Continuing Theo's Education

By Pink Panther

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Chapter Thirteen

Mike

Feeling Brandon's starfish alternately flaring and tightening around my cock is such an amazing turn-on! With my balls churning into action, I tighten my grip on his thighs, thrusting in as far as I can go. Almost instantly, spunk surges through my penis, shooting over and over into the thirteen-year old's no longer virgin bum. Wow! That was everything I could have hoped for!

After taking a few seconds to regain my composure, I gently withdraw and step to the side.

"You can stand up now," I say.

Rather gingerly, Brandon stands upright. He turns to face me.

"You'll be in big trouble if I tell anyone what you just did," he says defiantly.

"Oh, I certainly will!" I respond confidently. "But you're not going to tell anyone, not least because you'd be too embarrassed. There's another reason too. Come with me!"

Theo and I usher him through into my room. Taking a towel from the bedside cabinet, I spread it over my office chair.

"Sit there!" I order.

With Brandon sitting at my workstation, I run the video back to the start and press play. Exactly as I expected, he looks like his whole world has fallen apart.

"Now, I have no interest whatever in showing this video to anyone," I say quietly. "But if the police come here wanting to know what went on today, I will give them this video. D'you understand?"

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Brandon

Oh, fuck! I am so screwed! My arse is full of spunk and feels like it's on fire, but I can't tell anyone or I'll be in more shit than I can imagine. The worst part is that it's my own fault. I knew I shouldn't be doing this stuff!

"Turn your chair round," Mike says firmly.

I do as he says, turning to face him.

"So what gave you the idea to start doing stuff like that?" he demands.

At first, I don't answer.

"Well?!" he insists.

I give up; there's no longer any point in resisting.

"Watching porn."

"On your phone?"

"Yeah."

"Theo, go and get it please."

Theo leaves the room. Half a minute later, he returns with my phone and gives it to his dad. Mike starts looking through it. He looks horrified.

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Mike

I soon find the porn he's been watching. It's far worse than I'd expected. There is some regular gay porn – videos of `gay-for-pay' twinks – but most of it shows underage boys being tied up, tortured and raped. As I might have guessed, there's no sign of any straight porn. I take a deep breath.

"Have you any idea how much trouble you'd be in if the police found this stuff on your phone?" I ask, looking him straight in the eye.

"Quite a bit," I respond.

"You have no idea!" he tells me. "The twink videos are pretty harmless, but the rest of it is some of the worst I've ever seen. That's certainly what the courts would think. It's so violent!"

"It was all I could find that had real boys in. Everything else was older guys. Those twink videos are just boring!"

"And there's no straight porn, of course?"

"No."

"Well, the first thing you need to do is to stop lying to yourself. You watch exclusively gay porn, you're attracted to other boys, mainly ones younger or smaller than you, and you spunked while I was fucking you. By what logic do you reckon you're not gay?"

"Sorry. I just kept trying to tell myself I wasn't. When I started having sex with Jamie, I reckoned that as long as I was in charge, all I did was fuck him, and I kept dissing him about it, it wasn't really gay."

"All total bollocks, of course."

"Yeah; it was stupid! Then as soon as I met Theo at the wedding, I knew he was gay, so I just treated him the same way."

"Well, that stops right now, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, totally!"

"Then, having put it behind you, you'll need to move forward. We'll help, but remember, we can't do it for you."

"Why will you help?" he asks, looking puzzled. "I thought you wouldn't want anything more to do with me."

"Actually, that's not an option. When Sarah and I split up, we made a custody agreement that says that she gets Theo on alternate weekends, so when he's at your place, I need to be sure that he's going to be safe. Your step-mum's not going to agree to change our agreement unless I give her a pretty compelling reason. I don't want to do that, and I'm sure you wouldn't want me to."  

"No, of course not."

"So, I need you to work with me. You can do it; you're better than this!"

A tear appears at the corner of his eye and rolls down his cheek. I seem to have touched a raw nerve, although I'm not sure how.

"What's the problem?" I ask, looking at him intently.

"My dad's never said that to me, not once!"

"So, if you've done something you shouldn't have, what does he do?"

"He just moans about how busy he is and that `he doesn't have time to deal with this nonsense'."

Suddenly, things are starting to make sense. For Brandon, losing his mum to breast cancer when he was ten must have been devastating. Of course, his dad should have stepped up to help him get through it, but right now I'm wondering how much support the guy actually provided. I take a deep breath.

