Continuing Theo's Education

By Pink Panther

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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Theo

After the excitement of last weekend, the last few days have seemed pretty quiet. Fortunately, with my schoolwork, my violin practice and my swimming lessons, I've had plenty to keep me busy.

My swimming lessons – after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays – have been going okay. Jenny, my instructor, is really patient. Just like Daddy, she always encourages me to believe I can do it.

Yesterday, I managed to swim a whole length without stopping. Jenny was very pleased! I was using a float, of course. I'm not sure how I'll get on when I'm expected to do it without one!

So now it's Friday afternoon, and Daddy's driving me to Mummy's house. Yesterday was Brandon's birthday; he was fourteen. Daddy and I have bought him a gold chain. Tonight, before we go to bed, I'm going to give it to him.

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Theo

When we arrive, Brandon seems even more pleased to see me than he usually does. Leaving Daddy talking to Mummy, he ushers me through the utility room and into the back of the garage. He points to a bike, about the same size as mine, that's leaning against the end wall.

"Your mum's bought this for you to use when you're stopping over, yeah? So, what d'you think?"

"Really?" I query. "It looks great!"

"It's not new, but the kid who had it originally never rode it much. That's why it's in such good condition."

"Cool! I'll need a helmet though. I'd have brought mine with me if I'd known."

"Not a problem!" Brandon says, smiling.

Reaching up, he takes a very smart cycling helmet off the shelf.

"I had this for my birthday a few years ago," he explains, handing it to me. "But by the following spring, it was too small for me."

"Wow! Thanks!"

By the time we find Mummy, Daddy's already left.

"Thanks for buying that bike for me!" I say, beaming at her.

"Well, it was Brandon's idea," she explains. "He found it, and as they weren't asking much for it, I could hardly say no. I'm hoping that you'll spend more time outside, at least when the weather's decent."

"Yes, Mummy!" I respond, still smiling.

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After dinner, Brandon and I park ourselves in the back lounge to play computer games. It's all very relaxed and friendly, with Brandon occasionally giving me tips to help me play better.

"Tomorrow morning," he says quietly. "we've got a football match, so I'll have to leave you to it. Sorry!"

"Couldn't I come to watch?" I query.

"Do you want to? I didn't think you'd be into that sort of thing!"

"Oh, Daddy and I often watch the Premier League on the telly. He sort of explains it to me. We love it!"

"You and your dad are full of surprises!" he says, grinning. "Sure, it's a home match, so you can come if you want. Your mum will drop us off, then we can walk back afterwards. It's not far. And you won't be on your own; Jamie will be there."

"Cool!"

At ten o'clock, we head upstairs to get ready for bed. Reaching into my bag, I take out the package containing Brandon's birthday present.

"Happy birthday!" I say brightly, handing it over. "Daddy and I got you this."

After removing the wrapping paper, he opens the box.

"I don't deserve this," he says, starting to tear up.

"We think you do," I answer gently. "Daddy set you a challenge. You could have just pretended you were doing what he told you, but you haven't; you've tried really hard."

He looks at it again. "It's beautiful," he whispers.

"Come on!" I urge. "Let me put it on for you!"

With Brandon sitting on the side of the bed, I put the chain around his neck and fasten the clasp.

"Okay!" I say, peeling off my clothes. "Time for bed! I'll see you in the morning!"

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Theo

When I wake up, it's already light.

"Are you awake?" Brandon asks quietly.

"Just about. D'you want to join me?"

"Sure!"

A few moments later, he's sliding under the duvet and snuggling up next to me. Without either of us saying a word, we kiss. It's wonderful! Having sex with Brandon just gets better and better! It's so different from the way things were when I first met him, and after six days without anything, I'm more than up for it.

Allowing the duvet to slip onto the floor, I rest my head on his stomach. Holding the base of his dick between thumb and index finger, I take it into my mouth. Over the next couple of minutes, I slowly work my way down until I'm sucking it right down to the root, my nose nuzzling his pubic hair. At the same time, I slip my hand between his legs, my fingertips stroking the sensitive area behind his balls.

"Ohhhhh!" he groans. "Oh, yeah!"

He doesn't need to say anything else; the expression on his face tells me the rest. We swap over. For Brandon, sucking my prick was a huge step, but to see him now, you'd think he'd been doing it for years; the sensations are unbelievable!

Moving on, we don't bother trying a sixty-nine – the difference in height makes it too awkward – instead, Brandon begins getting me ready for the main event. He's still not into licking me out, but I don't care; he gives me an amazing finger-fuck!

Finally, his fingers slide out. Immediately, I smear K-Y over his dick, flip onto my back and pull my knees up.

"Can we do it like this?" I ask.

"We can do it any way you want!" he responds, grinning.

With his knees wide apart, he guides his cock onto my boy-hole and slowly pushes it in. Oh, yes! This is what I want!

"You're still beautifully tight, but I'm guessing you're ready for this," he whispers, gently holding my thighs."

Within a few seconds, he's giving me the perfect fuck. Lying here looking up at him, I'm moaning and whimpering. I can hardly believe how good it feels, my prick tingling like you wouldn't believe!

