Continuing Theo's Education

By Pink Panther

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Chapter Twenty-Two

Mike

A week has passed. With his tormentors having moved on, Theo has settled back into the school routine looking far happier and more confident than he has previously. I know it's early days, but he's made the start I was hoping for.

Having spent Saturday night at Paul and Jandro's house, we've just returned home. We had an amazing time! We always do when we go there.

At half past two, Brandon arrives. Dressed in full cycling kit, he looks very sexy! Leaving Theo to his own devices, I take the thirteen-year old into my bedroom. Just like last week, I invite him to sit on the side of the bed, while I sit on my office chair, facing him.

"So, how has your week been?"

"Actually, it's been really good!" Brandon answers confidently. "We've been pretty lucky with the teachers we've got. Almost all of them are good. We've only got two that aren't."

"And which subjects d'you have them for?"

"Geography and Religious Studies."

"Religious Studies doesn't count," I tell him. "If I had my way, you wouldn't even have to do it. Keep yourself out of trouble, but there's no need to go beyond that. I can help you with geography. If you have to do some work that you're not sure about, we'll find the material on the internet and plan what you need to do. Once I'm happy that you understand what's required, it'll be up to you to get it done. Clear?"

"Cool!" he responds, grinning.

"If you run into problems with any of your other subjects," I go on. "You can always ask. I should be able to help with most things."

"Thanks!"

"What about your football?" I ask.

"We've had one training session so far. It went pretty well!"

"Good! I never even asked what position you play.

"Central defence."

"You're good in the air then?"

"Not bad! I can get up higher than most kids my age."

"And you're still team captain?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, keep working at it! As captain, you need to set the standard for the other boys."

"Sure!" He pauses for a second or two. "Is it okay if I ask you something?"

"Of course!"

"Why d'you think my dad never talks to me like you do?"

I'm immediately on high alert, realising I'll need to be very careful about what I say. However much I think the guy's let Brandon down, dissing the boy's bio-dad would not be a good look!

"It's really difficult to say," I respond, deflecting the question, "I've only met him briefly. Maybe he finds talking like this really difficult. He wouldn't be alone in that! What I do know is that as finance director of a very successful company, your dad's highly regarded in the business world. Guys who reach the level that he's at tend to think about work twenty-four-seven. I'm afraid it goes with the territory."

"Oh, I see," Brandon says, sounding a little sad.

"As I understand it, your Mum passed away only a few months after being diagnosed. Correct?"

"Yeah."

"So, your dad suddenly found himself in a situation he'd never prepared for. He was up to his ears in work commitments. He couldn't just walk away from them, even if he'd wanted to. He tried to do the right thing by sending you to boarding school, which is what I'd have done in his position.

Of course, that didn't work out, but as far as I'm concerned, the only person at fault there was the slimy prick who ratted on you. And I can understand your dad being annoyed. I'm not saying he was right. For a start, he should definitely have listened to what you had to say. Even so, I can understand why he reacted the way he did."

"But you don't send Theo to boarding school."

"From the moment I knew that Sarah was pregnant, I was determined to be part of Theo's life, and I always have been. I do okay, but I've never allowed my work commitments to reach a level where I couldn't do that. Your dad took a different path. Your mum looked after you superbly, so he didn't need to worry about it, which was fine until she suddenly wasn't there anymore."

"Thanks. I'd never thought about it like that."

"Of course you didn't; at the time you were far too young. By the way, last week I forgot to ask you what happened about the phone."

"Oh, I got rid of it like you said. Fortunately, it was insured, so I went to the store and told them I'd lost it. They told me I'd have to pay £40 excess to get it replaced, but I'd got that, so I didn't need to tell Dad. I just paid it and the next day I got a new phone."

"Well done!" I congratulate. "I trust you're going to keep this one clear of stuff that shouldn't be on there."

"Yeah, totally!"

Actually, I find the situation really sad. Materially, Brandon's as well provided for as any boy could be, but materially simply isn't enough. I glance down towards his crotch. There's an unmissable hard bulge in his skin-tight cycling shorts.

"It looks like somebody's pleased to see me!" I say, smiling.

"You could say that," he responds, giving me a wry grin.

"So, do you want to?"

"Yeah! Of course!"

After carefully undressing each other, we snuggle up on the bed. We spend the next twenty minutes kissing, fondling and sucking each other. Compared to last week, Brandon is totally into it; more relaxed, more confident and way more affectionate. It's hard to believe that this is the `angry teen' whose cherry I forcibly took just two weeks ago.

Finally, I get him onto all-fours so that I can prepare him to be fucked. With the task completed, I smear Astroglide over my cock and shuffle in close, guiding it onto the boy's rosebud.

"Are you going to fuck me like you did last week?" Brandon asks.