"Tell us about your mum," I say, still looking Brandon right in the eye.

He hesitates, looking uncomfortable.

"Please!" I add gently. "I promise that nothing you say will ever be repeated."

"Oh, Mum was wonderful!" he blurts out. "We used to do everything together! During the school holidays, she always took me on trips. I loved it! She was so much fun to be with! She wasn't soft though. She made sure I worked hard at school, treated people properly and . . . you know, all the important stuff."

"So what about your dad?"

"I never saw that much of him. He was always too busy with work."

"I see. And what would your mum think about what you've been up to?"

"Oh, she'd hate me!" he wails, sounding like he's about to break down completely.

"Actually, I don't think that's right," I say soothingly. "She'd hate what you've been doing, and the sort of person you were starting to become. She wouldn't hate you though."

"Well, Jamie must hate me! I've been really horrible to him!"

"Now I'm sure that's not right!" I assure him, smiling. "How long have you and Jamie known each other?"

"Since we started school."

"And that's why he's stuck with you. He remembers how things were when your mum was alive. Since she's gone, he's realised you've been struggling, and he's been hoping that somehow, he'd be able to help."

"D'you think I should apologise to him?"

"I think it would be good if you did. It won't be easy though! My mum always used to say that it takes a man to apologise."

"Thanks!" Brandon says quietly.

"So when did all this start?"

"Last September; I was captain of the school's under-13 football team. Several of the other boys – mainly the better players – were getting seriously into girls. Every time we met, for training or whatever, they'd be bragging about what they'd done."

"You do realise that they were making most of it up, don't you?" I query.

"I guess," Brandon concedes. "Of course, I wasn't into it at all, but I needed to fit in, so I pretended I was. What I actually wanted was sex with another boy. That was when I found that really bad stuff you saw on my phone. That's what gave me the idea about being in charge and that."

"Good sex happens when both partners enjoy it," I say quietly. So, the next time you have sex with Jamie, which I'm sure you will, don't make it all about you. Instead, focus on giving him a good time. He will reciprocate, I promise!"

"Yeah, thanks."

"Theo's a different matter. When he stays at your place next weekend, you're not to get into his bed unless he invites you. You're not to even ask him about it. If he does invite you, let him take the lead and focus on giving him a good time. In between, you're to be polite and friendly. He's your guest; treat him like one. D'you understand?"

"Yes."

"Now I'm not going to tell Theo what he ought to do. He'll make up his own mind. You may need to be patient for a while."

"Yeah. I realise I must have hurt him. If he never wants me to have sex with him again, I'll just have to live with it."

"That's right. Now next Sunday, when I pick Theo up from your place, I'd like you to come back here with us. Then you and I can sit down and talk through how your week's gone, what you've got coming up, and any problems you're facing, either ones that have already arisen, or ones looming on the horizon. Of course, I'll expect you to be totally honest with me, otherwise it won't work. Then I'll drop you home afterwards."

"Yeah, that's fine. It'll be good to talk to someone that actually listens to me."

"One last thing: you need to get rid of that phone. Deleting stuff doesn't work; the stuff's actually still on there. So, take a hammer to it, smash it to bits and throw it into a skip well away from where you live. Then I guess you'll have to tell your dad you've lost it."

"Yeah! He'll moan like hell, but that's nothing new!"

"Theo!" I say, smiling. "Take Brandon to the bathroom and run a bath for him." I turn back to our `guest'. "We've got a whirlpool bath here. I can't claim it'll take all the soreness away, but it'll help you feel much better than you probably do at the moment. Right! Off you go! I'll see you next Sunday!"

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Mike

After Theo and I have eaten dinner, I head into my room to make the promised call. Paul picks up on the third ring.

"So how did it go?" he asks eagerly

"About as well as it could have done," I respond, before describing what happened in Theo's bedroom and the conversation that took place afterwards.

"That seems like quite a commitment you've taken on!" he comments.

"Sure, it's a dirty job, but somebody has to do it. What we're dealing with is a basically decent kid whose life has gone horribly wrong. It needs to get sorted, or it'll have an adverse effect on Theo. Well, I'm not going to allow that to happen! It won't affect us though. On the weekends when Theo's with me, we can get together just like we agreed. Alejandro and Theo are so good for each other; there's no way I'd want to break that up. Theo's totally looking forward to coming to your place on Tuesday."

"And we're really looking forward to having him here!" Paul gushes. "We'll see you then!"