Then, without either of us touching my prick, it starts jerking around with a life of its own, my bum-hole grabbing Brandon's cock even tighter.

"Oh, yeah!" he groans, tightening his grip on my legs. "Ohhhhh!"

With his cock buried deep inside me, Brandon pumps his warm, sticky boy-juice into my bum. Oh, wow! For me, that was our best-ever time together! Looking up at his face, I'd guess it probably was for him too.

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Brandon

At half past nine, Theo's mum drops us off at school. I'm buzzing! So far this term, we've played three matches, two after school and one last Saturday. Although we won them all, they were against teams we expected to beat.

This morning, we'll be playing one of the better teams, who've begun their season with two wins and a draw, so this will be much more of a test. But with training having gone really well, we have every reason to feel confident.

As Theo and I head towards the sports pavilion, I spot a familiar figure waiting outside.

"There's Jamie!" I say, turning to Theo. "Why don't you go and chat to him? I need to get ready. I'll see you later!"

"Sure!" he responds, smiling.

I head into our changing room, where around half my team-mates and our coach, Mr Burgess, have already gathered. Although he actually teaches French, he definitely knows his way around a football pitch. We love working with him!

Over the next few minutes, the rest of the boys arrive and we make our final preparations. There's a really positive vibe, which is just as it should be. I guess that after my `exertions' earlier this morning, I might be tired, but I'm not; I feel fantastic! At five to ten, I lead the team out, absolutely full of confidence.

At ten o'clock, the match begins. From the first whistle, we're bossing it. In training, we've been working on getting the defence playing as a unit, with me pulling the strings.

Against our previous opponents, it wasn't that important, but in this match, facing a decent team with two pretty competent forwards, it matters. Well, it works beautifully! By keeping our shape, we deny them space to play, making it almost impossible for them to get in behind us.

In response, they play a couple of speculative balls into the box (penalty area), but as they haven't got anyone who's as good in the air as I am, that's never likely to work. All we need now is a goal!

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Theo

Jamie and I are positioned a couple of yards behind the touchline and almost level with the halfway-line. We reckon it's the best view we're going to get. As soon as the whistle goes, the opponents are on the attack, but as soon as they get into the final third, with Brandon shouting instructions, the Welstead Park defenders close up, giving them no way through.

After trying this a few times without success, the opposition play a high ball towards Welstead Park's goal. Rising to meet it, Brandon calmly heads it away. I cab hardly believe how high he gets!

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Brandon

Hearing Theo and Jamie shouting for us – both for the team and for me personally – is such as buzz! For some reason, it helps me to focus even better! That has to be good!

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Theo

Suddenly, it's Welstead Park's turn to go on the attack. A smallish boy with a mop of dark curly hair is sprinting down the left wing, close to us, with the opposition's right-back trying desperately to get back. As a second defender comes across, trying to close him down, the curly-haired boy cuts the ball back towards the centre of the pitch. Running through from midfield, a bigger lad with collar length fair hair meets it perfectly, striking it firmly into the far bottom corner of their opponents' net. Oh yes! That was what we came to see!

With the home supporters applauding warmly, the goal-scorer trots across the pitch to give his provider a big hug. I love it! They're both really good-looking boys. To see them hugging each other is such a turn-on! Okay, I know they're unlikely to be `interested', but there's no harm in dreaming!

"The boy who scored the goal is Zac Cunningham," Jamie informs me quietly. "He scores for fun! The boy who laid it on for him is Jonathan Key. They're our two best attackers. They quite often team up like that." He pauses for a moment. "But don't get any silly ideas," he whispers, smirking at the tent in my shorts. "I'm not sure about Jonathan, but Zac's got a girlfriend!"

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Brandon

Being a goal to the good settles everyone down. Although we knew we were the better team, we had nothing to show for it. Well, now we have. Our opponents started by throwing everything at us, but we were able to snuff out all their attacks, so it didn't work for them.

Eventually, Jonathan got the sort of opportunity he thrives on, turning his marker and sprinting away from him. His cut-back was pure class. He didn't even look up; he knew where Zac was going to be.

Ten minutes later, we win a corner, our first of the match. As usual, I go up for it, taking a central position just inside the 18-yard box. As Jonathan whips the ball in, I know immediately that it's mine. Watching it all the way, I trot forward a few yards, my marker coming with me. Then, picking the exact moment, I jump for it. Just like when I was defending, I get much higher than the other kid can manage. Meeting the ball perfectly, I deflect it into the bottom right-hand corner of the goal. With just a few minutes to go till half-time, we're leading by two goals to nil.

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Brandon

The second half starts the same way the first one ended. Although our opponents keep probing, we've totally got the measure of them. Hearing Jamie and Theo still shouting encouragement keeps me right on it, my concentration not wavering for a moment. Meanwhile, Jonathan sets up Zac for a second goal, before scoring one of his own.

When the final whistle sounds, we leave the field having recorded a four-nil victory. Against a team who'd not conceded more than one goal in any of their previous three matches, that's pretty special. It's the best we've ever played as a team, and it's definitely the best that I've ever played! I would have loved Mike to have seen us, but having Theo here instead runs it pretty close!