Continuing
Theo's Education
By
Pink Panther
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Chapter Twenty-One
Brandon
"Is
it okay if I ask you something?" I say, feeling a little nervous.
"Of
course!" Mike responds, smiling. "
"Did
you go to boarding school?"
"Yes.
I started at boarding school when I was eight. Two years later, Tim Shackleton,
one of our best rugby players, asked me if I'd like to be his younger friend. He
wasn't just good at rugby; he was studying for the Public Schools' Scholarship
exam, so that he could go to one of the best schools in the country. He was
also very nice-looking. The school encouraged us to look up to boys like him.
Well, I loved rugby and was determined to play for the school team when I was
old enough, so I regarded him asking me as a huge honour; I didn't even need to
think about it."
"So,
you had to have sex with him?"
"Yes,
but I never saw it as a problem! In any case, that was only part of it. Every
time the rugby team played a home match, I'd be on the touchline shouting him
on. More than that, I needed to be there for him when he got stressed about all
the work he needed to do. Well, it worked! The rugby team had a really good
season and he got his scholarship. I felt proud to have played a part in it. I
learned a lot from it too. Two years later, when I was made rugby captain and
it was my turn to go in for the PSS exam, I knew what to expect."
"Did
you have a younger friend?"
"Of
course! Jake was an absolute rock for me! I wouldn't have been able to do it
without him."
"Going
back to Tim; did he take your cherry?"
"Not
straight away; he spent a few weeks getting me ready, but then he did. Like I
said, it wasn't a problem. I knew it was coming."
"So,
when you talked about knowing what it's like to be on the receiving end, you'd
been through that too?"
"Absolutely!"
"Wow!"
I sort of understand now."
"You're
back at school this week then?" Mike asks.
"Yes,
we go back on Tuesday."
We
start chatting about the challenges I'll be facing. It's just like Theo said
it'd be. He doesn't tell me what to do. Instead, as we talk, he offers ideas
and suggestions, like organising my homework, how to deal with my football
mates when they start blagging about having sex, and how what really matters to
them is the way I perform on the pitch.
By
the time we've finished, I know exactly what I need to do, and better still, I
feel confident that I can actually do it. So why does Dad never talk to me like
this?
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Brandon
and I have reached the end of a very productive chat. Now that he's cleared the
crap out of his head, it turns out that he's brighter than I'd given him credit
for, and eager to run with several of the ideas I put out there.
"I
guess you'll want to fuck me now," he says, grinning.
"Is
that what you want?" I counter, "When I talked to you last week, I set out a
number of things that I expected you to do. Allowing me to have sex with you on
an ongoing basis was not one of them, and I'm not in the business of
moving the goalposts after the game's started!"
"I
just thought, . . . you know!"
"I
wouldn't have made a stipulation like that. If I had, you'd have started to
think that the only reason I was helping you was to get into your pants, and
that's not the case. I'm doing it because not only will it be good for you, it
will benefit Theo. And that's all it's about. Now, if you're asking if
I'd like to have sex with you, of course I would! You're a very
good-looking boy at exactly the age I like best. But it's totally your choice.
I'll carry on helping you whether we have sex or not."
"Oh,
right!" he responds, looking surprised to find the ball firmly back in his
court.
"So what's it to be?" I ask, the bulge in his shorts
indicating what his answer is likely to be. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
He
sucks in air.
"Yeah,"
he admits, squirming a little. "For the past few days, I haven't been able to
stop thinking about it!"
"I
know this is a big step," I say gently, "but there's no need to be embarrassed.
Just relax! Now I think it's time we got these clothes off, don't you?"
Over
the next couple of minutes, we carefully undress each other. Despite being
nearly fourteen, Brandon is still delightfully smooth, the neat little crop of
pubes above his penis being the only body-hair I can find.
"It's
big, isn't it?" Brandon comments, running his fingers along my shaft.
At
17cm (6.7") long and just a little less in circumference, it's a respectable
size, but certainly not exceptional.
"It's
a good average," I respond, smiling. "Anything bigger would make fucking boys
like you too difficult, and I wouldn't want that!"
"Cool!"
he says, still fondling it.
"I'm
sorry I had to be so rough with you last week," I continue, "But I needed to
grab your attention, and I was only going to get one shot at it. And once I'd
done that, I needed to convince you, right then and there, that things had to
change and there could be no turning back."
"I
think you could say that was mission accomplished," he says. "After you showed
me that video, I thought you'd just tell me to get dressed and kick me out. Instead,
you started talking to me. After what had happened, I couldn't believe how calm
you were. So, when you said you'd help me, I just knew. My life was going to
crap. If I didn't take this chance, I might not get another one."
"Obviously,
I'm pleased that you saw it that way."
"It
took some real balls to do what you did," he continues, eyeing me intently. "I'm
not going to screw around with someone who does that sort of stuff! It's like with
the teachers at school. You soon learn which ones you can mess with and which
ones you can't."
"I'll
take that as a compliment," I say, drawing him towards me.
Over
the next few minutes, we engage in some exquisite foreplay. He's such a
natural, how he convinced himself that he wasn't gay is a total mystery.