"Yes. Is that okay?"

"Yeah! Last week, it was more than okay!"

It's what I wanted to hear. After penetrating him, I steadily push my cock further and further in until he's completely impaled. I then ease him down onto the bed until he's lying face-down with two pillows covered by a towel under his boy-parts, and his legs spread seductively apart. It's time to do it.

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Brandon

Having Mike fuck me like this is just the best experience possible! A few weeks ago, if someone had told me I'd be into this stuff, I'd have told them they didn't know what they were talking about. I guess I'd have been really angry too.

Well, Mike's totally changed that! Because of him, I now know who I am and he's helped me to accept it. I'm not saying that I'd want to bottom for any older guy, but Mike's not `any older guy'!

For a start, he's a real man. He's got balls and he's prepared to take a risk when he needs to. I'm not talking about stupid risks; Mike takes measured, calculated ones. Even though he was smart enough to make that video of me fucking Theo, things could have gone wrong. But somehow, he sensed this was the way to get through to me, so he went ahead and did it anyway. That's awesome!

And it doesn't stop there. Since Mum died, he's been the only person to talk to me like I actually matter. He doesn't tell me what to do or what to think. Instead, he discusses things with me and asks lots of questions until I've worked out for myself what I need to do. It's like he's given me back my confidence and my ability to focus. I've never met anyone else who could have done that.

Right now, he's fucking me like there's no tomorrow. The sensations are indescribable! Even though I'm lying perfectly still, with his big hard cock thrusting over my sex-gland and my dick rubbing against the towel, I'm getting closer by the second. Suddenly, I'm there, my feet flicking up off the bed.

"Oh, fuck!" I gasp. "I'm going to cum!"

"Yes!" Mike urges. "Do it for me!"

Just like last week, as my spunk squirts onto the towel, my anal ring clamps tight around Mike's cock.

"Good boy!" he purrs. "Now I'm going to fill your bum again!"

I'm not really sure how long it goes on for, but by the time he's finished, he's done exactly what he said he would. Wow! That was amazing! He can fuck me like that any time he wants!

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Mike

Taking his clothes with him, Brandon heads to the bathroom, leaving me to get on with some paperwork that I need to go through. When I finally emerge, I realise that he and Theo are in my son's room, and given the sounds they're making, it's obvious that they're having sex. I allow myself a smile. Brandon shot his load less than an hour ago. Now, he's about to do it again.

A few minutes later, Brandon says his goodbyes. As he sets off for home, he looks very pleased with life. After everything that's happened, it's good to see! I turn to Theo.

"It sounded like you and Brandon were having a good time just then."

"Yes, Daddy!"

"Was he fucking you? That's what it sounded like."

"Sort of."

"What does that mean?" I demand. "Either he was or he wasn't!"

"He was lying on his back while I rode his cock."

"You naughty little boy!" I tease, grinning and affectionately ruffling his hair. "Did you enjoy doing it like that?"

"Oh yes, Daddy! Brandon played with my willy while I was pumping up and down. He gave me a dry-cum. Then he shot his spunk up my arse!"

I'm lost for words. I've known for some time that Theo was attracted to boys. Even so, I never expected him to become the horn-dog he's turned into.

If I allowed him to meet some of the daddies that Paul knows, I'm sure he'd be very popular, but that's not part of the plan. With Brandon, Paul, Jandro and Jandro's friends, Theo's getting plenty of sex. He doesn't need any more!

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Mike

Almost before I know it, it's Sunday again. Theo's spent the weekend with his mum, so right now I'm on my way to pick him up. Arriving at the house, I ring the bell. A few seconds later, my ex appears.

"Hi!" she says brightly. "Good to see you!"

"Are the boys still getting along well?"

"Oh, very much so!" she assures me. "Since they went back to school, Brandon's attitude has improved out of all recognition. He's been very conscientious about his homework, and far more respectful towards me. I just hope it lasts!"

"That's good!"

"Actually," she continues, "I need to ask you a favour. Next Saturday, we've been invited to a big tech-industry reception. It'll be an opportunity for Tom to meet with some key decision makers; people they'll need to get onboard in order to fund their new expansion plan, so it's really important. Now with Brandon being almost fourteen, he'll kick off if we suggest getting a babysitter, but we're wary about leaving him on his own. I was wondering, now that he and Theo are getting on so well, would he be able to stay at your place?"

As curved balls go, they don't come much trickier! As far as Sarah knows, there's no reason for me to say no. In practice, it's not that simple. Of course, I'm more than happy for Brandon to stay with us, only we'll be visiting Paul and Jandro, just like we do every Saturday when Theo's not with his mum, and we won't want to miss that! But one way or another, I need to make this work!

"Sure!" I say, smiling. "We'll be happy to help!"