailey said to me as they got closer to where I was standing. His voice and face were expressionless, and to an unwitting observer it would have looked just like any other teenage boy talking to their teacher. For all intents and purposes our interaction was routine and wouldn't have seemed unusual to his friend. I was hoping that my poker-face didn't fail me at this moment. "Hello gents," I responded. "As we still on for Wednesday night, sir?" Bailey asked as he paused momentarily in front of me. "Wednesday night?" I answered back with a quizzical expression on my face. "Don't you remember?" he asked me. "You know, the appointment with the doctor to have my shoulder checked," he said as he winked to remind me of the fictitious scenario he had concocted. "Oh that," I responded, feeling slightly unsure as to whether or not it was a good idea to continue with the ruse. "So is that still happening?" I asked. In many ways I was hoping he'd call it off. I was still feeling a mix of emotions about where the situation with Bailey was headed and I rather liked the idea of avoiding the issue altogether. "Yep. I'm really looking forward to it," he replied before he and his friend continued on their way to the showers. I didn't respond; instead I rushed back to my room as panic began to set in. I cared about Bailey and I really enjoyed spending time with him, but the idea of a getting into a relationship with him was pushing me well outside of my comfort zone. Not only was I worried about the prospect of dating my much younger student, but there was also the physical aspect of our relationship to consider. Our intimate moments had thus far been limited to fairly docile levels of hand-holding, kissing and light petting, but inevitably he would want more than I felt I was ready to give. I still didn't know if I was gay or straight and despite what the sticky load of cum across my stomach from my erotic fantasy last night might have suggested, I wasn't sure if I wanted to start a sexual relationship with him. The following night I was supervising study time from the teacher's desk in the middle of the boarding house corridor, when I looked up and noticed Bailey walking towards me. His arrival at my desk seemed perfectly unremarkable - just like any other student who had come to get help from the teacher - but I suddenly felt very nervous about being alone with him. He smiled at me as he politely asked if I would check over the essay he had written. I started reading his homework about the impact of carbon emissions on global warming and, just as I would have done for any student, I provided him with some feedback to improve his opening paragraph. "Actually, Sir," he interrupted me, "I think it might be better if you focused on what I've written on the second page," he said. I turned the page to find that I was no longer reading the same geography essay; instead it was a note that he had written to me. `I can't wait to be with you tomorrow night...' it began. I started to panic. All of my uncertainties overwhelmed my befuddled brain as I sat there struggling to make sense of what he was suggesting. I turned to look at Bailey and noticed his gorgeous blue eyes staring back into my own. I was about to tell him of my concerns when I suddenly felt his hand on my knee. I was torn between my fear over where this physical contact would inevitably lead, the worry that we were in the middle of the boarding house corridor and might get caught, and the enjoyment of his delicate touch on my thigh. "I'm really looking forward to our date," he whispered to me as his hand began to rub along my leg. I realised that his hand was getting perilously close to my groin as it moved back and forth along my leg. He kept staring into my eyes as he continued tracing his hand along my thigh with his fingers getting closer and closer to my package. I could feel myself getting hard in anticipation and, even though I knew I needed to tell him to stop, my mouth seemed to freeze. I wasn't sure if I was ready to get involved with this boy, and I was certain that this was neither the time nor the place to find out, and yet for some inexplicable reason I was unable to make the words come from my lips. Suddenly there came a noise from the end of the hallway. Bailey quickly removed his hand from my leg as another student came out of their bedroom and walked towards the desk where we were seated. I didn't know whether I was relieved or disappointed by the sudden end to our intense moment. "I can't wait for tomorrow," he whispered to me before he stood up, smiled at me, then turned and walked back to his room as if nothing had happened. That night I couldn't stop thinking about what had very nearly occurred. My mind was torn. Things were moving very quickly; it had only been a few weeks since I'd realise that I had feelings for him, and tonight he had been just moments away from touching me in a way that no man had done before. I couldn't help wondering what might have happened had we not been interrupted. Would I have let him touch me in that way? Did I want him to? My dream the other night suggested that I was physically aroused by Bailey, but I wasn't sure whether that was repressed sexual desire, or simply idle musings. Until recently I had always considered myself to be a heterosexual male and I didn't know if I was ready to give up completely on that idea. I tossed and turned for most of the night; anguish and stress once again taking the place of sleep. I was feeling tired when I arrived at my car the next afternoon and found Bailey standing there smiling at me. He had convinced the Headmaster that I was taking him for another appointment with the specialist following his alleged fall. I couldn't believe his story was so readily accepted by my usually canny and adept boss, but then Bailey's mix of intelligence and maturity meant that people generally believed whatever he told them. As we drove away from the campus Bailey picked up on my quiet demeanour. "Is everything ok, Steve?" he asked. "Yep," I replied brusquely. In reality everything wasn't ok, but I wasn't ready to talk about how I was feeling. We continued driving silently for a few more miles. "Steve please talk to me. I can tell that you're not ok." he eventually pleaded, seeing right through my feeble attempt to disguise my feelings. "It's...I...I'm not..." I began, but I couldn't quite find the right words to finish the sentence. When he reached across and gently placed his hand on my leg I snapped. "It's that!" I exploded. "What?" he cried, quickly removing his hand. I could see the hurt on his face. I knew immediately that I had overreacted. "I'm so sorry Bailey, this is all going too fast," I said after I had pulled the car over to the side of the road so I could look at him. "I really do like you and I find myself thinking about you all the time." There was a long pause while I tried to find the right words. "But I'm not sure if I'm ready to get into a relationship with you just yet. This is all happening too quickly for me." We sat silently for a moment. "Steve, I'm sorry if I've upset you." There was another long silence as we sat looking at one another, neither one of us seeming to know what to say next. "I really like you and I think you are an amazing guy. I enjoy being with you. I'm really sorry if I've been pushing things a bit too quickly for you; I feel like crap knowing that I've upset you. I guess I just want you to know how much I cared about you." I looked at him and saw the genuine concern in his eyes. "But what if I'm not sure whether I feel the same way? I don't know know if I'm ready to be in a relationship with you. What if I can't be your boyfriend, Bailey? What if I never want to have sex with you?" I fired off question after question at him. I could feel tears starting to well in my eyes. "Steve," he said very calmly as he reached out and took hold of my hand, his thumb gently rubbing along the top. "I just want to spend time with you. I don't care if nothing more than that ever happens," he replied. "I just want us to see what happens. This is about us getting to know each other and exploring how we feel. There are no certainties in this; who knows what will happen," he said. There was a long pause before he spoke again. "I'm so sorry for rushing you. I keep having to remind myself that this is all so new to you even though I've had a while to process all of my feelings." I let out a quiet sigh as a single tear leaked from my eye. "I'm sorry, Bailey..." I began. "...Don't be sorry. You never have to be sorry for expressing how you're feeling," he said as he reached forward and wiped away my tear. "I just want you to be open and honest with me," he said as he stared deep into my eyes. Time seemed to stand still in that intimate moment, and in that very instant I desperately wanted to reach across and kiss him. "Thank you," I replied. I smiled at him before turning the ignition back on and pulling back onto the road. "So let's just see where this goes, huh?" he asked. "Ok," I responded as I felt the weight being lifted from my shoulders.