Finally, I get him onto all-fours, his knees wide apart, and thrust my tongue
into his boy-hole.
"Oooh!" he gasps. "You're licking my bum!"
"And
you like it, don't you?"
"Oh,
fuck! Yeah!"
After
a minute or so, I pull away, my tongue aching. After applying plenty of Astroglide, I start to fuck him with my index finger. As
all I'm getting back are moans of pleasure, I add a second one. He winces momentarily
before quickly settling down again.
With
things going even better than I'd expected, as I push my fingers in and out, I
slowly corkscrew them around, gently opening him up. There's no protest. He's
ready for the main event!
Allowing
my fingers to slip out, I grab the pillows. Having placed them in front of him,
one on top of the other, I cover them with a towel that I'd left on the bedside
cabinet.
"Will
you fuck me the way I fucked Theo this morning?" he asks.
"We
can certainly start off that way," I assure him. "After that, we'll see how
things go."
To
be honest, once he's fully impaled, I'm going to get him lying face-down, with
the pillows under his boy-parts and his legs apart, just as I did with Carsten
while we were in France, and more recently with Jandro since we came home. He
may be a little reluctant at first, but once I start to fuck him, he's going to
love it!
After
coating my dick with Astroglide, I shuffle in close,
guiding it onto Brandon's starfish.
"Relax
and push out like you're having a crap," I tell him.
Like
the obedient bottom-boy he's rapidly becoming, he does exactly as I said. With
one well-directed thrust, I penetrate him.
"Ohhhh!" he gasps.
"Okay!"
I say soothingly. "You've done the hard part! Now just relax! I'm going to stay
where I am until you're used to me being there."
It
takes at least half a minute, but eventually the pressure on my cock begins to
ease.
"Good
boy!" I purr. "That's excellent! I'm going to give you a bit more now!"
I
push steadily forwards, my cock slowly advancing along the boy's tight, velvety
tunnel. As he's by far the least experienced boy I've been with recently, the
sensations are extraordinary. I thrust over his prostate.
"Oh,
fuck!" he squeals, his penis jumping around with a life of its own.
Seconds
later, he's taken my whole length, my pubis pressed tight against his bottom.
Taking a deep breath, I savour the tight little sheath that's gripping my cock.
It's time to do it.
"Lie
down for me," I say quietly. "There's a good boy!"
"But
I thought . . ." he responds.
"I
said we'd see," I counter, firmly cutting him off, though not raising my voice
by even a decibel. "And we will. I'll support myself on my forearms so I won't
have all my weight on you. You'll be fine! Now just do it. You're going to
enjoy this, I promise!"
Jerking
my hips, I nudge him forwards and downwards. Realising that he has no other
choice, he sinks slowly down onto the pillows, exactly where I want him.
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Brandon
I'm
not sure about this. I thought he was going to fuck me the same way I fucked
Theo this morning. Instead, he's getting right down on top of me. But with him
being so much bigger and heavier than me, there's nothing I can do about it.
I'll just have to hope for the best.
As
he lowers himself into position, I realise that I'm actually more comfortable
than I expected, first because of having the two pillows under me, and second
because by resting his forearms on the mattress, he's not putting that much
weight on me. This could be okay!
After
a couple of seconds, he starts to fuck me, pulling well back before thrusting
in again. He's a little lower now, his heart pounding against my back and his
musky breath swirling around my face. Within a few seconds, he's like totally
going for it.
With
his cock driving repeatedly over my sex-gland and my prick rubbing backwards
and forwards against the rough towel, the whole experience is intoxicating! I
can't believe how exciting it is!
"This
is what you want, isn't it?" Mike whispers.
"Oh,
yes!" I gasp, barely able to speak.
As
two minutes stretch towards three, the tingling sensations become almost
unbearable.
"Oh,
fuck!" I squeal. "I'm going to cum!"
"Yes!"
he rasps. "Do it! Cum for me!"
A
moment later, my balls churn into action. As my cum
squirts onto the towel, my bum-hole clamps tight around Mike's invading cock.
"Oh
yes!" he growls triumphantly. "Now I'm going to fill your boy-hole!"
For
what feels like ages, his warm, creamy spunk spurts up my bum like it's never
going to stop. Then quite suddenly, it's over. Fuck! Just like last week, he's
cum loads! After a few seconds, he gently pulls out.
"You
enjoyed that, didn't you?" he says quietly.
"Yeah!"
I agree. "It was amazing!"
"Wonderful!"
he purrs. "I love making a boy cum while I'm fucking him! That totally does it
for me!"
"Why's that?"
"First,
because it tells me that he's enjoyed it as much as I have. After all, you
can't fake an orgasm. And second, because his anal contractions always set me
off, like yours just did. For me, it doesn't get better than that!"
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Mike
After
a nice relaxing cuddle, I send Brandon to have a bath. A few minutes later,
Theo appears.
"Hi,
Daddy!" he says, grinning. "Did you and Brandon have a nice time?"
"You
could say that."
"Did
you fuck him? Only I walked past when I went for a pee, and it sounded like
that was what you were doing."
"Yes,"
I admit. "He wanted me to." I take a deep breath. "I think I just became the
daddy he's never had."