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!"